"SSSS-rank..."
The word, like a colossal mountain, weighed down on everyone's heart, making it almost impossible to breathe.
"According to the think tank's projections, after withstanding a nuclear blast, it must be severely wounded. It will need a certain amount of time to heal and digest the energy."
A Chief wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who carried the air of a scholar-general, code-named "Tianji," pushed up his glasses and said in a low voice, "Based on a comprehensive analysis of all data, its next appearance should be in three to four months. This is... our last chance to catch our breath."
"Catch our breath?"
Another Chief, a woman code-named "Huanhu," gave a bitter laugh. "And then what? Three or four months from now, what are we going to use to stop an SSSS-rank monster?"
A suffocating silence fell over the conference hall.
After a long moment, it was Chief "Panshi" who finally spoke, breaking the silence.
