Each action has consequences.

Half an hour after the departure of Isaac's maidservants, taking his sister with them, three military Airbus S800Zs were flying over the Atlantic Ocean to the south.

Even if they were similar to the Airbus A400M, they were ten times faster than them, and could also carry a hundred tons more than the old series.

Just by monitoring their flight routes on the map, anyone could guess their destinations by seeing the red fleck that showed up their destinations; London!

[Here, saber A, did one of you manage to establish communication with Plantation 401?]

[Here, Saber C, negative, my general, our communication signals are always blurred by this strange sound.]

[Here, Saber B, nothing to report.]

Following the successive responses of his subordinates, Leon crossed his arms with a heavy sigh, with the hope of calming down a little.