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A man dressed in military uniform aboard a "Kasha Civilization" advanced train held the intercom away from his ear slightly, stretched lazily with a satisfied expression, and then spoke nonchalantly.
"Don't worry, brother."
"The army has its attack procedures. Once war begins, there's no such thing as a minor attack. It must be a saturation attack."
"I know what I'm doing."
With that, he hung up the phone.
Lighting a cigarette, he rested his feet on the control panel and gazed at the fireworks constantly exploding in space, grinning: "So beautiful, it's as if I can hear the cries of billions of souls."
He clearly knew what his brother's intentions were, to destroy those strategically hidden wormholes in order to cover up his work mistakes.
But the reason he agreed to the plan promptly.
It wasn't because of blood ties.
It was because he also intended to settle some accounts.
