In the center of the nuclear bomb crater.
The vomiting mouth originally seen had retracted back beneath the ground, leaving only an unfathomably deep pit and two people standing beside it.
The two looked at each other, until Old White couldn't stand the silence and coughed lightly as he initiated conversation.
"What next?"
Fang Chang looked at him, puzzled.
"Next?"
"Uh, I mean… what's our plan now?"
Seeing Fang Chang's expression that clearly read "What are you talking about?", Old White scratched his helmet and rephrased his question.
Although he was the team leader, he indeed lacked experience in handling situations that were like nothing he had ever encountered in reality. This was the time when he needed to rely on Brother Fang Chang's imaginative ideas.
However, seeing Fang Chang's indifferent expression, he knew he probably asked in vain.
"There is no next step… rather, this is entirely outside our planned developments."
