Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

At this moment, a middle-aged man who had been sitting silently in the corner suddenly spoke. His voice was not loud, but it had a strange penetrating power that instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"If the path of justice doesn't work, then we will use our own way to avenge the blood debt." The middle-aged man said slowly. He was about forty years old, with an ordinary face, but his eyes were extremely sharp, as if he could see through people's hearts.

Everyone turned their eyes to him, and the bar fell into an even more complete silence.

"Who are you? What can you do?" Jaroslaw asked first, with a hint of doubt in his tone, but more of a hint of expectation in despair.

The middle-aged man took a sip from his wine glass, then set it down and scanned everyone present. "My name is Mateus, and like you, I've lost a loved one. My brother disappeared in that explosion." His voice was calm, yet convincing. No one knew this was just one of Odysseus's elaborate fabrications.

"Hasn't the Eagle Sauce always said that we're deliberately slandering them as 'terrorists'?" A sneer appeared on Mateus's lips. "Since they've labeled us that, why don't we actually be one and show them the truth?"

These words were like a stone dropped into a calm lake, stirring up ripples. A strange light flashed in the eyes of many present—the madness of being driven to despair, the outburst of something suppressed for too long.

"What...what do you want to do?" Sophia asked in a trembling voice. She vaguely sensed the danger of the man's plan.

Matthäus did not answer directly. Instead, he stood up and walked to the center of the bar. His voice became louder and more incendiary:

"Friends, brothers and sisters! What have we lost? We have lost our beloved families, the homes we depend on for survival, and our faith in fairness and justice! And who are the culprits of all this? Those high-ranking American politicians who are drinking champagne in the White House and turning a blind eye to our pain!"

He waved his arms in the air, and every word was like a sharp blade, piercing the deepest wounds in people's hearts: "They cover up the truth with lies and suppress our voices with violence! They call us terrorists simply because we expose their crimes! Do they think they can wash their hands clean with their powerful propaganda machine and make us forget our hatred?"

"No!" Someone in the crowd began to respond. Although the voice was not loud, it was full of suppressed anger.

"They are wrong! Very wrong!" Mateus' voice became more and more passionate. "We will not forget! We will never forget! The innocent lives lost in the nuclear explosion are burning in our hearts! That contaminated land is crying out to us! Justice may be late, but it will never be absent! If they don't give us justice, then we will fight for it ourselves!"

His gaze swept across everyone's face, as if igniting the flames of revenge in their hearts: "Look around us, we have nothing but hatred and despair! But it is precisely this hatred and despair that will become our most powerful weapons! We must let those Eagle Sauce people know that once the anger of ordinary people is ignited, it will be a raging fire that will burn down their hypocritical empire!"

The atmosphere in the bar grew increasingly heated, alcohol and hatred fermenting in the air. Some people began to stand up excitedly, their faces showing both grief and incited madness.

"What should we do? What can we ordinary people do?" asked a young man whose brother disappeared in the nuclear explosion.

A chilling smile appeared on Mateus's face. He walked up to the young man, patted him on the shoulder, then turned to the crowd and said in a low and seductive voice:

"They made us lose our loved ones, so we will let them experience the pain of losing their loved ones! They destroyed our homes, so we will destroy the symbols of their pride!"

He paused, letting the words resonate in everyone's minds, and then he spelled out his plan word for word:

"We will board a civilian airliner bound for the Eagles. After takeoff, we will take control of the plane. And then... we will fly it into their towering skyscrapers! Crash into the center of their financial empire! Crash into the symbol of their military hegemony!"

The entire bar fell into a deathly silence. Everyone was shocked by the madness and audacity of this plan. This was no longer a protest or a simple act of retaliation; it was a suicide attack aimed at mutual destruction, targeting a landmark building in the United States.

Mateus watched the crowd's reactions with satisfaction. He knew that in times of extreme grief and despair, people were often drawn to the most extreme ideas. He intended to exploit this mentality and turn these ordinary people who had lost their loved ones into tools of his revenge.

"Imagine that scene, my friends!" His voice became incendiary again, like the whisper of a devil. "When Dragon Nation's passenger plane crashes into those buildings that symbolize the power and wealth of the Eagle Sauce, the whole world will be shaken! Those high-ranking Eagle Sauce people will witness with their own eyes the symbols of their empire collapse in flames! They will feel the same pain and despair as we do!"

He swept his eyes over the crowd with a fervent anticipation: "This is not a terrorist attack, friends! This is a judgment of justice! This is the final roar of the weak against the powerful! This is a sacred revenge for our lost loved ones and for our destroyed homes!"

"Who is willing to join me in accomplishing this great feat? Who is willing to sacrifice their own lives to hear the painful wails of those executioners? Who is willing to have their names forever engraved on the monument of resistance to tyranny?"

Mateus opened his arms like a preacher, waiting for the believers' response.

Fueled by alcohol, grief, anger and Mateus's inflammatory words, some people began to waver.

Jaroslaw was the first to stand up, his red eyes flashing with madness: "I do! For my wife and children, I am willing to give everything!"

Soon after, Sophia also stood up. She wiped away her tears, her eyes full of determination: "For my husband, for all the innocent people who died, count me in!"

More and more people stood up, their faces intertwined with grief, anger, despair and a kind of ignited flame of revenge. They seemed to have grasped at a life-saving straw, even if this straw would drag them into the abyss of destruction.