"The gateway to Benghazi (Benghazi) is wide open. Haftar will control over half of Libya's territory and population, and... over 60% of the proven oil reserves."
On the screen, a cluster of yellow dots representing oil fields timely lit up, densely scattered within the blue areas soon to be controlled by the LNA, with a few especially dazzling super oil fields.
The conference room was dead silent, with only the low hum of equipment.
Levin stared at the screen, eyes burning with unwilling fury.
Ms. M's fingertips habitually tapped lightly on the table, rhythm steady, as if calculating something.
"So."
Vincent broke the silence, leaning back against the wide backrest, hands crossed over his abdomen, relaxed in posture but eyes sharp as a hawk.
