Almost disconnected the connector in the Moz.

When the entire chamber space is moved.

Citigroup thousands of miles away from Mexico.

A mysterious underground information center.

A screen suddenly sounds an alarm.

A red exclamation mark flashes.

Immediately caused a wave of nervousness.

"It's a nuclear alert!"

"There is an accident with a nuclear arsenal!"

"What's going on? Which nuclear arsenal is in trouble? ”

A middle-aged Anglo man wearing a gray half-brimmed hat and engineering uniform walked over.

Asked in standard Citi language.

"It's the M-11 arsenal."

Someone immediately answered.

"It turned out to be the spare arsenal newly built by Mexico."

The man leaned on to his chair and leaned over to the screen.

A red alarm glow is reflected in the frame on the nose.

"Did someone do something to our arsenal, or did the caretaker make a mistake?"

"It doesn't seem to be, it seems to be...... There was a problem with the cable that connected the arsenal to the outside. ”

The engineer in front of the screen doubled over the warning.

Hesitantly.

"This is a video of the current affairs of all the shots in the M-11 arsenal."

"Just now, the screen of these videos went black, and the defense system inside did not react."

The man frowned, staring at the surveillance footage from above.

"It shouldn't be the problem with the arsenal, it may be that someone dug up the cable outside the arsenal......"

He groaned.

"However, any question about nuclear weapons is not a trivial matter, and once there is a real accident in the M-11 nuclear arsenal, then the whole city of Mexico will not be safe."

He looked solemn and said solemnly.

"Mexico is the territory of the Star of Glory, notify Partridge to let them all evacuate, exit Mexico City, find any abnormalities, and report in time."

"Yes!" The man behind him immediately turned around and called.

The look on the man's face did not relax in the slightest.

Bring your gaze back to the screen.

The tone was a little displeased.

"In such an important place, how can you allow people around to move the cable?"

"Who is the caretaker of this arsenal?"

"It's the Guzmáns, a local underworld force."

The engineer in front of the screen flipped and recorded.

"Chief, do you want to inform the Mexican government and the Guzman family about this matter?" The man asked.

"No, the lives of other people have nothing to do with our organization, let's send two engineers over and re-check to see what's going on?"

"Yes."

The man's eyes were fixed on the digital flash, and surveillance video was trying to restore the connection.

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.

"Fortunately, we have a plan, in order to prevent all kinds of accidents, we are equipped with an emergency response system, otherwise so many sensitive instruments will suddenly stop, and the entire arsenal will be destroyed."

Just when the man is relieved.

The man who had just gone to make the phone ran back panting.

The tone is rapid.

Speak quickly in Citi.

"Chief, no, I just got the news from Mexico City, just now the Guzmán family building was attacked by inexplicable forces, and the caretaker Fernan Guzmán and his uncle Lucian Guzman disappeared mysteriously, and they can't be contacted until now."

"What ?!!"

"Ding!"

At this point, the alarm re-sounded on the screen.

Failed to connect!

The other side.

Mo Yu took a short break.

Refresh your spirits.

Looking at the full harvest in the space, he left the underground warehouse with satisfaction.

Of course, the two guys from the Guzmán family, she threw them at the door.