"What's in that box?" Ince had never felt his heartbeat race this fast, bang bang bang, each beat like the thunderclaps of spring, as if it would leap out of his chest.
The man grinned with a peculiar smile, "Tactical micro battlefield destruction bomb, model Phoenix Fire."
Ince's mind went blank for a moment.
As a film set director, he had naturally dabbled in war-themed films and was informed about military products from Cosmic Heavy Industries. Just one of these battlefield destruction bombs could level the entire station.
How could someone from the Ascetic Sect get their hands on this kind of military-grade explosive?
Suddenly, he felt a bit dazed again. If so, could it mean that the Ascetic Sect had long infiltrated their society unknowingly and developed into a giant entity?
From military industries to civilian sectors, the thought that the Ascetic Sect might be lurking behind every aspect of their lives birthed an unknown terror in Ince's heart.
