"Minister Zhang, I now know there are over twenty missile silos within the borders of Wu Country."
"The long-range strike missiles are too highly classified, and the protection level is too high. I don't have the conditions for that right now."
"The most suitable option now is a small missile silo just over seventy kilometers from the capital. This silo contains three missiles, all of the same model, with a launch range of 120 kilometers, and an explosive yield approximately equal to two thousand TNT, capable of destroying an area of about fifty thousand square meters."
"Please give me an address, and I'll launch it for you."
"But I declare in advance that this missile is not launched by me, but by you. You must bear all subsequent responsibilities on your own. My small arms and legs can't handle such significant consequences."
"..."
When it really started to get underway.
This young girl was no longer timid and didn't stammer while speaking.
