"Who could control a submarine and ensure that launching a nuclear missile wouldn't hurt themselves?"
"A veteran Supernatural Being, someone proficient in illusions or mind control."
"That leaves far too many suspects."
"Wasn't there only one suspect from beginning to end? That villain Clown—everyone saw him drop the nuclear bomb," Gawain said doubtfully.
"No, no. What everyone saw was only Clown's arrogant demeanor and the process of him pressing some launch button, not the whole picture. Clowns themselves represent lies and deception. What does that make you think of?"
"I want to hit you."
"Hahaha, sorry. Keeping people in suspense is an essential skill for a detective. Only then can I control the rhythm of the conversation and draw out the information we want." Dwarf Bobo burst into laughter.
"All right, I get it. There's someone behind Clown." Gawain fell into thought.
Yes, was Clown the only one who launched the nuclear bomb? Who had controlled the Nuclear Submarine and launched it? "Clever. Now let's find the person behind it."
At Dwarf Bobo's words, Gawain suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
He had realized a horrifying fact: after the nuclear explosion, people had merely complained, regretted, and suffered...
Not a single Supernatural Being had truly gone looking for the Backstage Black Hand! Ordinary People lacked the strength; merely staying alive took all their effort. But Supernatural Beings were different. They still had the energy to fight over and spectate Time Power.
This included the powerful Eastern Continent People.
Logically, they should have been the most proactive, because they needed to prevent something similar from happening on their own land.
Yet they had only sent a handful of Drones to search for survivors and let them compete for immigration slots. Most of their efforts had gone toward space migration.
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