The Collapsing Wall

The roar of the explosions came from afar as the shockwave shook the stained floor-to-ceiling windows ten kilometers away.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wan Peng focused on the rising dust and became silent.

After a long time, he sighed.

"That's NAC's electromagnetic pulse cannon?"

This much destructive power with just one shot? 

I am afraid the wall of Pingan Street will not last more than a few rounds in front of this giant cannon.

While he sent his condolences to the fool that angered NAC, Wan Peng took out a radio from the drawer and called his assistant.

Soon, the office door was pushed open.

A woman in a black suit walked to the front of Wan Peng's desk and bowed respectfully. Then she said.

"Manager Wan, are you looking for me?"

Wan Peng asked.

"Is there any news on the Men in Black?"