Lune took the candy Jonathan handed him, and casually tore open the wrapper to reveal a transparent little sphere inside.
This strongly mint-flavored candy was rarely liked by anyone.
They had originally used them to stay alert during nighttime missions.
As time passed, they began to carry them around.
It wasn’t a matter of liking them, just a habit.
At this moment, the motion of Lune putting the candy into his mouth halted midair upon hearing Jonathan’s words.
He looked at his old partner with a strange expression, as if to say, "Are you joking with me?"
"Jonathan, jokes and the like just don’t suit you. How is that supposed to be good news?"
He popped the mint candy into his mouth and said:
"The issues in New York City are now being handled by that kid Strange. Honestly, I’m not very confident in him; he’s always wanted to rename the Hurricane Bureau to ’Gale Bureau.’"
Lune felt the stimulating taste in his mouth, and it somewhat invigorated him.
"Look, ’Gale Bureau’? What kind of name is that? It’s like something out of a third-rate sci-fi movie’s villain organization. Do you think we are that kind of place?"
Jonathan, seeing him bring up this issue again, couldn’t help but pat his shoulder and said:
"Come on, Lune, Strange is just the deputy director. You’re the director. The name of the Hurricane Bureau won’t change."
"Also, let’s put the affairs of New York City aside for now and leave them to Strange to handle. Now you need to focus on the Pacific Ocean. This place is the most important right now."
Upon hearing this, Lune sighed, slumped into his chair, and remained silent.
His heart was very weary. There was still no clue about the mutant beast issue, and now there were problems emerging in the Pacific Ocean.
According to the intelligence they had received, the entire Seventh Fleet stationed on the mysterious island had lost contact.
Normally, the fleet would regularly communicate with allied forces outside the chaotic magnetic field to report the situation on the island.
But now, half a month had passed without any news from there.
The specific cause was unknown to them.
It could be that the messenger was attacked by a sea monster en route, or perhaps they had really encountered trouble.
"What kind of trouble could it be that they can’t even send back a message?"
Lune had pondered this question more than once.
Now the only useful piece of information was the Seventh Fleet had once reported that, in the center of the mysterious island, they had discovered an energy shield, suspected to contain alien technology beyond human civilization.
When this message was received, everyone was extraordinarily excited.
A string of plans targeting that location was drafted after continuous meetings that lasted 18 hours.
As the director of the Hurricane Bureau, Lune naturally attended that meeting.
Even the final plan that was implemented was one of many proposals he had suggested.
However, to everyone’s surprise, although the plan was approved and the orders were sent out, the Seventh Fleet then lost contact.
Lune felt like swearing a thousand times right now.
The problem with the mutant beasts in New York City remained unsolved, and new issues had arisen in the Pacific Ocean.
Additionally, with occasional unusual incidents being reported from various places, he even felt a suffocating sensation.
Lune now suddenly understood why his counterpart in the movies so desperately wanted to assemble a super hero team.
Wasn’t he himself in the same situation?
If he could also have a team of Transcendents at his disposal right now, wouldn’t many problems be handled much more easily?
Unfortunately, despite the frequent unusual incidents on Water Blue Star, no Transcendents had appeared among humans.
That so-called Extraordinary Team was just wishful thinking.
Lune shook his head, feeling somewhat helpless. Thinking about these matters was of no use right now.
The immediate task was still to investigate the events that had occurred on the mysterious island.
As the helicopter flew, everyone had already left the waters near Hawaii and was moving deeper into the central part of the Pacific Ocean.
In a certain location on the western side of the central Pacific Ocean.
Three fleets were arrayed in an arc on the surface of the sea, hundreds of steel ships standing like fortresses.
In front of them was a man-made demarcation line.
Its purpose was to prevent ships from accidentally crossing the boundary and entering the area known as "Restricted Area."
Not only them, but all around the Gate of Hell with Rebirth Island at its center, various countries’ fleets had surrounded it.
Everyone was not only exploring some secrets inside the island but also preparing for crises that could arise at any time.
After all, the situation inside was uncertain.
Should any strange creatures emerge, they would be able to intercept them immediately.
In America, outside the demarcation line, on an aircraft carrier of the Ninth Fleet...
This was a Constantine-class nuclear-powered aircraft carrier called the Goodrion, 399 meters in length and with a displacement of 120,000 tonnes; it was the largest aircraft carrier existing today.
At that moment, seven men stood on the deck, their gazes fixed on the sky as if they were waiting for something.
"Commander Comlan, the wind is strong outside today; how about you head back to the bridge first? We’ll bring the people from the Hurricane Bureau over to you in a while?"