บท 787: Chapter 745 Black Conflict

"Misunderstanding resolved, misunderstanding resolved!"

No one knew how much agony McMaster was in; it had only been 28 minutes since he was dragged out of his office.

But those 28 minutes felt longer than a lifetime. As the intelligence officer shouted out the reports, he just stared blankly at the serene sky outside the window.

There was no bright meteor, no MIRVs splitting off at the terminal phase—28 minutes would have been enough for them to arrive overhead.

Yet the occasional glimpse of an F22 still told him that what just happened was not an illusion; at that moment, humanity came unprecedentedly close to war, just a hair's breadth away.

Deputy Director Jim collapsed to the floor, covering his face and weeping.

Just now, the Aerospace Development Committee had informed them that Artemis was out of control and had sought verification from them, to which NACA immediately confirmed its validity.