Chapter 1272

Michael stood on the deck, looked around, gazed at the sky, and said:

"Are you all dumbstruck? Not planning to say or do anything more? The power of the nukes is just like this after all, don't you have any more formidable methods? Bring them up and let me see."

Moments later, another drone flew over from a short distance and stopped in front of Michael.

On the screen, those foreigners who used to be high and mighty, were pale-faced now.

The white-haired old man faced Michael's calm gaze, feeling utterly rigid.

He had assumed he could calmly face death, but when the reality of death was imminent, he realized that he wasn't as calm and composed as he'd thought. Panic was spreading wildly in his heart, swallowing the last of his courage like a tide.

His forehead covered with beads of sweat, the old man opened his mouth, trying to say something strong-willed, but he just couldn't find the words.