Thomas asked curiously, "What happened?"
"On our way back, our plane was attacked by a giant bird, and we almost crashed. The injuries on my body were caused by it."
Newmanlovsky explained, "In the air, we used up all the bullets in the heavy machine gun, yet that giant creature remained completely unharmed."
"Could it be some kind of secretly developed weapon, just appearing as an animal on the surface?"
"Who cares? Anyway, it's been taken care of by our country's fighter jets."
Thomas laughed, "Let's leave the unpleasant things behind us; we must have fun tonight."
Newmanlovsky was concerned about one thing, "I wonder how the research on those doppelgängers is going?"
"Come with me."
Thomas stood up, left the private room, wound his way through the hallway, passing through several doors to arrive at an underground laboratory.
Inside the lab's chamber lay several men who looked exactly like Newmanlovsky, as if they were carved from the same mold.
