After the funeral ended, it was already evening.
Leng Kai returned to his hotel room to rest when his phone suddenly wouldn’t stop ringing.
He picked up his phone and saw that it was Commander Lu.
"Kai, an ergency situation has arisen! The United Council no longer exists; the army system is autonomous for the ti being, the special forces, peacekeeping troops, and Black dicine Army have rged, now collectively known as the United Army! I order you, return to the ranks by noon tomorrow!" Commander Lu said.
Leng Kai didn’t respond right away. It took him a few seconds to process Commander Lu’s words; all he replied was, "Received."
Commander Lu continued, "Stay safe, Kai. The situation is critical. It’s not convenient to explain over the phone. We’ll be assembling at C12. I’ll tell you the details then."
Leng Kai said, "Understood."
Commander Lu wasted no further words, conveyed his commands, and then hung up.
Leng Kai didn’t idle either, quickly picking up the remote control to turn on the TV, switching to the news channel while simultaneously opening the news app on his phone to check today’s ergency news.
"...Rescue operations are still ongoing... The United Council Building still bellows with thick smoke..."
"President Wheeler has yet to make a statent. The White House spokesperson claims the president is safe but refuses to disclose more..."
"...An attack occurred within the boundaries of Georgetown, and current reports suggest that the missile was launched from within the national borders..."
On the TV, the United Council Building in the night was no longer resplendent as before, but had turned into a half-standing building emitting black smoke, with fire trucks jam-packed on the streets and helicopters circling above.
Leng Kai checked social dia and saw that the public was still eagerly following the spectacle. The platform’s algorithms automatically filtered content related to Wei Tianyang, but he guessed that this matter was definitely connected to Wei Tianyang.
Suddenly, he rembered Wang Mingxue and quickly called her.
Wang Mingxue was still recuperating in Georgetown’s hospital. Leng Kai didn’t know to what extent the incident had reached, nor did he know if Wei Tianyang was still there. He beca extrely anxious.
When the phone finally connected, Leng Kai urgently said, "Why did it take you so long to answer?!"
"Have a little sympathy; I’ve broken an arm and a leg. It took a while to shuffle around in the bed to reach my phone," Wang Mingxue sounded sowhat displeased.
"Sorry..." Leng Kai breathed a sigh of relief.
"What’s wrong? Why the rush?" Wang Mingxue asked.
"Commander Lu... didn’t your dad call you? The Council has been attacked!" Leng Kai said.
"I didn’t know, no one told ." Wang Mingxue replied.
Leng Kai realized that Commander Lu was protecting her.
"It’s better you don’t know. Just focus on healing up for now. If necessary, we’ll find a way to get you out of Georgetown," Leng Kai said.
"What exactly happened? Leng Kai?! I heard so noises this afternoon; I guess there was so kind of explosion," Wang Mingxue said.
"The Council is paralyzed... The army system is temporarily autonomous, the details are still unknown, and the eting place was set using code words, which ans the situation must be very severe," Leng Kai said.
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone as both of them knew that the things they feared most had probably happened.
"Stay safe," Wang Mingxue said.
At such a critical juncture, that was all she could say.
Leng Kai uttered a sound of acknowledgnt and then hung up.
anwhile, Spencer was incandescent with rage within his shelter.
"Idiots!!" The octogenarian Spencer roared.
"They didn’t even consider, if they fail to kill Him! What kind of retaliation they will suffer! Didn’t they think about how He would react?!" Spencer leaned back in his chair, looking up at the dark ceiling, his voice gradually becoming hoarse and exhausted.
For a mont, he had a premonition... he was about to die.
His life was coming to an end...
"Spencer..." the woman on the side of the long table sounded worried.
"No, I won’t die here until I see the ’answer’," Spencer rallied himself.
The developnt of White dicine had been over two years in the making, and despite not starting from scratch, changing the thod of transmission was also extrely difficult. The current stage, that fog which could cover 2 square kiloters, was still experintal. Countless tests showed that the fog couldn’t completely strip Superpower users of their abilities, but could only temporarily block the manifestation of their powers.
And it could only last for 12 seconds.
Even those short 12 seconds had been accumulated one hundred milliseconds at a ti from so many experints.
seconds, no more.
Spencer had hoped for more ti to develop this drug, to make it truly foolproof because, until now, he still didn’t want to kill Wei Tianyang but wanted to capture him alive.
Wei Tianyang’s body was an extrely precious experintal material, and should not be wasted lightly.
But clearly, there was no more ti now. Maybe, the next ti they blinked, they could all die without a sound, just like those citizens of Wuliang City, annihilated in a breath.
All this was beyond Spencer’s power to predict and control. He disliked the feeling of not having control over the situation. He hated the destiny being manipulated by others!
"12 seconds... that’s enough, though it’s not safe, but we can’t wait for Him to retaliate," Spencer declared.
Having spoken those words, he felt a sense of relief, knowing that critical actions had to be taken eventually, and the ti to confront it all had co.
The core mbers of the foundation on both sides of the long table also agreed with Spencer’s decision; the federal president hadn’t considered the full implications, thinking a dozen or so thermobaric missiles could kill Wei Tianyang was a joke.
They weren’t even willing to use nuclear bombs.
"Do we need to contact the president?" soone asked.
"As expected, he’s already dead. We’ll handle this ourselves," Spencer replied.
Despite saying this, he still prepared an escape route, as though aged, he wasn’t ready to die so soon.
"Choose a scapegoat nation for the nuclear missile launch site. Even if there is retaliation, they won’t find it leads back to us. If we fail, we’ll still have room to maneuver," Spencer said.
"There aren’t many countries with nuclear weapons in the world," a foundation mber remarked.
Spencer closed his eyes to contemplate for a mont. Among the five permanent mbers of the Council, one was already in decline, suitable to be the scapegoat.
"Yin Country. Their new Emperor, before sealing off the country, followed the Federation’s orders to shut down many launch shafts and even destroyed many nuclear weapons to earn the Federation’s trust. But those things are too hot to handle, and they’ve been disposing of them too slowly; they still have so left," Spencer said.
The people in the room began to laugh.
"Then let’s get the operation started," a man said.
"Launching a nuclear missile is no small matter; you all need to be well prepared," Spencer said.
"It’s not difficult. The compradors and internet army we’ve cultivated within their country will use nationalism to guide public opinion. By then, launching the nuclear missile at Him will be seen as an opportunity to rejuvenate the nation’s spirit," the man said.
Spencer smiled and nodded in agreent.
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