That single word from Bradley made the soldiers on the battleships below extremely anxious.
Commander Richardson had already chosen death, but would Mr. President really kill him?
If he did, what would happen next?
Who would give the orders in the future?
"You..." Vernon instinctively started to exert pressure with his hands, but stopped before fully clenching his grip. By now, he had regained some composure, he had no choice, really.
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