"Hmph!"
"The State of Zhao's government has too much power in this land. It should be restricted to sunlight."
At Malang City, Outer Banks, a classical-style building.
In front of a round table in a small conference room.
The middle-aged man from the Priory of Sion, the Southeast Asian assassin organization Bullock, the intelligence organization Green Bird, and the agent of the secret research institute all watched the secret agents of the State of Zhao's official secret department walk out of the light of the military helicopter.
The middle-aged man frowned and said.
Today, the State of Zhao's government was a unique existence. It was the beginning of the world under the sun and firmly controlled the world order on both sides.
This was an incredible sight in East Asia, Europe, and North America. In the rest of the world, the officials of the sunlit world were often on the weaker side.