In a villa in San Francisco, Toran Kovo was being scolded like a grandson at this moment.
"Kovo, do you remember what you told me before? You told me no one ran away, that the damn glass container opened on its own! And what's the result? What's happening now? Why did someone jump out on their own? If you can't handle this, I'm going to have to deal with you myself!"
At this moment, Toran Kovo actually felt somewhat wronged.
The FBI informant had given him the investigation records from there; the identity of every person was checked, matching the information he had in hand.
At least according to the laboratory data he controlled, every recorded individual had died inside.
He didn't even know where this Pachy Leo had come from.
