"Earthquake?"
There was a tremor right above the multimedia room.
It was the second time that happened.
Celestial Trade launched a large-scale offensive against C City. After the wartime committee composed of officials and military officers received the latest information, they immediately convened a combat meeting.
However, the noise that came from the outside from time to time always interrupted the meeting.
The ongoing combat meeting was forced to stop again. This time everyone stopped what they were doing and listened quietly, as they tried to figure out what happened above. Mike Pence, who sat in the first row, frowned slightly, and the tip of the pen above his notebook stopped mid-air, and he soon heard a faint roar.
"Damnit, I don't have a good feeling about this," when an officer heard the faint roar, he cursed with his voice lowered.
When the colleague next to him heard it, he whispered comfortingly.
