After confirming he hadn't misseen, he fell silent.
The red-haired youth's expression was somewhat complex.
The operation he'd been pursuing for a year was suddenly about to be called off.
He hadn't even found the opponent's headquarters before his superior announced that all opposition members were already dead.
This feeling, the red-haired youth couldn't describe; he simply opened the mysterious website again. Due to work, he couldn't accurately inform his boss about those guys' information.
However, the information that the opponents were dead shouldn't be considered confidential.
Thus, the red-haired youth, with a complex expression, deleted the edited message and re-sent a line: "Boss, I just received word, these guys are all dead."
After sending this message.
The red-haired youth slumped into the seat, staring blankly at the website in front of him.
First there was gene engineering, then these cult members.