My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 984: Deadly Airstrike

Michael felt that he encountered the most shocking and unexpected opportunity.

"Mr. Ye’s boldness, his broad-mindedness, and wisdom." Michael admired with utter conviction and was genuinely impressed.

A thought crossed his mind, and he understood the reason behind it. Ye Fan saw that he didn’t want to die, and returning to Yahward meant inevitable death; the only way to survive was to stand with Kasam’s camp.

Having sided with Kasam, he naturally had to work tirelessly, leaving no room for other fantasies.

"You’re a sensible person, so I won’t say much. I trust you can manage your new subordinates. If you lack even this ability, that’s your own problem." Ye Fan advised.

"I will never disappoint Mr. Ye." Michael assured.

Ye Fan didn’t have the authority to appoint him as an officer of the emergency forces. However, with Ye Fan’s influence, Nami would certainly act, and Kasam was naturally eager to comply. With this recommendation, Michael suddenly transformed from an enemy to an ally—a massive shift.

"Go ahead, and do your job." Ye Fan waved his hand.

"I take my leave." Michael departed, feeling conflicted.

Two hours later, Michael’s appointment and related documents were finalized, making him an officer directly under Nami’s command in the emergency forces. Michael’s unit was stationed outside the Wild Alliance Headquarters, forming a strategic position.

The emergency forces showed little resistance to Michael’s arrival. The chaotic situation in Ba Country left many gaps, with no clear stance; they followed orders routinely.

The outpost of the Wild Alliance Headquarters temporarily calmed down.

However, nearing evening, sudden changes arose.

Unexpectedly, over a dozen fighter jets formed a combat formation, flying toward the Wild Alliance Headquarters outpost, catching Ye Fan and others’ attention.

The reason for these unannounced fighter jets heading directly here was unknown.

Ku Eryue was moved.

Tie Zhongshi was bewildered.

Nami couldn’t think.

Ye Fan’s expression turned cold, an indescribable anger surged from his chest straight to his head.

He cast a razor-sharp gaze at Nami.

With a worried and uneasy expression, Nami said, "It shouldn’t be sent by Kasam; Kasam can’t do something so absurd."

She didn’t know how to argue; faced with incoming fighter jets, they couldn’t be coming with good intentions. Something must have happened—no need for much explanation; the hostility from the jets was palpable.

Throughout Ba Country, only Kasam had the ability to deploy planes; no one else had such capability.

"Move!" Ye Fan couldn’t afford to think more or ponder; he decisively gave such an order.

The outpost had strong defenses, capable of repelling numerous enemies with confidence. However, the only flaw was air strikes—they made the outpost a sitting target, exposed to fatal attacks.

Over a dozen fighter jets appeared above the outpost and then unhesitatingly dropped bombs.

Amid the buzzing, one bomb after another traced arcs toward the outpost.

Immediately, the bombs in the sky were strikingly prominent and terrifying.

Amid sonic booms and roars, bombs fell on the outpost buildings.

One after another, continually unleashing deadly force.

The jets came prepared, carrying enough bombs to blow the outpost to pieces.

"Boom boom boom!" Violent explosions instantly shattered the outpost, buildings collapsing amid tremors and shakes.

"Damn, bastards."

"Son of a bitch."

"Are they blind or what, why are they attacking us."

"That’s Kasam’s aircraft formation. Damn, has Kasam gone mad or been deceived by dogs?"

The Wild Alliance members inside the outpost cursed loudly, facing the bomb attacks. At the first moment, a massive number of casualties emerged and continued to expand.

Trying to shoot down jets with guns was impossible; besides, there was no point dedicated to shooting aircraft—the defenses in the outpost were all designed against ground attacks, never considering airborne strikes.

The Wild Alliance and Kasam were solid and loyal partners; at this moment, the jets’ murderous intent made the alliance members furious to the extreme.

In their rage, the Wild Alliance members could only haphazardly shoot at the sky without any effect.

Bombs exploded in different directions within the outpost, Wild Alliance members were blown away, bodies buried under buildings or turned into scattered limbs, blood splattering.

Bright sprays of blood flew.

Living people turned into chunks of corpses.

Angry curses intermingled with immense fury and confusion.

The once solid defenses of the outpost became utterly vulnerable.

Chaos ensued within the outpost, Wild Alliance members fell into panic, unable to lead others or hear any instructions, left only waiting for death.

Trying to escape from the outpost was impossible; on roads front and back, Wild Alliance members who managed to jump into vehicles were blown away by bombs, with vehicles destroyed and people killed.

One round of bombing by over a dozen planes entirely destroyed the outpost, reducing this small fortress to ruins. Survivors were few, with almost no one unharmed and most lying on the ground or caught under buildings.

Discontented curses, resentful confusion,

filled the air.

During the second round of bombing, only sparse gunfire and weak accusations were heard.

The second round began; amid bomb explosions,

scattered building debris flew, wiping out everyone inside.

The jets didn’t cease the attack, continuing the bombardment relentlessly.

After several rounds, all inside were killed, not

a single intact building piece remained; the entire structure became debris, devastated and broken.

The fighter formation seemed to have received a

death order, lavishly dropping bombs ceaselessly.

Although no gunfire or living souls remained, any potential hiding spots were not spared; even non-collapsed

building segments faced intensive strikes.

Looking around the building, no one escaped alive, all perishing under the airstrike.