A Grand Plan

As his words fell, Gavin sat before the radio with his back to Liana and the others.

Looking at Gavin's back, even though Liana had countless things she wanted to say, ZT and the others could only drag her out forcefully.

When the broadcast room's door finally closed and Gavin was left alone in the room.

Gavin slowly picked up the radio and pressed the transmit button, but said nothing, allowing the silence to spread.

On the other end of the radio, listening to the static continuously coming from the speaker.

The Chairman looked at his assistant and chuckled.

"Look, it seems he has guessed everything we've done. He truly is an ally worth looking forward to, one capable of supporting our plan!"

"Yes, Mr. Chairman, but that depends on whether his silence comes from understanding rather than anger."

The assistant replied with a smile, then continued waiting for Gavin's response.

Only after the silence lasted another five seconds or so did Gavin finally bring the transmitter to his mouth and say softly, "Is this what you wanted, Chairman? To kill my friends, reject my friendship, satisfy a fleeting impulse, and also... create an enemy? So, is this what you wanted? To use this call across thousands of miles to let me taste humiliation and rage, or perhaps to let me get to know you better—to get to know you survivors... so far away in New York?"

"I can only say that if this truly was your sole objective, then you got your wish."

"End this call, because what comes next should not be conveyed between two radio stations!"

"Those words should be spoken with gasoline, with bullets, with you and me face-to-face—not separated by such a great distance!"

"The apocalypse may have destroyed countless cities and brought civilization to