When Xiaobao and nearly all the mid-to-high-level personnel of the base were gathered in Area X, two men dressed in suits, exuding an air of Western gentlemanliness, appeared at the breach point of the base's defenses.
One had golden hair, the other, brown.
The man with brown hair said indifferently, "Baoweir, we've lost contact with your brother."
The golden-haired man frowned slightly, "Meng Ke, I sense glee in your tone. You'd better not challenge my patience."
Meng Ke, the brown-haired man, shrugged with a smile, "You're overthinking. It's not just your brother; the others who infiltrated have lost contact too. I'm concerned about whether our plan succeeded."
"Are you scared?" Baoweir's expression turned slightly cold.
"Scared? Inside this base, what is there to fear? Do you think they would use high-powered weapons to destroy the base?" Meng Ke shrugged nonchalantly, seemingly unconcerned.
