Right under the eyes of the US military's F-22 Raptor, He Zhichu's Whitewater Security Company vehicle fleet began initializing one by one and drove forward. The US military fighter jets didn't dare to open fire and continued to report back to Admiral Laris's temporary headquarters. "Reporting! Reporting! He Zhichu's vehicle fleet has left Little Rock! He Zhichu's vehicle fleet has left Little Rock!"
Admiral Laris sat cross-legged in the temporary headquarters of the Ovi Air Force Base. There was a short coffee table with a cup of water and a pot of orchids. It looked quite zen. His arms were crossed, his eyes were shut, and his nostrils flared to indicate his uncontrollable rage. "Their cars left just like that?"
