Chương 1187: The Nonexistent Negative Twenty-first Floor

The elevator went straight down the Pan-Asia Cooperation Building.

Wan Peng stood in the elevator and looked at the floor number decreasing, gloom was all over his face.

Bad news came from one after another.

Sura was not caught, and the bodies of several Men in Black were found in the trash can outside North Street. The card that flowed out of the auction was not recovered, and the Men in Black sent out to pursue that card likely would not come back either. Now, the Russians had detonated nukes underground. Not only did they demolish the blockage that took them six months to build ten years ago between the intersection of Lines 35 and 27, but they also collapsed the giant wall that was over half-a-kilometer long.

As the giant wall fell, Pingan Street was forced to be on the edge of survival.

Even if it survived today, what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow?