In the underground chamber of the castle with strong field protection, the oval conference table was full on both sides, and Moluna sat on the outermost side to listen, she had regained her former cold look, except in front of her father, she had always shown herself as a cold queen.

Although she was only listening, Moluna's heart was full of excitement, but there was no trace on her indifferent pretty face, black tuxedo trouser suit, short blonde hair, sunglasses, bright red lips, these cold elements gathered on her, as if she was born with it.

The people who can sit at today's conference table are the most influential people in the New London area, and after Moluna entered the conference room, she learned that it turned out that a commando team equipped with a paralyzing Robocop weapon would immediately raid the Gold Coast Snowball Club, this commando team has 500 armed personnel, and at the same time, there are another 3,000 armed personnel equipped with paralyzing mechanical police weapons, which will be sensitive targets throughout the city, such as communication stations, town halls, After tonight, New London and the north will declare independence, and if the Esel regime does not negotiate peace to release all the detainees, war will inevitably break out.

The big men sitting on either side of the oval conference table looked different, some were full of excitement, holding champagne and ready to celebrate, while others were slightly nervous, muttering to themselves and praying from time to time, and some were so impassive that it was hard to see what they were thinking.

"Miss Moluna!" a handsome man in a police officer's uniform politely bowed to Moluna and sat down next to Moluna.

Moluna nodded at him, the man is a member of another political family in the New London area, his name is Jack, he works in the New London Police Headquarters, is a senior inspector of the Third District Crime Unit, and is also one of Moluna's suitors, but Moluna has never been a hypocrite to this fanatical suitor, because this guy has always been a hypocrite in front of others, in front of the elders, humble and polite, but in private, he is ruthless and domineering, unruly, and notoriety among the gangsters and ruffians in the third district.

"It's about to start, isn't it?" Jack looked at the antique watch on his wrist with some excitement, it was a vintage mechanical watch, a symbol of high society status.

Moluna just sat quietly, looking extremely calm, but before she knew it, her hands were already clutching the hem of her clothes.

"It's on!" a slightly majestic voice sounded, it was Moluna's father, and the conference room was immediately silent.

Almost all of them were the second generation of the political families or the political, economic, and military elites who were attached to the huge branches of these political families, and it can be said that it was these people who ruled the normal operation of the city of New London and even the northern region.

"Hey, why is there no signal?!" someone asked in surprise.

In fact, since Moluna's father, Dean Morusso, said "start", the equipment that has always been in close contact with the commando team seems to have a problem, and now, the equipment that was originally full of noise is simply silent.

On the side, two people immediately ran up to debug, but they couldn't get through to the commando commander's communicator.

"I can't seem to find their optical brain signal ......," the two technicians muttered quietly.

"No, Dean, it doesn't seem to be just a commando, right? all the armed men we sent out, it seems that the communication nodes have disappeared?!" The one who spoke was a big fat man like a mountain of meat, a member of the former New London City Council who was dismissed by Essen, he seemed to have a low political status, but he was Dean Moruso's sibling brother, ranked seventh, Dean Morusso was the youngest among a dozen brothers and sisters, just over fifty years old this year, and was the youngest son of the patriarch Morusso who was already more than four hundred years old.

The words of Moluna, the seventh uncle, immediately caused a commotion, and everyone's faces changed, things would not be so coincidental, it could not be that all the commandos, nearly four thousand armed personnel, and at the same time the light brain signal failed.

Dean Moruso frowned slightly, and glanced at the seventh brother with some dissatisfaction, but after all, the seventh brother was a hundred years older than him, so he didn't say much, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone be quiet, I think, even if the operation fails, we brave soldiers will not all be subdued at the same time, right?" I think there should be something wrong with the quantum communication channels left by the Empire in our new London metropolitan area, maybe the base stations in the airspace should be overhauled, after all, since the Empire abandoned us seven years ago, there are no technicians to maintain these base stations, perhaps, they have gradually aged, and it is likely that we will no longer be able to use the communication channels in the optical brain to communicate with each other in the future. Moreover, their malfunction should have also interfered with the communicators of our soldiers. ”

Everyone nodded when they heard this, the former mayor made sense, if the operation really failed, it is unlikely that all the commandos will lose contact at the same time, and it is likely that there is a problem with the link base station of the optical brain communication channel, although it is said that these base stations can theoretically operate for more than 10,000 years, but that is under the premise of maintaining the imperial technicians, it is difficult to talk about now, what technical failures occur, and no one knows how to repair them.

However, while this is bad news, it is better than the instant annihilation of the commandos.

While everyone was talking, Jack also said to Moluna: "It's really unlucky that there is a problem with the base station at this time, and how did you do it? There is a problem with the optical brain signal, why does it interfere with the communicator?"

In fact, on the Red Cloud Star, in terms of communication technology, people's first choice is a variety of communicators, shared communication between optical brains, only between very close friends, these commandos, first of all, the communicator has no signal, and the technicians only enable optical brain communication to find them, but they don't want to, their optical brain signals are also brushed away, which makes people feel that the teacher is disadvantageous.

Listening to Jack's words, Moluna did not respond to him, but looked at her father, and then her heart sank, perhaps, no one knew her father better than her, and now in Dean Morusso's eyes, the deep uneasiness made Moluna immediately realize that the matter was not as simple as her father explained.

"No, why can we still communicate with each other?" asked a middle-aged man with a solemn face.

"Yes, if it's a particular band that's going to fail, but why are all of us okay? Why are thousands of commandos all having problems at the same time?" said the other, his face getting more and more ugly.

"Alright, I've arranged the vehicle, opened the underground safe passage, and everyone is ready to leave!" Dean Moruso's loud voice sounded, obviously, he had considered all these problems, but in this short period of time, he was helping everyone arrange a retreat route.

"Huh?!" Jack was dumbfounded, looked at Moluna, and said dumbfounded: "What do you mean, the operation failed, and our people were arrested?!"

Mo Luna ignored him, stood up, walked quickly to her father, and looked at her father's forced composure, and a heavy stone was also pressed in her heart, and an ominous premonition surged uncontrollably.