Chapter 277: Trade Alliance Tremors
Fortress Office.
Torres's gaze swept over the stack of customs clearance documents and tax reports piled on his desk. Frowning, he picked up the cup of black coffee on the table that hadn't completely cooled yet, preparing to take a sip to let the bitter liquid refresh him.
"BOOM!!"
A dull, thunderous roar caused the entire office to visibly shake.
The coffee cup in Torres's hand trembled, the dark brown liquid rippling, and a few drops of scalding coffee splashed out, landing on the cuff of his expensive dark brown leather military greatcoat, leaving unsightly stains.
The man's brow furrowed even tighter, a flash of displeasure and confusion crossing his face. He was just about to speak, to ask his aide Elliot, who was sitting on the opposite sofa and had also been startled by the tremor into looking up, what had happened.
"BANG!" The heavy oak door of the office was violently flung open. A soldier with a deathly pale face and panicked expression stumbled in, nearly tripping over the rug.
"Co... Commander! It's terrible! We're under attack!!" The soldier's voice trembled, his words incoherent.
Torres's pupils contracted slightly, his heart sinking, but his expression quickly returned to calm.