The people sent out had disappeared without a trace again.
The base was well aware of what was going on.
In these past two or three years, the probability of people they sent coming back dwindled increasingly.
"Snap."
In the central meeting room of the base, someone slapped the table, staring coldly at Shen Wenhong seated to the left.
"Our losses have been too severe lately, Dr. Shen, what do we do now to make up for it?"
"The start of all this was because of your request, the items were sent to your side, yet you couldn't ensure their safe use, letting them be destroyed with ease. Dr. Jian's situation is now very dangerous, and we still have to send people to deal with it. Dr. Shen, with one troublesome issue after another, do you have no other explanation?"
"You're not doing this on purpose, are you?" Someone questioned the motives of Mr. and Mrs. Shen.
