Baron Cartago.
Like Baron Trish, he belonged to the Imperial Household Agency, which answered directly to the emperor, and he was also the captain of the Cartago Team.
He and Baron Trish's teams had been assigned to carry out this bait operation.
But because Baron Trish had been so eager to claim the credit, he had not only failed to draw out their real target, but had also lost his own life.
Cartago couldn't care less whether his colleague lived or died, but they had been ordered to "cooperate." If one side failed, the other would inevitably be implicated to some extent.
At that moment, Baron Cartago was silently cursing his fallen "comrade" over and over.
Looking at the collapsed Tower of Babel, he asked the subordinate beside him:
"Are the entrances and exits under surveillance? Have you spotted the target?"
"We stationed observers at every exit, but a red Knightmare killed the personnel at the southern exit. We lost track of that Mecha afterward."
"Tch! Those damned terrorists!"
There was no need to think about it. The pilot of the red Mecha had to be a member of the Black Knights.
In other words, those remnants had already broken through the encirclement.
"What about the bait? Have you found any trace of him?"
"The military rescued the bait. Unless something unexpected happens, they'll send him to a hospital or take him straight back to Ashford."
"Just him?"
"Yes."
How convenient. He just happened to get separated from his "younger brother" at a time like this.
Baron Cartago's face darkened. Anyone could see his anger.
Just then, his phone rang.
The moment he saw the caller's number, he shuddered. The gloom vanished from his face, immediately replaced by a respectful expression:
"Yes."
"Yes, understood."
"Yes, my lord!"