Chapter 775

Nixon had no idea what was happening, but he still keyed his email address into Darius' computer. Darius turned it back around to face him, sighing as he glanced at Nixon and sent the email. Nixon's phone pinged, and he pulled it out with a frown. After reading Darius' email, his expression turned steely. "Where'd you get this from?"

Darius massaged his temples. "I took the photos on the scene." His email to Nixon consisted of images, videos, and descriptions of the black-robed people's organization. It also included information on their experiments, medical research, mission, and origination. Nixon sat on the couch opposite Darius; a heavy silence descended upon the room.

Brandon had been watching them silently this whole time. He wisely chose not to say anything—mostly because he didn't dare make a sound at the grim looks on their faces. He didn't want to offend them and make them take their bad moods out on him. On the other hand, Bruce cocked his head, looking confused.

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