The control room was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
Professor Guderian wanted to rush forward and hug Lu Mingfei, but his hands froze mid-air. The stack of white A4 paper in his arms cascaded to the floor, scattering a few glaringly conspicuous black-background photographs among the white sheets.
Everyone’s gaze instinctively locked onto those photographs where Lu Mingfei’s figure was instantly recognizable, the atmosphere turning as awkward as a execution ground for a brief moment.
Chapter 111