บท 991: Use Lithium-Air!

The third day after Black Thursday.

The rising sun illuminated Manhattan Island at six o'clock in the morning.

As usual, Ben got off the car with a briefcase. He yawned and began to walk toward his office building when he saw a newspaper stand being surrounded by a crowd of people.

Men in suits and leather shoes gathered around the stand, handing out cash in exchange for a copy.

"What happened…"

Ben walked up and saw a fat man with curly hair walking out of the crowd.

This guy was none other than Carell.

Ben didn't hesitate before walking up and patting his colleague's shoulder.

"Hey, what happened? Why are there so many people around here?"

"I don't know, that's why I tried to buy a copy." Carell unfolded the newspaper and looked down at the headline.

The second his eyes touched the newspaper, Carell froze.

Ben also froze.