newbobooks Chapter 148 Subjugation
Chapter 148 Subjugation
Chapter 148 Subjugation
"Sir, I don't know what you want to say? If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."
Ian Wright knew that Evan's visit was ill-intentioned and prepared to make a quick getaway, while simultaneously putting his hands into the large pockets of his clothes, making it appear as if he were carrying weapons.
"Zeryl Victor Lee is dead."
Evan said something simple that made Ian Wright stop in his tracks.
But he immediately realized what he meant and said, "Sir, I don't know what you're talking about?"
Then they walked outside again.
"I just removed a tooth from his body with my own hands and burned his body."
As he spoke, Evan took a tooth out of his pocket, held it between his thumb and forefinger, and showed it to Ian Wright.
Ian fell completely silent. Mr. Zeril had at least been arrested; otherwise, the tooth would not have fallen into the hands of anyone else, because it contained Zeril's emergency contact information with his superior, which only Zeril and Ian knew.
Seeing Ian Wright standing there without moving forward, Evan knew that he had already believed what he had said, so he gestured for him to follow with his eyes and left the library.
After leaving the library, Ian Wright hesitated for a moment, then took out the information he had found about ironclad warships from his pocket and said:
"This is the last mission Detective Zeryl gave me. I accidentally discovered the documents hidden here by the accountants and technicians of the Pritz Shipyard. There are construction data and some cost data for the Pritz ironclads. I am willing to hand them all over to you, just please let me leave."
Ian Wright couldn't figure out which side the gentleman in front of him belonged to, but regardless of which side he was on, he should want to get his hands on the ironclad warship data, so he wanted to use this data to save his life.
Having long roamed the fringes of society, gathering information for Zeril everywhere, he vaguely knew about the extraordinary. His intuition, stemming from his bloodline, also made him sense the danger posed by the young gentleman before him. Therefore, he no longer hoped to escape and only hoped that this gentleman, who had not yet taken the documents, would let him go.
To his surprise, the gentleman walking ahead merely turned around, glanced at the documents in his hand, chuckled, and then turned back to continue walking forward. Feeling bewildered, he could only stuff the documents back into his pocket.
Evan led Ian Wright into a coffee shop, ordered a coffee, took a sip, and then looked at the uneasy Ian Wright across from him with a smile, saying, "The hidden materials in this library were all arranged by me. They were all fabricated by professionals. It's not surprising that you can't tell."
Evan's words struck Ian like a thunderbolt. He never expected that the top-secret information he had found by chance was all part of a trap set by someone else.
At the same time, he immediately realized that Evan was a member of MI9. Other intelligence agencies were also in a hurry to steal the data on the ironclad ships, so they had no time to set up a trap for the Fussac Empire. Only MI9, which had the home-field advantage and was responsible for protecting the data on the ironclad ships, had the time to create a fake document.
"So, it turns out I'm the one who harmed Mr. Zeryl."
Ian Wright tossed the documents he was carrying onto the table with a wry smile, and said...
Evan smiled, knowing that Ian Wright had misunderstood. He thought he was casting a wide net to catch fish everywhere, but in fact he was fishing with precision.
"You've got it wrong. I discovered Zeril's identity first before devising this fishing plan. And I wasn't even fishing for Zeril; he's not important enough for me to go to such lengths."
Did you know? Yesterday afternoon you told Zeril about the discovery of the ironclad, and he reported it to his superior in the Fursac Empire last night. Today, Intis spies are hunting Zeril down, with absolutely no intention of leaving him alive!
"Was Mr. Zeryl's superior or someone close to him turned by Intis? Was Mr. Zeryl killed by Intis's assassins?"
Ian Wright, as expected of a young agent trained by Zeril since childhood, became Zeril's most important assistant at a young age, managing the entire intelligence network for homeless children in Zeril's place. He immediately guessed who betrayed Zeril and who Evan was trying to catch.
Seeing Ian Wright's quick reaction and the fact that he didn't forget to ask about Zeril's situation at this moment, Evan nodded in satisfaction and looked at him with admiration.
"It wasn't Intis's people who killed him. Since I had a plan, how could I not be on guard against their attempt to kill me to cover it up?"
Furthermore, Zeril was very cooperative after his arrest, so in order to better recruit other agents in the future, we will naturally do our best to ensure his safety.
But he just died, right there at MI9 headquarters, less than an hour ago. I only found the tooth on his body after he died.
Ian Wright was somewhat disappointed. Although Evan had said before that Zeril was dead, he still held a glimmer of hope. Now that the news of his death was truly confirmed, he couldn't help but feel a deep sadness.
After all, he had no parents since childhood, and it was Zeril who raised him. Although Zeril's purpose was not pure and he was just using him, he was still full of gratitude towards Zeril.
Ian Wright, being well-trained, quickly recovered from his grief and looked at Evan, saying:
"Thank you for telling me about Mr. Zeryl, but surely you didn't come here just to tell me this? Is there anything I can do for you?"
Evan admired Ian Wright's intelligence and ability to quickly pick up on the unspoken meaning.
"After Zeryl's death, the intelligence network you control will receive less funding, and many of your underlings will be in danger of going hungry. You don't deny that, do you?"
Ian Wright immediately understood what Evan was planning, but after thinking for a moment, he could only nod helplessly.
Although his younger brother sometimes engaged in petty theft and gathered information for the gang, he didn't earn much money, let alone be able to help other homeless children.
At the same time, he realized that Evan had his eye on the intelligence network of homeless children he led and wanted to recruit him. This was also an opportunity for him. After all, this was Backlund, the capital of the Kingdom of Rune, and MI9 was a real official force. Being accepted by an official organization was something many people dreamed of.
However, Ian Wright still had some reservations and needed to find out the truth.
"Could I know how Mr. Zerrell was killed inside MI9? Who killed Mr. Zerrell?"
Evan sipped his coffee, staring intently at Ian Wright. After a while, he briefly recounted how Zeril had been killed by a terrible sealed artifact of the Fursac Empire, leaving Ian sighing in disbelief.
At the same time, he felt endless sorrow, not only for Zeril being betrayed and killed by the empire he had served all his life, but also for the fact that he never knew what Zeril's true face was.
Composing himself and realizing that Evan and MI9 were not the murderers of Zeryl, Ian Wright solemnly said to Evan:
"I can help you, and I would appreciate it if you could provide us with the necessary funds for development."
"Of course, as Emperor Roselle once said, even an emperor cannot starve his soldiers."
As he spoke, Evan took out a check, wrote one, tore it off, and handed it to Ian Wright.
When Ian Wright took it, he was shocked to find that it contained 500 gold pounds. He had never dealt with more than 100 gold pounds before. This amount far exceeded what Zeril had given him before, and it would allow him to help more homeless children like himself.
"This is your activity fund for six months. If you make outstanding contributions, there will be other rewards."
"Thank you, sir. I will work hard to obtain more intelligence for you."
Ian Wright held the huge sum of money in his hand, his excitement evident.
"This money isn't for free. You need to establish an intelligence network covering the entire Eastern District within three months, so that the entire Eastern District is filled with your ears."
Then they began to crack down on the gangs in the East District, Backlund Bridge District, and the dock area.
Of course, you shouldn't start any work for the next few days. The Intis have failed with Zereil and can't find any information on the Ironclads.
They might be looking for you. Go hide in this safe house for a few days, cut off contact with everyone, and see how things develop before making any further moves.
Ian Wright took the note written by Evan, glanced at the safe house address on it, and then burned it in front of Evan, saying with difficulty:
"Sir, as far as I know, the gangs that have managed to establish themselves in the East District all have powerful figures and wealthy businessmen as their backers—"
Evan gave a dismissive laugh, took another sip of coffee, and said:
"It's not just the powerful and wealthy, but also terrorists from the Southern Continent, evil god organizations, and those directly supported by intelligence agencies from various countries."
Don't be fooled by the poverty of the East District; it's a melting pot of all sorts of people and shouldn't be underestimated.
But don't worry, I'm your backer. My brother is Lord Robert, one of the leaders of the Conservative Party in the Kingdom of Rune.
As for myself, I am a captain in MI9, and I will become a major in a few days. By the end of the year, I should be able to become a colonel, so you don't need to worry.
Moreover, I will not only provide you with official and financial assistance, but I will also guide you into the realm of the extraordinary, enabling you to face those people with ease.
Ian Wright was extremely excited, never expecting to be noticed by someone truly powerful and influential. This reminded him of the many great figures he had read in "The General History of the Northern Continent," who had risen to prominence after being promoted when they were weak. A sense of ambition arose within him, and he solemnly assured Evan:
"I will certainly not let you down."
Evan smiled, nodded in satisfaction, then, as if remembering something, tossed Zeryl's teeth to Ian Wright and said:
"Write down the contact information above; it might come in handy later. Consider this tooth a keepsake for you."