Chapitre 1397: West Coast Meteorological Observation Center

"West Coast Meteorological Observation Center? What the fu*k is this?"

Blood Axe's beating heart gradually calmed down. With the light of the flare rod, the moment when he made out the rusty characters clearly, an unspeakable amount of disappointment arose in his heart.

After half a month's time, countless brothers' lives, he traversed through half of the Nevada desert on foot, and finally arrived here after he had risked everything. However, what was in front of him was not a NATO nuclear arsenal, but rather a meteorological observation center.

The backpack full of iodine was useless...

"Fu*k..."

The fist holding the flare rod shook, and after he squeezed out the sentence between his chapped lips, Blood Axe spat against the ground in anger and extinguished the flare rod. He found a place nearby and sat down slowly against the rocky cliff.