It's over.
He lifted his head and looked at the treasury ahead.
Soon, he turned around and looked at Old Tang, whose face was splattered with blood.
Smiling.
Old Tang subconsciously took a step back, his whole body bristling. What is this damned thing trying to do now? Phrases like "leave no loose ends," "burn bridges after crossing," and "cook the hare after killing the hound" kept popping into his head uncontrollably.
But Ji Jue just smiled and gestured with his hand.
Pointing at the target beside him.
—Strategic megaton-level fusion bomb!
"Please, my friend."
Ji Jue told him, full of anticipation, "The time to prove your worth has come."
"Damn it..."
In the silence, Old Tang instinctively raised his head to look at the missile warhead taller than himself.
He couldn't help but dry swallow.
The fusion bomb stood silently under the pale light, casting a fierce shadow on Tang Qian's face with its exaggerated outline.
Wait a minute!
This big...will kill us, right?
