"What a lunatic."
Inside the city TV tower, a group of armed militants had taken control. Watching this scene, Everme's forehead dripped a bead of cold sweat, revealing a forced expression.
He made an OK gesture towards the Wings of Resistance members below, indicating everything was still on track.
They had five minutes left, the company's rapid response forces would surround them in ten minutes, and they had to leave themselves five minutes to evacuate.
Hijacking the TV tower right under the Secretary-General's nose, it was hard to tell if that actor was mad or if they were.
These members of the Wings of Resistance dared not think of what kind of wrath awaited them ten minutes into the future.
It all felt like a dream, and indeed, just as Xu Xiaoyou had predicted, everything beneath the seemingly prosperous façade of the city had already been hollowed out.
