At this time, his face was a little anxious.

Said to the man on the couch.

"Commander Partridge, the top priority now is to find the lost weapon, and this level of force resources cannot be lost."

He said with a serious expression.

The burly man known as Partridge had an equally gloomy face.

Nuclear weapons are a deterrent to others, and even more so to themselves.

Don't say anything else.

If Wenna Sandy's parents each had an atomic bomb in their arms.

The people of their Charismatic Society would never dare to bombard them with a single missile.

Not to mention, the woman's whereabouts are unknown at this time.

If she is secretly hiding in a city.

Then the city is not safe for a radius of several hundred kilometers.

If she gives the nukes to those rebellious Adepts.

Then it's a huge threat to their entire organization.

If the other party comes to them unknowingly with a nuclear bomb......

Just thinking about this possibility is a headache.

The burly man scratched his hair irritably.

"Isn't your information center in charge of the surveillance system for all the arsenals? And I remember that you have a tracking and positioning system on every nuclear weapon machine, every intelligent robot, and even on the nuclear bomb. ”

"Don't you have a clue?"

The man on the screen said solemnly.

"That's the severity of this incident, after the accident, we activated all the tracking systems, all the preparedness programs."

"But the trackers seemed to be collectively damaged, none of the trackers were sending information, and none of the preparatory mechanisms were in effect."

"We completely lost control of all the instruments in the chamber."

"Even we have used reconnaissance satellites to evaluate nuclear radiation, and the nuclear radiation values in Mexico are normal, and there is no abnormality."

"It's as if the whole vault has disappeared out of thin air."

The burly man on the sofa frowned slightly when he heard this.

Look to the other side.

"Who's in charge of this hidden base?"

At this moment, a squadron leader behind the group leader in the corner of the screen came out of the line.

Saluted to the man.

"The head of the report is the Guzman family under our command."

"Connect with the head of that family."

"Yes."

A window opens in the screen.

The picture shows a valian-looking Libyan man.

The man looked to be less than forty years old, with black hair, angular features, and a thick beard.

And eyes as brown as amber.

"You are the head of the Guzmán family, the caretaker of the wrecked M-11 arsenal?"

The burly man stared into his eyes.

"Yes," the man on the screen saluted respectfully.

"What the hell is going on? You go through it from beginning to end. ”

The others on the wall were looking at him through the screen in front of them.

Among them was the combat squadron that rounded up the girl that night.

Due to the suddenness of the incident.

They didn't have time to go to the Guzmán family to question.

was notified of the nuclear threat.

Evacuated from the city of Ink.

It is still unknown what exactly happened.

"Your Excellency, Honorable Commander, Your Excellency,"

The man on the screen, polite, spoke slowly.

"It happened yesterday, when that mysterious supernatural person suddenly came to the door and wanted to buy weapons through the channels of our Guzman family."

"My uncle, Lucian Guzmán, found out who she was, flatly rejected her request and immediately informed me."