"Ten, twenty years? Then tell me, why did this thing only appear now?
Or are you trying to say that what Country Hua has mastered isn't Light Chip Technology, but they've invented a Super Space-Time Machine?"
"This..."
"Enough! I'm fed up with your excuses for incompetence!
You have three more days, and after three days, either bring me some intelligence or your resignation letters!
Now! Get out!" Naji roared, pointing to the door.
A group of subordinates left the office with their heads down, and moments later, the sound of chaos erupted outside as intelligence officers scrambled to deploy their tasks...
Director Naji, still furious, cursed repeatedly at the pile of useless intelligence reports on his desk.
The new director is eager to make an impression, but before he could even start, a bucket of cold water was dumped on his head.
Who would have thought that a small Hua Wei factory could make the mighty CIA director look so pathetic.
Why is this happening...
