On the other side of the Pacific, inside a lavishly decorated palace in the Beautiful Country, the head of the intelligence agency stood next to the Oval Office.
Before them, a MacBook was live-streaming a press conference held by the Chinese Academy of Sciences.
The elderly man with white hair seated at the desk was livid, his face contorted with rage as he bellowed at the intelligence chief: "What exactly has your agency been doing? Why are we only finding out about something this monumental now that Huaxia is holding a press conference?"
Chapter 37