Nevada Control Room.
"Ah---!!!"
The weapon officer let out a beastly howl, as immense pain and humiliation drove him to slam his forehead against the hard control panel!
With a dull thud, blood instantly streamed from his temple. Oblivious, he desperately pounded the tabletop with his fists.
"Devil! He's a devil!!"
The operator slumped in the chair, his face ashen, staring blankly at the still twitching body on the screen. His stomach churned violently until he could no longer hold back, bending over as he vomited all over the floor.
Langley Command Center.
The command room was deathly silent.
Only the faint buzzing of the equipment resounded, like a dirge for the dead.
Vincent slowly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as if to expel all the air from his lungs.
On the screen, Song Heping had already straightened up.
He didn't even glance at the corpse at his feet, as if brushing away a speck of dust.
