Mr. Phoebe's car was stopped, and he jumped out, trying to rush past the police line.
"Sir!"
A few fully armed military personnel immediately stopped him, "You can't go in. If you're a journalist, please apply or conduct your interview outside the quarantine line."
Phoebe's face was stern, "I need to see General Anton!"
The two military men exchanged glances, intimidated by his demeanor, and one took out the walkie-talkie to report to his superior.
A moment later, a captain ran over and brought Phoebe inside the police line, next to the command vehicle.
Anton was standing there, analyzing the situation with several rescue experts.
"...He should be in this area, we must remove the steel beams above..."
Seeing Phoebe, Anton indicated to the others to continue, then stepped forward to Phoebe.
"How's the lady doing?!"
"Physically fine, but her mental state is very bad." Phoebe frowned, looking at the airport still emitting thick smoke, "Any progress?"
Anton shook his head.
