"Yeah, there's not even a body. Could they have gone underground..."
A few mercenaries, panting heavily, reported to Cohen.
Cohen shot the last pursuing armed robotic dog, his eyes gloomy. With just one glance, all the mercenaries felt a chill down their spines.
They knew Cohen was truly angry this time!
And rightly so.
The nuclear device that was almost in their grasp was snatched right under their noses, and they were chased around by a few robots.
If news got out, it would surely be the laughingstock among peers.
"Crocodile, go find me the serial number of the robotic dog. I want to know who exactly these were sold to!"
"Yes, boss!"
Upon receiving the order, Crocodile immediately ran over to the armed robotic dog that had been reduced to scrap metal, selecting from the mainboard or component numbers inside.
Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, he couldn't find a single complete number.
"Boss, it seems the numbers have been tampered with!"
"Oh?"
