Technically, Nina Jacobs had never met Evander Langdon.
Nina Jacobs shook her head. "No, but Supervisor Maxwell said that was Commander Langdon."
With that, she recited the story she had prepared in advance.
"Wayne Warner and I chased them outside the base, but they had backup waiting. We lost them in the end."
Nina Jacobs put on a regretful expression.
"What about Adjutant White?
Why didn’t you go support him?" Zinnia Wells asked.
"Drake Shaw was there too. He went after Dominic Sloan first and then told me to take over. He said he was going to support Adjutant White..."
Nina Jacobs answered.
Everyone who had been on the scene tonight was gathered in the interrogation room.
Nina Jacobs’s words were corroborated by several people.
"It’s true that Drake Shaw went after Dominic Sloan first. We did hear him say he was leaving Dominic Sloan to Captain Jacobs..."
a few members of the Shadow Legion who had been following Drake Shaw said.
General Hughes was now clearly somewhat convinced. "And then?"
"Later, Adjutant White and Director Caldwell started fighting for some reason.
Adjutant White told us to call for reinforcements,
but Drake Shaw stopped us.
Drake Shaw said he would call for reinforcements himself. He told me Commander Langdon had been kidnapped and that I needed to get over there quickly.
I should have double-checked..."
Lies mixed with truth are the hardest to discern. Mrs. White, who had been sitting silently to the side, clenched her fists.
"Drake Shaw... Drake Shaw followed you for so long. Didn’t you ever notice anything unusual about him?"
Mrs. White demanded, holding nothing back.
General Hughes’s expression darkened.
"Drake Shaw has no connection to Crestfall. How could he..."
"Besides Drake Shaw, there was also Seraphina Chase. I thought she was there to help me,
but I fell into her trap instead,"
Nina Jacobs said with a frown.
’With my and Wayne Warner’s strength, it would have been impossible for us to lose to just a few people. That’s why Seraphina Chase had to be forced out of Lornwood Base.’
"What about the warehouse? Did they get into the warehouse?"
Wyatt Holden asked hurriedly.
For now, Nina Jacobs was the only one who knew what had happened tonight.
"The warehouse?
You mean the underground warehouse?"
Nina Jacobs feigned surprise. "I was following them the whole time, trying to get them to release Commander Langdon and Doctor Harlan.
They never went to the warehouse."
"Then did they have other accomplices?
Like, did they split up or something?"
Wyatt Holden was desperate for an answer.
But to his disappointment, Nina Jacobs claimed not to know if they had accomplices.
"How could that be? All those supplies... how could they just vanish into thin air?"
Wyatt Holden staggered, staring at the floor.
He just couldn’t figure out who could have broken into the warehouse.
"Thunder Element, Gold Element, Earth Element, and a Space Element... The enemy had at least four Superpower Users.
It would take at least an hour to move all those supplies,
but no one saw them. Are we dealing with ghosts?"
Anselm Hughes added.
"What about Reinhard Caldwell? Where did he go? Did you see him?"
Arcadia White stood up and walked over to Nina Jacobs, asking.
There were still tear tracks on her face; she looked like she had been crying for a long time.
Nina Jacobs shook her head. "No, but maybe we could try a base-wide search."
"Do you have any leads?"
General Hughes looked up at her.
"Their plan was meticulous, and they had many insiders in the base, including Director Caldwell, Drake Shaw, and Seraphina Chase.
’I think they might still have other sleeper agents left in the base.’"
As she spoke, she glanced at Montague Goldman, who was off to the side.
"Last night, when you and Director Palmer came to find me, I thought it was very strange.
Hasn’t anyone noticed? Things in the base have been chaotic since this morning."
Nina Jacobs’s words made Wyatt Holden look up.
He frowned, recalling.


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