I had a blank expression on my face, and calmly and clearly read out the unique code engraved on the bottom of the porcelain, which symbolized its supreme identity.
"General Thorne, 'Artemis-9', shattered."
The other end of the line fell into deathly silence. After three full seconds, the steady voice suddenly rose, leaving only shock and unbelievable panic.
"What! What did you say? Artemis-9 broke? How is that possible! Where are you!?"
At this time, Blake sneered with disdain,
"Isn't it just a piece of broken porcelain? Stop trying to scare people with your tricks!"
"I'm still asking the heavens! I'm still asking the earth!"
"If you have the guts, confront me face to face!"
Seeing Blake's ignorant look, I was too lazy to pay attention to her, but instead reported my location as he wished.
"Newport Harbor City International Airport, Terminal 1, Exit A."
The General's voice on the other end of the phone had completely changed, with an almost roaring tone of command.
"Stay where you are, don't move an inch, protect the scene, and no one is allowed to approach that box!"
"Guards, immediately block Newport Harbor City Airport, highest alert!"