Gao Yi watched the live broadcast, watching as the stranger in the frame opened the lid of the box in the dim light, closed it, then opened it again, until he picked up a bottle of Vodka.
There was no sentiment, no emotion. Gao Yi was just curious, curious about what this obviously sickly-looking old man would say after shaking the bottle at the camera.
According to the Russians' custom, they would have a toast before drinking.
Surely he would say something.
But strangely, he said nothing.
Took a puff, took a sip of the drink, looking quite pleased.
Yuri stared at the screen, his expression unchanged, still carrying a faint smile.
Snyder took a deep breath, then shouted loudly, "He's at the foot of Mount Fuji, stop him! Order, free fire, stop him!"
Knowing full well it was impossible to stop, Snyder still issued the order as quickly as possible.
