Inside the apartment, the aroma of food and the richness of wine painted a cozy picture full of affection and warmth.
Outside the apartment, every nation with satellites launched into space captured the moment the Space-based Weapons were destroyed.
No matter the time or place, the highest authorities of every nation received the urgent news.
The Kremlin, Buckingham Palace, The White House, and others all convened emergency meetings.
The capitalists who knew the details also began to get busy.
At this moment, the life or death of Ponte on the ground had become unimportant; no one cared, including the members of the Morgan Family. In everyone's eyes, he was already a dead man.
"Haha."
Ponte looked up, watching the clouds gather and slowly devour the stars. All his madness and pride seemed to be ripped from his body by an invisible hand, leaving nothing but a hollow, soulless shell.
He was having a mental breakdown.
