2:00 a.m. Beijing Time, 3:00 a.m. Tokyo Time.
"Brother Hao" Ono Shinichiro rubbed his swollen red eyes, got up, and twisted his sore back and waist. Ever since the National War kicked off three days ago, Ono Shinichiro had practically been in all-nighter mode the whole time; the total time he'd actually slept didn't even add up to eight hours.
But now still wasn't the time to talk about being tired. Staring at the several large screens hanging on the wall of the workroom, Ono drew a cigarette with a grim expression. This was already his twentieth pack in just a few days.
