"Weren't those chips already destroyed by the military?" Ren Bonian countered, recalling that after the members of G8 had been captured and killed, the Wisdom Chips implanted in their bodies had been removed.
"The most crucial one remains unaccounted for, the chip in Ling's brain, and it still hasn't been found," Saint Father David's fingers traced the long, thin line between his eyebrows, sliding down—the Wisdom Chip he had personally implanted in Ding Ling's brain.
"That chip, does it really contain the nuclear warhead launch data?" Ren Bonian thought of Xia You, whom he had met that night. Her eyes were clear and bright, and she was always polite and well-mannered in her interactions with others.
