Underground base, meeting hall.
Gibran was lying on the table, as if taking a nap. The next moment he suddenly raised his head, opened his bloodshot eyes, and looked around.
Seeing many people standing around, looking at him with strange expressions, Gibran realized something.
Did you accidentally fall asleep during the meeting because you were too tired
"Well-"
Gibran rubbed his brows, shook his groggy head, looked at the people around him, and asked in a hoarse voice: "How long have I been asleep?"
"Um, about half a minute." someone answered.
"Half a minute? Okay, it's my fault for delaying everyone's time."
"No, no, Gibran is in charge. You are too tired. Why don't you take a rest first." Someone advised.
Gibran waved his hand and said: "I'm fine. This is not the time to rest. Many things have not been dealt with. It's not too late to have a good rest after this mission is completed. By the way, where did we discuss just now?"
Seeing how serious Gibran was, the others did not dare to say anything, and quickly said: "Steward Gibran, we were discussing just now about the personnel needed for the White Stone Tower project."
"What is the problem?"
"There are too few people. With the people gathered so far, it will be quite difficult to destroy the entire White Stone Tower. It is expected... it is expected that the number of people will be doubled." A tall and thin man stood up and said.
"Is that so..." Gibran glanced at the other party and began to think. He felt severe pain when he moved his mind a little, but he still said, "In this case, then... how about transferring the people from Black Rock Valley? Their mission should be It’s almost completed and can be transferred here for support.”
"this… "
"Vasily, didn't you come from the Black Rock Valley? You know the situation there best. Please tell me." Gibran named him.
"Yes." The short Vasily stood up, touched the iron ring on his ear uncomfortably, and said, "Steward Gibran, I think your proposal is not problematic in a big way. The people over there We have almost completed our mission.”
"That's good. This matter has been settled. After the meeting, I will send the message over there." Gibran made a quick decision.
"However, Gibran is in charge. Even if we transfer people from Black Rock Valley, it won't be enough. We need more talents." Vasily said.
"Then..." Gibran thought again, enduring the pain of his head almost exploding, and said, "Then transfer the people from the Red Fort. Their mission is relatively long. You can come here to support them until it is completed. Things here at the White Stone Tower, and then go and carry out their mission. By the way, I remember that the people at the Red Castle are all very capable members, such as Billy, Tokchi, Nani... "
As he spoke, Gibran suddenly stopped, tilted his head slightly, his brows wrinkled little by little, and an indescribable feeling of weirdness and absurdity arose in his heart. Looking up at the people around me, I felt that it was very unreal, very... unreal.
"This..." Gibran's forehead finally wrinkled into the sound of "Chuan", and he asked the people around him, "By the way, what I just said and discussed, have you done it before? ?”
"Uh, Gibran is in charge, this..." The expressions of the people around him suddenly became extremely exciting, hesitating and not knowing what to say.
Gibran became angry and shouted: "Tell me what's going on!"
The people around him couldn't help but trembled. They looked at Gibran hesitantly and said slowly: "Gibran is in charge. In fact, we..."
Before they finished speaking, everyone's bodies began to twist, and then dissipated like smoke.
Gibran's eyebrows were raised like razors, and his eyes became sharp. He was about to take action, but the next moment he heard the door of the meeting hall, and he immediately turned his head to look over.
"boom!"
The door of the meeting hall was opened, and the dazzling white light suddenly shone in, causing Gibran's pupils to shrink subconsciously, and he couldn't help but reach out to cover it.
Then Gibran saw a figure in the dazzling light—a majestic figure.
The other party was wearing a gorgeous golden robe and a golden ring on his hand.
This is!
The white light dissipated, and the figure appeared in front of Gibran.
Gibran suddenly stood up from his seat, looked at the person coming, and said in surprise: "Director Rommel, it's you!"
"Well, it's me." The visitor said, pressing Gibran's shoulder lightly: "Gibran is in charge, you'd better sit down first and speak slowly if you have anything to say."
"I..." Gibran sat back in his seat with a complicated expression. He was silent for a while, looked up at Rommel, and asked aloud, "Director, did I fail?"
"Gibran is in charge, you should know that I have always valued you, and you have lived up to my expectations of you. You have always been serious and hard-working, and I see it in your eyes."
"Director, did I really fail?" Gibran's eyes widened, his breathing became rapid, and he realized a certain possibility, "Then what we are doing here now, isn't it..."
"No matter what you say, you believe you did your best in this matter, so I won't blame you, and the organization won't punish you..."
After listening to Rommel's words, Gibran's expression calmed down little by little. None of Rommel's words sounded like a direct answer to his question. They all looked at him from the left, but this gave him the answer.
"call-"
Gibran took a deep breath, tried to calm down, looked at Rommel, smiled bitterly, and asked: "Director Rommel, please tell me how I failed, and... how did I die?"
"I don't know the specifics." Rommel looked at Gibran, let out a breath, and answered seriously, "At present, I just learned that you and everyone under you lost contact at almost the same time, and they are all gone. Signs of life. If your guess is correct, you and your men should have died in a premeditated attack, and no one was spared."
"No one is spared?"
"No one was spared."
"Okay, no one is spared." Gibran closed his eyes in pain, and opened them after a long time, "Then what is the organization going to do with me?"
"I said, I believe you must have tried your best. This failure was just an accident. Therefore, the organization will not deal with you, but considering that there is no suitable body container for you and your men, you and your men may You need to take a long rest. As for the things you and your men are responsible for, you need to mobilize manpower from other regions to supplement it."
"Is that so? How long should I rest?"
"It will be during the next big operation."
"The next big operation?" Gibran exhaled, "It will take a long, long time. I really don't know if there will be a chance."
"Yes, the reason why I came here is to tell you, be patient, have a good rest, and don't think too much. Well, really don't think too much."
After speaking, Rommel patted Gibran on the shoulder and turned to leave.
At this time Gibran spoke up, stopped Rommel and said: "Director, can I ask one last question?"
"What?"
"Since my mission failed, then... what should we do here in White Rock Tower?"
"You should know that the White Rock Tower must be captured. This is not only a problem for the White Rock Tower itself, but also related to the situation on the entire East Coast. We have been in this game for so long and spent so much effort. We absolutely cannot Falling short of success.
This time the White Stone Tower failed. There was no time to slowly remedy the situation, so we had to take drastic measures. So... I'll take matters into my own hands. "
"Director, are you going to take action yourself?!" Gibran was shocked, "Aren't you afraid of breaking some restrictions?"
"It doesn't matter. After all, the situation is special. Just break some restrictions." Rommel said, then changed his tone, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you break it - most people who find something wrong will not realize what it is, and Once you realize what they are, most of them will die. Don't worry."
"Okay." Gibran said, there was nothing more to say.
Rommel continued to walk towards the door. Before walking out, he waved his hand and said, "Have a good rest. See you next time."
"Goodbye," Gibran responded.
"boom!"
The door to the hall closed and Rommel disappeared from sight.
The next moment, starting from the door of the hall, the entire space began to shatter bit by bit, spreading towards Gibran.
Gibran looked at this scene, his expression looked a little numb, neither sad nor happy, and said softly: "Goodbye, next big operation, will there really be a chance..."
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