Struggling for Survival

Struggling for Survival

At the Cobra base in the North Pole, Alvin looked coldly at the "Commander" before him. "You have nothing that could sway me. I can't think of any reason to let you go.

"Or you can try to remember a way to shut down this Artificial Sun. Otherwise, you might as well wait here to die!"

As he spoke, Alvin nudged JJ, whose face had gone pale. "Hurry up and get out of here. Check on the others. I'll make one last attempt, but..."

The "Commander" watched Alvin arrange for everyone to evacuate, as if he were making his final preparations. He shook his badly burned head in despair and shouted, "Take me with you! Get me out of here...

"McCullen plans to seize the Safe House beneath the White House and steal the United States' Nuclear Briefcase. He wants to launch nuclear bombs and destroy the nuclear arsenals of the Five Great Powers..."

Alvin waved a hand to cut him off. "You're too late with that news. I've heard McCullen has already taken the White House. What use are you now?"

As he spoke, Alvin conjured a Battle Axe and chopped off one of the "Commander's" arms. "You don't seem to feel pain, but you'll still die if you lose too much blood.

"Useless trash like you would be better off dead..."

The "Commander" really didn't feel pain, but the threat of death still broke his resolve. He shouted in despair, "I can help you take back control of the White House. Just get me out of here, please..."

Alvin raised an eyebrow and looked at the "Commander." "It's too late for that. We definitely won't make it back to Washington in time. We'll all be swallowed by the flood in the end, so what difference