Song Heping stood up and walked to another screen.
It displayed the topographical map surrounding the evacuation points.
"Unless you were already on the move before the release of Titrick's gas, for instance, deployed at a rally point five kilometers away before the attack started, waiting for the signal."
Duke remained silent.
His fingers gently tapped the edge of the console, as if calculating something.
"Let me tell you about my situation, General." Song Heping turned around, with his back to the screen: "My technical team analyzed the distribution of the gas release points. Seventeen release points form a precise grid, with three main release points creating an equilateral triangle that covers the city center. This setup requires fluid dynamics calculations, chemical engineering knowledge, and precise explosive technology—it's not something a terrorist can casually accomplish."
