Arthur effortlessly broke his neck as he tossed his lifeless body to the wall. He didn't show any expression for his murder since it was justified and Arthur had killed many like him before this.
It wouldn't change even if he kills one more.
Rip*
Arthur his clothes under his armor. He carefully tied the place to stop the bleeding.
" You should have told me this sooner. I thought you were a goner."
Tanya complained about his acting. She was really worried about his well-being since Arthur was the closest person in her life. She hated his guts.
" Well, I am a good actor after all. I wanted to clean him up since he was bound to get in my way."
Arthur said while pressing his palm on the wall.
Swoosh*
A single door was opened in the middle of that wall. Arthur gestured for Tanya to follow him.
Walk*
Tanya hastened her movements as she went next to him. She lifted Arthur's arm and supported him from his side since he was walking weirdly. She suspected that Arthur was still acting under her gaze. Therefore, she took the initiative to support him from the side.
Arthur curved up his mouth as he walked with her. He didn't feel that bad. Instead, he felt relieved after looking at her stubborn expression.
" We are here."
Arthur said while getting out of her grasp.
Tanya looked around her with surprise because unlike the hologram room, this room was a normal office room with a nice oven. Furthermore, the interior was fully made from wood and it resembled a normal cabin in the woods. She touched the furniture as she walked towards the desk where the computer was placed.
This computer looked unique to other computers because it was thin and beautiful. There were two neon blue lines and they shone once every 10 seconds like they were instructing people to sit.
Tanya touched the keyboard which was completely clean without any dust or so. Unlike plastic, it was made from glass-like material and it was pleasant to touch this keyboard.
" What is the material of this computer?"
She asked with curiosity. Her interest was piqued by this magnificent computer that fitted her taste. But, she didn't forget about her intentions. She quickly searched for the start button, but it didn't have something like that.
Arthur sat next to her.
" Start!"
He spoke with a serious look. The computer recognized his voice as its screen lit up. Arthur typed a string of codes and something popped up as the display on the wall and table surface. It was a gigantic map of the world.
Arthur took off his necklace and plugged it.
" Warning! All satellites are being activated."
A giant red exclamation mark popped out. Arthur smiled as he cracked his knuckles. He quickly zoomed the map and to Tanya's surprise, it clearly showed the current state of the battlefield.
" How is this possible? Even our laboratory doesn't have a resolution like this."
She said with confusion because their lab was the most advanced in the whole world.
" Well, stuff happened here so don't ask about it. By the way, there is a great bag of chips in that refrigerator. Oh, that is the refrigerator. Also, that is the medicine cabinet. Could you grab a syringe with orange liquid?"
Arthur said without any expression. He zoomed the battlefield and typed something on the command panel.
In the real battlefield.
The colonel was looking at his fallen comrades with sadness. Even so, he shouted with a hoarse voice.
" For our country!"
Boom*
Suddenly, a giant laser hit the enemy line. The Soviets were caught off by this attack. Moreover, it defied their logic as they saw their people turn into ice sculptures. The Soviets soldiers couldn't scream in agony for their destiny had already been decided by the moment that they set on this battlefield.
In Kremlin.
Romanov threw his remote with fury on his face.
" Why does the US have stronger weapons than nukes?"
He shouted with veins on his forehead. The head engineer and scientist bowed their head with shame because they couldn't comprehend what they had seen. To their perception, only gods could control something like this. A devastating power that could change the course of history.