"Squad One in position."
"Squad Two in position."
"Squad Three in position."
"Move out."
Listening to the messages coming from the communicator, Trafford decisively issued the order.
In an era of rapid radio development, radio communication devices were naturally already installed in top-tier official institutions like the Kingdom Defense Bureau.
However, regardless of how well Trafford deployed or how advanced the squad's equipment was, they were destined to come up empty-handed.
The building of the underground meeting was deserted, not to mention the target, Count Jiakade, even the other participants were not found.
Except for the intoxicating aroma of wine lingering in the air, not even an empty bottle was left behind.
"The information might have been leaked in advance."
The temporary adjutant reported to Trafford in a deep voice.
Trafford, suppressing his anger, said, "Search, turn the whole place over, I refuse to believe there are no clues."
