His gaze crossed over those wooden crates, locking firmly onto the deepest part of the warehouse, where a military-looking suitcase was placed alone.
It wasn't large, about the size of a regular barrel-shaped box.
But its casing was crafted from some kind of heavy alloy, presenting a dull military green, with reinforced anti-collision ribs at its edges.
There were no superfluous markings on the box, only an extremely conspicuous and terrifying symbol, sprayed in prominent red Russian letters in the center.
A universal international radioactive warning sign consisting of three black fan-shaped blades!
Below the symbol, there was a line of small text: ВНИМАНИЕ:СПЕЦИАЛЬНЫЙЗАРЯД (Warning: Special Charge).
In that instant, Lin Yu'an's heart felt as if an invisible hand had gripped it tightly.
Anyone with modern education should instantly decipher the suffocating true meaning behind those words.
