The base higher-ups on both sides of the conference table had their psychological defenses completely shattered. Cold sweat covered their foreheads as their eyes nervously darted toward the corpses on the floor.
Before the apocalypse, there had at least been diplomatic rhetoric. Now, if there was a conflict, someone just charged straight into the other side's headquarters?
You should have said you were capable of this earlier.
Then we wouldn't have wasted time talking about all this.
Just as Wu Heng sat down and swept his gaze over the group, his eyes suddenly snapped toward the rooftop outside the window.
Bang!
The tempered glass window suddenly cracked into a spiderweb pattern as a bullet shot straight in.
Yet the instant it entered the Meeting Hall, the bullet stopped above the conference table, wrapped in a layer of flowing water.
Pale blue ripples spread through the air. The bullet spun rapidly within the watery curtain, yet could not penetrate it.
Clang.
As the bullet fell to the floor, the sniper on the rooftop across the way had his neck twisted off.
Thud, thud, thud!
A series of heavy impacts sounded out. Outside the Meeting Hall door, it was as if rows of heavy objects had fallen to the ground, accompanied by the sound of snoring.
Wu Heng flicked the bullet casing from the conference table into the middle, his gaze settling on the man across from him.
Emmett Rothschild!
The leader of Noah's City. There had been photos and introductions of him on the forum. The face in those photos, bearing the standard smile of a politician, stood in stark contrast to his current deathly pale expression.
"Emmett." Wu Heng called his name, then said, "Tell me your solution."
The former Secretary of State's son abruptly straightened his back.
His hand