Solomon returned to the 99th floor, got dressed, and headed to Madelyn's office again.
When he arrived, he found that she still hadn't returned. Presumably, she was still outside, worn out answering questions from the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the CIA as they sought to hold her accountable.
Eighty kilometers west of Damascus, at a hidden terrorist base.
The entire Navy SEAL team had assembled and successfully moved in on the terrorist organization behind the transoceanic Flight 37 tragedy. They steamrolled their way through the operation, and terrorists inside the base fell one after another, their defeat only moments away.
But just as the battle was drawing to a close, a figure abruptly appeared.
A shirtless man slowly walked out, his expression indifferent.
Dozens of fully armed commandos immediately raised their guns and surrounded him, shouting stern orders for him to kneel and surrender.
But the man turned a deaf ear. There wasn't a trace of fear on his face. Even facing the densely packed gun barrels, he stood tall and remained unperturbed.
The next second, light radiated from his entire body. The glow around him suddenly surged, its brightness climbing wildly like a blazing sun abruptly rising, dazzling as it instantly engulfed the entire base.
A thunderous boom shook heaven and earth!
An earth-shattering explosion erupted across the entire base amid the blinding light. Flames and shock waves swept in all directions. Not one of the Navy SEALs who failed to evacuate in time survived. They were all wiped out on the spot.
The Navy SEAL team had been annihilated!
Smoke filled the air. Amid the devastated ruins of the explosion, the bare-chested man slowly walked out.
His entire body was spotless, his skin and flesh unscathed. He had emerged from the center of the devastating explosion without