In the conference room, Tong You sat in a swivel chair, half-closing his eyes, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.
In front of him was a bulky military laptop.
On the screen at this moment was a divided image. The left side displayed a magnified 3D map of Southern California, with countless arching lines slowly extending.
On the right half was a ticking countdown timer.
The fastest of the countdowns had less than five minutes left, and the longest was just seven minutes.
The annotations that Tong You had recklessly scribbled with a marker pen had been faithfully relayed by the staff, not missing a single one.
This was not only out of obedience to the president, but more so because—everyone harbored the same fear about what was happening in Los Angeles.
For these high-ranking national officials, the information they had learned was enough to make them realize the gravity of the situation.
