Lost is lost, not stolen, not snatched, but inexplicably lost.
Sixty tons of gold, not six kilograms, not sixty kilograms, how could it possibly get lost?
So what puzzled Gao Guang was the use of the word "lost," and it was this "lost" that made the situation sound very troublesome.
"Yes, it's just lost."
"What do you mean 'lost'? Explain clearly!"
Danny had probably never been so panicked in his life. His speech had lost the composure and indifference of the past. After taking a deep breath, he said with a trembling voice, "The airplane took off from Baghdad, but it did not arrive at Randolph Air Force Base within the scheduled time frame. And when the plane landed, our people discovered... the gold was gone..."
Gao Guang was still puzzled just now, but now, he was left with nothing but resignation.
"Didn't you send an escort?"
"No..."