"You..."
The Lieutenant General couldn't help but take another step back.
He stared deathly at Li Tianlan in front of him, observing his expression.
Li Tianlan's expression was bland and casual, but the if anything, the murderous intent in his eyes was as if it was substantial.
He's serious.
The Lieutenant General finally confirmed it.
"You have to take responsibility for your actions."
The Lieutenant General forced himself to calm down as he looked at Li Tianlan, his voice suppressed, "Two hundred kilometers away, Airbird missiles..."
"No more."
Li Tianlan said indifferently, "The so-called missile base in your mouth is no longer there."
The Lieutenant General's face grew more and more miserable as he thought of the voice he had vaguely heard earlier, and he shook his head fiercely, "That's impossible!"
Li Tianlan looked at him and nodded after a moment of silence.
"Kind of boring."
He looked at the minia
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