At this moment, Gore became very unfamiliar. They were so similar in different situations. When they appeared on the block, the whole space seemed to darken.
“How could I not understand, then and now?” he said with a smile. “But in the end, someone still wants to steal something from the highest level of authority in a nightmare world, something that would leave no way for anyone to survive.”
He looked at the other senior executives in the salon and slowly spoke again.
"I've always understood."
"So these nuclear bombs are a gift for you all."
"Let us all become people who are destined to die."
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...
Los Angeles, Orange County.
Missiles strike the center circle.
Joseph lay in the scorched earth, surrounded by the constant, violent sounds of secondary explosions, everything in sight reduced to ashes.
He realized what was happening before those hundreds of devastating monsters flew into the neighborhood. People like him always know—they can clearly smell the blood and gunpowder in the wind, and instantly distinguish the screams that could be made by humans from the background noise.
"He Yu, your name is He Yu, right?" He had rested enough, extinguished the flames burning on his body, and stood up to ask.
The other person completely ignored him, staring at the inferno as if stunned.
"Hey, I'm calling you," he called out again.
He Yu finally turned his head, and Joseph looked into his eyes and suddenly smiled.
That smile seemed to erase the ferocity and calamity of the entire battlefield, leaving it calm and warm.
He said, "Let's finish this quickly."
It's really going to cause sudden death.
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