Chapitre 377: Bombardment

Inside Liuding's radar station, twenty workers in old PAC marine uniforms stared at the screen anxiously.

The middle-aged man with a cap on gravely watched the red dot on the radar as a trace of the same anxious expression appeared between his eyebrows.

"Did it launch?"

"Launch confirmed." A drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead as the worker closest to the general typed on the screen with shaking fingers as it confirmed the reliability of the signal.

[What did that bit*h Tang Miya do, didn't she say she reached an agreement with that lunatic dictator?] With eyes locked on the red dot ascending, the general cursed the person countless times already.

"The missile is approaching the Troposphere."

The general cursed and took out the phone from his waist.

"Attention Cannon one crew, raise the electromagnetic cannon."

"Roger."