newbobooks Chapter 204: The Agent, a Good Person
Chapter 204: The Agent, a Good Person
Master, you have left your mark on my spirit!
When he realized this, Gibson was excited, very excited.
In order to suppress the pleasure that surged up in his cerebral cortex, he had to bite the soft flesh in his mouth hard to remind himself to relax.
But the effect...
Xila's small figure nimbly flashed before him, blocking Fūya Rei's path. His blue cat-like eyes stared blankly at Gibson, the blade hidden in his sleeve revealing its sharp, piercing tip, a flash of cold light.
Researcher, grinning like a hyena.
No, not even hyenas are as excited as he is when they see carrion.
The little blonde girl rubbed the blade, without a trace of murderous intent in her eyes.
But Gibson, who was stared at by her, knew that as long as Lord Romani gave the order, the Angel of Death would be beside him in the next moment, and the blade as thin as a cicada's wing would cut his throat and end his life.
Gibson coughed lightly, then wisely suppressed all his emotions and stopped laughing.
He said politely, "Do you have any other instructions?"
Fūya Ling put his hand gently on Xila's shoulder, chuckled softly, and said in a soft and soothing voice, "Relax, Xila, Gibson-kun won't do anything bad to me."
Xila did not respond. She lowered her eyes slightly, took two steps back, and stood beside her father, on guard.
Fūya Ling raised his eyes to look at Gibson, his eyes curved, as shimmering and distant as a flower in a mirror and a moon in water: "I don't have anything else for you to do, Gibson-kun. I wish you good luck in your military career!"
He took Xila's hand and walked to a car not far away and sat down. Gibson's subordinates were very tactful and sat in the driver's seat and drove away.
Gibson watched the car drive away, and his heart, which he had just forced himself to calm down, began to beat wildly without any intentional suppression.
He licked his back teeth over and over again and thought, this is the feeling, this is the excitement, this is the feeling that no one else can give him.
Only Master Romani!
Gibson walked into the human traffickers' base with a creepy smile on his face, and then the sounds of fighting and screams were heard from inside.
While Rei Furugaya and Silas were in the car and had not yet left the Bronx, they received a reply from Gibson on their phones.
He glanced at the FBI police car passing by outside the car window, slowly opened his cell phone and took a look. It was a message from Gibson.
[Master, the Schindler family has been covering up for this kidnapping, deception, and robbery ring. Their current target is the same person who offered the bounty on you.]
The corner of Fūya Rei's mouth curled up. Since it was the same goal, it would be simple.
He searched for information about the Schindler family and his eyes fell on a line of invitations.
'The Schindler Theatre opens on December 12th and we invite you to enjoy it.'
Six days later?
By then he had almost recovered and was able to go see Shiho.
He pondered for a moment, and somehow, an electronic invitation from the theater troupe was delivered to his mailbox.
"Xila, come with me to meet someone in six days." Fūya Ling asked in an inquiring tone.
Xila responded expressionlessly: "Yes, father."
Father goes to see it in person?
Do you take it so seriously?
A hint of murderous intent flashed across her eyes.
She is her father's only weapon. If someone else takes her place...
——When the time comes, we’ll just strike first.
He thought for a moment, then dialed a number. When the person on the other end of the phone answered, he introduced himself: "I'm the agent."
The other party didn't say anything, and he didn't say anything either, as if he was sure that the other party knew who the "agent" was.
Soon the other party couldn't hold back any longer: "Mr. Agent, you called me, what's the matter?"
The man's tone was stiff and unkind, giving off a sense of indifference from someone in a high position of power.
Furuya Rei leaned back against the soft chair and said in a softer voice, "Good day, Mr. Schindler. I apologize for disturbing you."
His attitude was very humble, and the person on the other end also maintained due courtesy and grace, not hanging up the phone directly: "Let's get straight to the point, sir. I don't think we've ever had any contact before."
Despite his rudeness, Rei Furuya didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled even more happily. "Mr. Schindler, I'm sure everyone is very concerned about the recent movements of the FBI. I happen to have some intelligence that you might need."
On the other end of the phone, Eisen, one of the heirs of the Schindler family, was very confused and asked directly, "Are you selling information to me?"
"I'm actually interested in the whereabouts of the FBI's hounds. Make an offer."
During the time when Professor Crime disappeared, the Agent was a rising star in the other world. He was also somewhat famous internationally and was known for the accuracy of his intelligence.
Since the authenticity of the intelligence cannot be guaranteed, something must be paid to obtain it. It is impossible that this agent is a kind-hearted person who spreads intelligence everywhere without asking for anything in return, right?
Fūya Rei looked bored, but he said, "Mr. Schindler, I once had a deal with Mr. Tennessee from the Crows Organization and I owe him a favor."
"A few days ago, I heard that Mr. Tennessee had a bounty on the dark web."
Eisen's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly had a bad feeling: "...Could that person be from my family?"
Fūya Ling smiled: "He is from your family. I heard that he is your cousin."
Essen: A cauldron falls from the sky!
He now wanted to beat to death that cousin who always caused trouble for him. He even dared to mess with people from the organization. He was really courting death.
Few of these big capitalists have not heard of the Crow Organization. That international organization covers a wide range. Although it is not a mafia and its nature is not yakuza, it has its own legion.
Legend has it that the Middle East is where the organization's legion is stationed, and many of the organization's talents are also trained there.
The one in charge of the legion is none other than the retainer of the organization's boss.
He learned this information by accident. In order to save their lives from the organization's killers who came to silence them, the Schindler family chose to cooperate with that gentleman superficially and openly operated several industries for the organization, which was considered one of the white gloves of the Crow Organization.
No one knew about this matter except his father, him, the person involved, and the gentleman who organized it.
Anyone who has dealt with the organization knows that it is extremely difficult to deal with. If it were just a business matter, the Schindler family would not fear anyone.
Unfortunately, the organization is backed by numerous chaebols and politicians. Some have become elders, some have invested in it as shareholders, and some simply want to get a piece of the pie from the research results...
To provoke that organization is like stirring up a hornet's nest.
A hint of relief flashed across Eisen's face. Fortunately, the agent told him about this matter and used the information he was interested in in exchange for him getting rid of his cousin to repay Tennessee's favor.
Is the agent doing business?
This is clearly taking over the feud between Schindler and the organization and saving his life from Tennessee.
The agent is such a kind person.
Eisen couldn't wait to say, "I agree to the deal."