Chapter 45

[ Atlas-87 Fall_ ]

[ Victor Cormac_ ]

[ General Vasilev_ ]

[ Live CAM Recorded_ ]

[ Sounding Online_ ]

[ Index//A87F// Terminal Func_ ]

"Atlas-87 is gone." Vasilev got off the Humvee in a tone of deep disappointment. He walked ahead, having one of his men open the door for Cormac. "All the dead were buried with fire and dust. There's nothing left. The bodies of my men are gone. Can you believe that?"

Vasilev showed the way to Cormac, who had just exited the rear passenger seat. Nothing was left but the rubble buried by the heavy snow that had recently plagued the Broken Lands.

Cormac let out a long sigh, a trail of white vapor coming out constantly from his nostrils. He slung a sniper rifle behind his back while smoking a menthol cigarette wedged in his mouth. It's like a Mafioso movie. He followed Vasilev's step.

Cormac's eyes roamed, fixated on the charred debris, shattered to melt with the dust. The lower iron branch part of the jammer Tower or radio transmitter signal coll