112: This feeling is really good.

He swallowed with difficulty, then added.

"But... Comrade General Secretary, this is too strange!"

"All our missiles are in silos or on mobile platforms. How could they end up in the Saterians' desert? This is illogical!"

Gorbachev stared at him intently, his gaze sharp enough to pierce him.

He could tell that Yashchev didn't seem to be lying.

So where was the problem?

Could it be a frame-up by Eagleland?

But the photos were so clear, they didn't look fake.

Moreover, the Saterians' globally broadcast launch was witnessed by the entire world!

A terrible thought emerged in Gorbachev's mind.

Smuggling!

On the verge of disintegration, what wouldn't those audacious oligarchs and corrupt military officers in the country dare to sell?

Planes? Tanks? Warships?

Even... nuclear warheads?

At this thought, Gorbachev shivered.

If even a national treasure like the 'satan' could be secretly transported out and sold, then this country was rotten to its core!

"Investigate!"

Gorbachev squeezed out a word through gritted teeth, his eyes becoming incredibly ruthless.

"Yashchev, I give you supreme authority! Use the KGB, use the Ministry of Internal Affairs, use every force you can!"

"Investigate thoroughly! From the armories to the transport lines, and to every missile base! Not a single link can be missed!"

"Even if you have to turn the entire country upside down, you must dig out this damned parasite!"

"Yes! Comrade General Secretary!"

Yashchev straightened his body abruptly and gave a standard military salute.

An unprecedented storm of investigation targeting the military-industrial complex and the military itself erupted within the Russia.

Countless corrupt officials, arms dealers, and smuggling syndicates trembled in this storm.

Meanwhile, Eagleland, the instigator, was completely bewildered after receiving the Russia's firm denial and seeing them begin frantic self-investigation.

It wasn't sold by the Russia?

Then where did this 'satan' come from?

Could the Saterians really build it themselves?

For a time, the world's attention was focused on that mysterious desert.

The 'satan' that fell from the sky became a huge question mark hanging over everyone's heads.

At the same time.

Bolivia, La Paz.

A large motorcade consisting of over a dozen black armored mercedes-benz vehicles, escorted by motorcycle police,

passed unimpeded through the traffic-controlled city center.

The convoy's final destination was a manor located in the city's suburbs.

As the motorcade slowly drove through the manor gates, even the well-traveled Juan couldn't help but gasp.

"Boss... this is too extravagant, isn't it?"

David, sitting in the back seat, put down his tablet and looked out the window.

As far as his eyes could see, there was an endless, neatly manicured giant lawn.

A wide asphalt road snaked into the distance.

On both sides of the road were lush forests and shimmering artificial lakes.

In the distance, one could even see a standard eighteen-hole golf course and a sizable equestrian center.

And at the center of the manor was a magnificent castle exuding classical charm.

According to the information, the former owner of this manor was a notorious drug lord in South America.

The entire manor covered an area of 2.1 million square meters.

In addition to the ancient castle, which was built in the 17th century,

there were also over forty luxury villas of various styles scattered around, each with its own swimming pool and garden.

Now, this was David's lair in South America.

The motorcade stopped in the plaza in front of the castle.

Oliver and Pedro, who had been waiting there, immediately stepped forward and personally opened the car door for David.

"Boss!"

The two bowed in unison, their expressions utterly respectful.

Behind them were a host of high-ranking generals from the national defense army and cabinet members of the provisional government.

Everyone was dressed in crisp uniforms or suits, standing ramrod straight, their eyes filled with awe and fanaticism.

They were all Death Sworn recruited by David using the system, and they held absolute loyalty to him.

"Hmm."

David stepped out of the car, scanned the crowd, and nodded with satisfaction.

He patted Oliver's shoulder.

"You've worked hard, this place is well done."

Oliver's body trembled slightly with excitement.

"It's our honor to serve the boss!"

Pedro, like the most professional real estate agent, introduced from the side.

"Boss, we have thoroughly inspected and renovated this manor. The security system is set up according to the highest military standards."

"The perimeter is patrolled by three battalions, and the internal core area is guarded by our most elite special forces."

"We guarantee that not even a fly can get in."

He pointed to the magnificent castle.

"The interior of the castle has also been redecorated to your liking, and all living facilities are brand new."

"The other forty-odd villas can serve as residences for core members."

David looked around, very satisfied with the environment here.

Money, power, loyal subordinates—this feeling was indeed good.

He waved his hand.

"Alright, don't just stand here, let's go inside and talk."

He strode towards the castle, instructing without looking back.

"Oliver, Pedro, gather everyone in the main conference room."

"I want to hear about the operation of the army and government during my absence."

The main conference room was astonishingly luxurious.

A large oval mahogany table, capable of seating fifty people, was placed in the center.

The tabletop was polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting the huge crystal chandelier on the ceiling, emitting a dazzling light.

Expensive oil paintings hung on the walls, and a soft Persian carpet lay underfoot.

At this moment, both sides of the long table were filled with people.

On one side were the cabinet members of the provisional government, led by Pedro.

On the other side were the high-ranking generals of the national defense army, under Oliver.

Everyone sat upright, backs straight, not daring to breathe loudly.

The entire conference room was filled with oppressive silence.

When David's figure appeared at the doorway, everyone instinctively stood up, their movements perfectly synchronized.

"Boss!"

"All sit down."

David waved his hand casually and walked straight to the main seat to sit down.

He scanned the room, his gaze lingering on each face for a moment before he spoke softly.

"Everyone has worked hard during my absence."

"Today I've called you all here primarily to hear reports on various aspects of work."

"Pedro, you go first. How is the government doing now?"

Pedro quickly stood up, holding a document, but not looking at it, clearly having memorized all its contents.

He bowed slightly, reporting in a tone that was both respectful and excited.

"Boss, the provisional government has now fully taken over all functional departments of the former government."

"The transition of state power has been smooth, and social order is basically stable."

"Internationally, we have gained recognition from over thirty countries, and most countries have adopted a tacit attitude towards us."

"Opposition mainly comes from the United States and several Western countries, but for now, they are only issuing verbal condemnations, with no actual actions."

David nodded, signaling him to continue.

"Most importantly, the economy."

Pedro's expression became serious.

"Boss, as you know, Bolivia is rich in mineral resources, especially lithium, with the largest reserves in the world."

"But in the past, over ninety percent of the mining rights for these minerals were controlled by foreign companies."

"They took the vast majority of the profits, leaving us only with pollution and negligible taxes."