He was going to use Pittsburgh's newly beating heart to pump blood and reawaken the entire dying body.
He was playing a much larger game.
「Two weeks later. Monongahela River Valley.」
A heavy-duty crawler crane slowly hoisted a twenty-meter-long I-beam, suspending it in mid-air. Then, guided by a series of whistles and signal flags, the beam was lowered precisely onto its designated base.
"CLANG!"
The dull impact made the very ground beneath their feet tremble.
Dust billowed into the air.
Leo, wearing a bright orange reflective vest and a white hard hat, stood on a command platform at the edge of the construction site.
Ethan stood beside him. Even on a construction site, the chief of staff was trying to maintain the decorum of a Washington elite, constantly brushing dust from his clothes.
"They're here," Ethan said, pointing toward the site's entrance.
Leo looked up.
Through the swirling dust, he saw a convoy of black vehicles driving up the newly laid temporary road.
