Night fell.
Stonehenge is the center of the inner city.
On the top floor of the painted black building, in the spacious room, a man in formal clothes stood in front of the French windows, looking at the silent night sky in the north with a blank face.
Last year, at almost the same time and in the same direction, people from the east coast detonated a tactical nuclear bomb in the northern suburb of Qingquan City.
Now, those people have visited here again.
"Time flies."
Staring at the reflection on the French window, the man thought thoughtfully in his heart.
Once time becomes insignificant, the speed of passing will