Nightmare
Li Bai had not deliberately lowered his voice while speaking.
A "familiar face" immediately drew the attention of many people.
"Doctor Li, did you say a familiar face? You know these people?"
Barry Bussman found it hard to believe.
Europe was close, Asia was far away. Whether a Huaxia doctor went to Europe or Africa, the geographical distance was more than ten thousand li.
In this vast sea of humanity, getting to know one another was never easy.
"Who is it? Who's raising these monsters?"
Everin Borg and the other senior warriors exchanged bewildered looks.
Ever since monsters like the "Armored Nightmare" had appeared on the African Continent, they had committed countless atrocities. Whether massacring people or preying on them, they had practically committed unforgivable crimes. Saying that everyone wanted them beaten was putting it mildly; everyone wanting them dead was the proper response.
If they had not been so universally hated, Michael Defense Contractors would not have entered the picture at this point, trying to take a share of the profits.
"The French Moller Institute. It can't be anything else!"
Li Bai recognized the unique LOGO on the uniforms, work permits, and many of the livestock.
It was not a brand trademark, but one of the company's visual identity symbols. It was the exclusive, unique LOGO of the Moller Institute, a partner funded by the Lihai'er Conglomerate.
"Mr. Bussman, investigate this immediately!"
Schulman finally began taking the matter seriously.
As long as they found the right direction, they might be able to follow the trail and uncover even more.
"Yes, sir!"
Barry Bussman, deputy general manager of Michael Defense Contractors, nodded. They really did need to investigate the name reported by the Huaxia man.
This was the most valuable lead they had at present.
"I'll ask first!"
Li