A Carnival feast led by Mr. Pella of the CIA came to an end as soon as the curtain was opened.

The live ammunition military exercises of Cathaysia in a certain sea area on the big screen are continuing.

The shells that shot into the sky, like bombing Mr. Pella's heart, made him stagger after a half-time, and then wake up from the indescribable state of oblivion.

Just now, the conference room, which was temporarily opened as a celebration venue, was overcrowded with no fewer than 100 people.

But nowadays it's empty and bare of fur. Only the chairs that the participants pushed down in a hurry to flash people,...