Upon exchanging glances, Tang Zheng and his companions felt a chill down their spines. These old men had already set the timer, anticipating that the bombs beneath them were powerful enough to turn a base of over ten million people into ashes.
"Take him to Pang Tuoke." Admiral John waved his hand, making his way to the lobby to reassure the soldiers. However, he'd barely taken seven or eight steps when a ripple formed in the air near him, and a shimmering samurai sword emerged, striking his shoulder.
The blade was razor-sharp, piercing cleanly through. Amidst the spray of blood, half of Admiral John's body slipped down. Two colonels next to him jumped in shock and were about to draw their guns when their headless bodies fell to the ground, thick blood spurting from their necks.
