American Comics: I Died at the Hand of Thor, and Became a Rule-Based Ghost Story

By the time.

There will be severe penalties.

Therefore, even if the operator is very tired.

I didn't dare to sleep.

Chapter 467 The Destruction of a City Caused by a Switchboard Operator! (1)

Drop drop!

That dedicated phone line might not ring even once a year.

suddenly.

It rang urgently.

It jolted the drowsy operator awake.

"The phone is ringing?"

After the operator regained consciousness.

I didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he paused for a second.

They seemed unable to believe it.

The phone in front of me is incredibly important; it has never rung before.

It actually started ringing today.

"what happened?"

"Could something big have happened outside?"

"But what I saw on the news was clearly a peaceful and harmonious scene."

The operator frowned and didn't vote.

"Is it a prank?"

Think about it this way.

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He suddenly didn't want to answer.

"Nothing is happening in the country right now."

"This phone shouldn't be ringing."

Drop drop!

phone.

It was still ringing urgently.

The operator was really annoyed by the noise.

He determined.

This phone call is definitely a prank.

Without even thinking about it.

Reject the call immediately!

"Phew! It's quiet now!"

The operator breathed a sigh of relief.

The ringing was shrill.

This made him very annoyed.

"Let's get some exercise and relax."

Regarding the phone call just now.

The operator had already forgotten about it.

The plan is to proceed as usual.

Get some exercise.

Get some exercise.

To prevent rusting.

And this time.

The phone rang again.

"FUCK! Not again! When will this end?"

The operator was furious.

He returned to the phone.

The call was disconnected again.

I glanced at the number: 003003.

"This number seems good."

The thought flashed past.

The operator knows.

This must be someone with a special status, or an extremely wealthy tycoon.

Only then can one use such a number.

Operators like him.

Even if you work hard your whole life.

Nor is it possible.

"Damn tycoons!"

"Damn corrupt officials!"

He cursed under his breath.

The operator stared at the incessantly ringing phone.

My hand slipped.

I immediately blocked that number.

"I'll let you hit me again!"

"So what if they're tycoons or powerful figures?"

"They still can't get through to our Base One by phone."

at this time.

In the operator's mind.

I already understand.

Something big is definitely going to happen.

That's why they kept calling the dedicated phone line at their Base One.

but.

He deliberately refused to answer.

They might even block the other person directly.

"With me here, you won't be able to break in today."

The thought of blocking the number of someone I normally can't even reach is horrifying.

The operator was secretly thrilled.

I was so excited I almost shouted out loud.

And this time.

The underground base where missiles are launched.

It directly blew up 680.

"What? The dedicated phone line to Base One is not working?"

"Then, who can stop those ten Wind Chaser intercontinental ballistic missiles?"

As a base for launching missiles.

No one understands the destructive power of those ten missiles better than they do.