"Boss..."
Before he could finish speaking, a sudden turbulence jolted the plane, startling him and causing the coffee on the table to spill onto the carpet.
Screams echoed incessantly.
Casare fell to the ground, unable to stay upright.
Victor was holding onto the table, glanced outside, and saw the escorting fighter jets charging into the distance.
"General, two F15s detected at 11,000 meters!" An accompanying official, visibly terrified, ran over, trembling as he spoke.
This was the sky, a single missile, and everyone would be dead!
"What's all the panic!"
Victor said calmly, "Can't my soldiers protect me? Let them launch an attack, shoot down the U.S. military aircraft, and I'll give them medals!"
He looked around at everyone, "Who has a cigarette."
A young accompanying staff member shakily handed one over from his bag, "ARLBORO, tastes good, go on, everyone have a cigarette."
