"General, I..." Smiley opened his mouth, trying to explain.
"Shut up." Victor pointed at the scattered crystal fragments on the ground, "Pick them up."
Smiley did not dare to hesitate for a moment and immediately crouched down, using his bare hands to pick up those sharp fragments.
Bennett and Przybylski exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes; the boss was truly angry this time.
Victor stood up, walked around the desk, and stepped in front of Smiley, looking down at him as he awkwardly cleaned up the mess.
"That fool Hudson and his twenty-some equally brainless companions, their bodies probably aren't even cold yet."
"With their stupidity and blood, they handed Little Bush the quickest tool to stabilize the domestic situation. Now, the pressure from the north has suddenly lessened. Tell me, who's next?"
"Do you have no information at all?!!"
Smiley's fingers were cut by the fragments, blood oozing out, but he dared not stop.
