The command center was enveloped in an eerie silence.
The previous doubts, worries, and fears had not completely vanished, but were overshadowed by an overwhelming, dizzying impact.
The scenario depicted by Song Heping was too insane, yet... damn, it was tempting!
No need for direct action, no need to bear direct risk, just spreading a word about a billion-dollar (or weapons) offer, and countless blades will slash at the lifeblood of the Americans for them?
The risk seemed to have shifted in an instant.
"Damn... a billion..."
White Bear muttered to himself, bending down to pick up the cigar from the floor, his fingers trembling slightly, "If this damned thing actually works, that mutt Sayif won't last three weeks..."
Hunter pressed his lips tightly, his arms holding the gun slowly relaxed, though there was still some doubt in his eyes, the icy resistance had evidently melted away.
He slowly nodded, albeit slightly, it represented a shift in attitude.
"Theoretically..."
