"Strange. Why can't any of these serial numbers be activated?"
Inside Commander Garcia's office.
Looking at Eno Kamal, who stood rooted to the spot and barely moved at all, Garcia could not help frowning slightly.
He had clearly already recited every Atlantic Federation activation identification code, so why was there still no reaction from the other party?
According to the records, when they were in the laboratory, Eno Kamal and the other special Coordinators in his batch each had two military identification codes.
One was the one on the surface, the identification code belonging to the Eurasian Federation; once activated, it would awaken the subject from his memories.
The second was hidden, belonging to Blue Cosmos—in other words, the Atlantic Federation's identification code.
But now he had read through every usable identification code, and the other party still had not reacted at all.
"Could something have been missed back then?"
The adjutant at the side had also noticed the problem.
"Missed—"
Garcia looked at the document in his hand and fell into thought.
What the adjutant said was not impossible. After all, Steele Able had carried out a data purge at the time.
Combined with Steele Able's status and authority, it was not impossible that Eurasian Federation agents had missed key information when they later gathered data.
But in that case, did that not mean he had no way to prove the fact that "Eno Kamal had an Atlantic Federation identity"?
And once he could not do that, then whether it was for Steele Able, or for Steele Able's enemies, this video of his would have a hard time achieving the goal he wanted.
If so, did that not mean he could only lean toward Steele Able's side?
And while the two were talking, Eno Kamal, opposite them, had fallen