Fish Pond Acknowledges, Requesting to Destroy Target
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
At a light-colored building on Pennsylvania Avenue, the old man who had just arrived at work that morning was sipping on a fragrant cup of coffee. He narrowed his eyes and enjoyed the aftertaste.
Bang!
The office door was pushed open.
The old man jumped in fright.
Sh*t.
"Why are you so flustered? Is the bear attacking? Oh, the Soviets have gone to meet God, so why all that rush?" the old man joked dryly to his secretary.
"Boss, this is a message from NASA."
"A message from NASA?"
The old man took the folder and opened it.
Boom!
The hand that was holding the coffee trembled, and the coffee spilled all over his pants.
But at that moment, his coffee was the least of his worries.
He stared at the document in his hand foolishly.
There was a photo on it.
A fighter jet was flying in low-Earth orbit.