"They've been stolen... stolen..."
This sentence, like a giant rock, smashed viciously into the lake within the hall, causing towering waves in everyone's heart.
Zhao Douan looked toward Haitang's gradually approaching figure, his expression clearly one of astonishment.
"The firearms... have been stolen!"
Xue Shence abruptly stood up, his face visibly moved for the first time. Normally reserved and stoic, known for his near-mystical command of the armed forces and dubbed the "Military God," his eyes now shot out a compelling light.
Beside him, equally high-ranking military officials from the Ministry of War like Mr. Wang and Ma Yan were also shocked and pale.
Instinctively, they turned their gaze toward the chief officer of the Firearms Camp and the Commander of Divine Machine Camp, responsible for defense.
However, Chen Gui, slightly drunk, only wore a blank expression, as if he had not yet recovered from the shocking news.