Jonathan Reis was furious. In the office of his secret base, he was berating the commander of his mercenary corps.
Jonathan swept the globe off the desk and snapped, "You lost eight men in Greece and another eighteen in Britain, yet got nothing. Is this how you lead a mercenary corps, Allen?"
This mercenary corps belonged to Jonathan himself. It had not been easy to build, and there were only a little over a hundred men in total. Losing twenty or thirty of them at once was enough to infuriate him.
Allen said helplessly, "Boss, the intelligence from the last two operations was inaccurate. We underestimated the enemy's strength. I guarantee there won't be another failure next time."
"Idiot. No one will give you a third chance. They've already handed that Crystal Ball over to MI6. Are you going to storm MI6 and snatch it back?" Jonathan cursed.
Allen immediately fell silent.
Jonathan Reis took a couple of breaths and said, "Fine. I'll deal with the intelligence problem. You organize every man in the mercenary corps and have them ready to move at any time. The moment we get the information, we act. I want Pandora's Box in my hands immediately."
"Yes, Boss. There won't be another mistake," Allen said at once.
After MI6 obtained the Crystal Ball, they immediately organized personnel to decipher it. A famous person had once said that the thirst for knowledge and curiosity were eternal, unchanging traits of humanity.
MI6 had not yet decided whether they truly intended to search for Pandora's Box, but once the Crystal Ball was in their possession, the director immediately signed the order to crack its code.
MI6 had the most professional equipment. After more than ten experiments over five days, the Crystal Ball finally lit up when they struck