Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Answer is Already Known

Actually, Watermelon was just talking nonsense; he had no such plans, nor was he any sort of model Communist Party member.

“My god! What on earth is this lunatic saying?”

“Did this madman just claim that once America is toppled, the glorious light of communism will shine across the world?”

“Is he a member of the Red Army? What exactly is his goal?”

The soldiers stared at Watermelon, whispering among themselves.

“Damn it, this guy is a Gene General! Even if he’s insane, he’s a Gene General madman! Sound the alarm! Level Two alert—report to base, now! Get a Gene General over here to support us! Hurry! Before casualties get any worse, take this monster down!”

A major shouted frantically into the comms, but before he could even finish his sentence, Watermelon had already smashed down a building, crushing the vehicle he was in.

Despite being a major with gene-enhanced strength, he was no match for that overwhelming force—a single blow turned him into pulp. In an instant, the vehicle exploded with a thunderous boom, flames shooting in every direction.

“Too weak! Far too weak!” Watermelon howled wildly, like a criminal lunatic. He hurled slabs of concrete down, blowing up vehicles one after another. Fire, explosions, screams, gunshots, and the roar of cannons—all these sounds blended into a chaotic symphony of war.

Right now, the ones at a disadvantage were not Watermelon, but these American soldiers. With the power of a Gene General, he was invincible among them. They could only wat