The voice of the man in the slightly bloated military uniform echoed in the office filled with an aura of solemnity.
The room was unusually silent.
The man behind the desk raised his hand to stroke the slightly faded world map on the table.
A few seconds later.
"Then I will wait for your good news."
"Our Air Force Marshal."
The man in the military uniform, with his back to the angle of view, confidently assured:
"Don't worry, Supreme Leader."
"The skies of London will belong to the Empire, just like Paris."
Extremely arrogant, contemptuous words came from the man's mouth.
As if the British Commonwealth across the ocean was a paper tiger that could be smashed with a punch.
But no one would think this is wrong... including the viewers in the live broadcast room.
Because the Empire's combat strength is evident to all.
The angle continues to zoom out and shrink.
The entire Berlin appears in the frame, just like the arrangement of the Supreme Leader's room.
