Within the conference room, Tong You was seated on a swivel chair with his eyes squinted, a cup of coffee in his hand.0

Placed before him was a thick military notebook. 0

There were two separate pictures displayed on the notebook’s screen. On the left was a magnified three-dimensional map of Southern California. Countless arcing lines were slowly extending above the map. 0

On the right half of the screen was a row of countdown timers, the numbers there ticking down non-stop. 0

The fastest one had less than five minutes while the longest one only had seven minutes. 0

The positions that Tong You had wilfully drawn using a marker pen earlier had been faithfully followed by the staff. They dared not miss a single one. 0

This was not simply due to their deference to this president’s order. Rather, it was mostly because… everyone there was struck with fear at what was currently unfolding within Los Angeles. 0

The senior-ranking officials of this nation had learned enough to realize the gravity of their situation.  0

A total of 121 hydrogen bombs, with yields ranging from 400,000 tons to 1,000,000 tons. Half of them were set to explode at a height of 500 metres while the other half were set to explode upon the ground. 0

This terrifying number of nuclear bombs was enough to wipe out everything within the explosion range. It would be as though no life had ever existed there. 0

“Manager, opening a bottle of champagne now wouldn’t look too strange, would it?”0

Looking at the numbers that were counting down, Tong You turned to look at Jiang Long, who was beside him. There was...0