A larger bright white metal plate descended, completely covering it.
Yao Long, lying on the ground, desperately stretched out his hand, clutching the floor tightly, his right index and middle finger nails quickly flipped backward, blood gushing out.
But he seemed to be oblivious, and he could no longer speak.
Consciousness was fading rapidly, and in less than a minute, his eyes slowly closed.
In the dark of night, cars and SUVs sped towards White Star Nuclear Power Plant from a distance.
The people who got out of the cars were all dressed properly, but with terror on their faces, pale and with heads down, they quickly walked into the office building of the nuclear power plant.
A small conference room on the fourth floor was brightly lit.
General Manager Hu Changfei's face was still a bit swollen; he had been woken from a deep sleep by a call from Chief Engineer Li Jiazhong.
