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"I need assistance..."
Clutching the cell phone in his hand, Colin heard not a human voice on the other end, but an electronic synthesized one.
He hadn't used any shielding, so despite the very low volume of the sound coming from the phone...
the group behind him, all far more perceptive than ordinary people, could hear it clearly.
Especially the white squad leader, who upon hearing his own message, edited by consciousness, couldn't stop his pupils from violently shaking.
He had reported upward, how could it be that the other party had answered the call?
For him, the situation was akin to encountering evil forces while stepping outside, secretly calling the police, only to have the phone of the robber ring.
What was left was just embarrassment...
Immediately, he couldn't help but wonder if the incredibly strong ally had been killed?
But he quickly dismissed the thought.
