After that bold statement, "A piece of scrap metal for a tactical missile is worth it," the radio went silent just like that.
Xiang Shan leaned his head against the shooting port and searched for a few seconds.
Silence, complete silence. This frequency only carried static.
He didn't even know what had happened. That broadcasting client he had never met was probably dead. Xiang Shan truly hoped he was alive. But to be cut off after just a sentence...
It must have been a direct method.
Since the broadcasting client wasn't using a receiving device, Xiang Shan ultimately didn't know how the other party had died.
Only then did a dull rumble of thunder come from beyond the horizon.
This sound had faded considerably. High-frequency sound waves attenuate faster than low-frequency ones, so thunder nearby sounds loud, while thunder far away sounds dull.
But...
This place was a cloudless desert, completely devoid of thunderclouds.
So...
