In the Ice Age Apocalypse, I Hoarded Billions of Supplies Chapter 966: The Difficulty of Advancement

Hermit Boone's communication signal had been cut off. Inside the temporary command center of the entire Columbian Navy, red alarm lights echoed through the conference room, urgent and heart-accelerating. This was an emergency alert, which would only sound when something major happened. An officer hurried over and said to the head of operations, General Horn: "General, the communication signal…