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Communication with the other world has been cut off for thirty-six hours.
Standing before the officer was none other than the Ambassador himself, in formal attire. Ambassador Liao was flipping through electronic documents in his hand, intermittently inquiring about the progress of the incident.
"How's the questioning going?"
"We've gotten some information, but on key issues, the other party always hesitates."
"Have you figured out their origin?"
The two were in a hall, clearly not alone; people were continuously entering through eight corridors in the hall—mostly military personnel, and also staff from various countries stationed at the Stargate Port. People were looking up, through the A-4 alloy framework and glass dome, at the giant ring outside, flickering with changes.
But the officer didn't avert his gaze, continuing to answer the previous question:
"From the data we received, both parents are Invokers."
"Are there files on them?"
