"Alright, come in!"
The time had come, but Lynch still had some questions unanswered. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
The two of them walked into the meeting room together. Guided by the staff, Lynch sat on the right side toward the back, not quite in the front.
Among those attending the meeting, only a few seemed not to be official figures. The rest were either officers or intelligence and security personnel, each with an exceptionally serious expression on their face.
This incident disrupted a whole series of their subsequent plans and even undermined their previous arrangements, which was extremely annoying!
The content of the meeting was duller than Lynch had imagined, with each department reporting the results of their losses.
They had deployed quite a few people into the Mariluo, but now the General was dead, Isabella was missing, Sanchez was injured, and those they sent had also suffered varying degrees of injury.
