undercover
Milo couldn't escape; the "they" that Jesse mentioned still came.
Being invited for a talk was to be expected, but the location was on the first floor of a shopping mall in the city center, a bustling place.
Two plainclothes police officers showed their badges, with four metallic letters on them.
SNOB. Skynet Operations Agency.
"We checked your information before we came, so let's be honest with each other in what we're about to say."
“I know,” Milo nodded honestly. “You were the ones who followed me at the Cathedral Bar before, right?”
The two plainclothes officers exchanged a glance and tacitly agreed.
“You grew up in the Wanyang Orphanage and received funding from the Dale Group until six years ago when Miles became your one-on-one sponsor for college… Mr. Milo, would you mind talking about your relationship with Miles?”
“Oh, he gives me money, and I sleep with him,” Milo said frankly. “You can just write it as a sugar daddy relationship.”
This shameless tone made the other person feel like they had a fishbone stuck in their throat: "Does Jesse know about this?"
Milo shook his head and asked in return, "Will you tell him?"
“Our conversation is absolutely confidential.” The officer’s lips curled down slightly. “Mr. Milo, I think it’s necessary to clarify one point for you first: the Skynet Operations Bureau and the Lanman Federal Investigation Bureau never cooperate. We are an independent agency, not under the command of the Federal Police, let alone local police officers, so you can rest assured.”
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"Mr. Milo, have you had plastic surgery?"
“Hmm.” Milo smiled. “If I hadn’t had the surgery, you wouldn’t have come to me, would you?”
"Are you intentionally getting plastic surgery to look like Theo Green?"
Milo shook his head slightly: "What Theo Green? I don't know him."
"Logically speaking, you grew up in Wanyang and didn't come to Wudonggang until college. In all these years, haven't you ever heard of the Mist Forest Medical Association? Haven't you ever heard of Xiao Green?"
“There are so many famous people, do I have to remember them all?” Milo sighed. “I think you should ask my plastic surgeon back then, ask him where he stole the plastic surgery template from, made me look like a dead person, and made me have bad luck ever since.”
The other party replied, "We've looked for him, but strangely, this plastic surgeon and his family immigrated, and we haven't heard from him since."
Milo gaped, indignantly exclaiming, "Is that so?"
Seeing Milo's reaction, the two exchanged glances, and one of them earnestly pulled out a stack of photos from a file folder and laid them out on the coffee table in front of Milo.
As I scanned the images, I saw plane wreckage, charred corpses, the ruins of houses burned by fire, dilapidated cargo ships, rotting corpses with large stitches sewn into their bellies, and organs frozen in sealed containers.
“Mr. Milo, you’ve been to the hilltop villa, informed Jesse, and have a personal relationship with Miles, so you should know that we’re about to discuss a heinous cross-border organ trafficking case.”
Milo sat up straight, showing the right attitude, and readily agreed to cooperate.
"Six years ago, the black market for organs in Wanyang suddenly became rampant, with a large number of empty corpses appearing. After investigation, we identified Wusen Medical as the culprit. However, on the eve of the arrest, the chairman, Richard Green, and his family died in a plane crash, their house burned down, and no one survived. After Richard Green's death, his family friends Tate Dale and Bobby Thornton moved their business to Wudong Port City, and their business has flourished for the past six years. But then, the black market for organs also emerged in Wudong Port. To say that these two companies are clean, even an outsider like Mr. Milo wouldn't believe it, right?"
Milo propped his head up, seemingly having thought about it seriously, and nodded.
"According to our investigation, Bobby Thornton's family group is facing a serious financial crisis. In principle, this should have been investigated by the local police department, but unfortunately, as you have seen, they are too inefficient and have been unable to find any solid evidence. And all of this is thanks to that rye."
"He came to Wudong Port a year ago and worked for the Dale Group, cutting off the surveillance network we had painstakingly built over the years. We suspect he is a special agent trained by foreign forces, a key malignant tumor specifically used to build cross-border organ trafficking networks."
“We have now confirmed that Lianhua Machinery of the Thornton Group is involved in organized crime, but we are still unsure about the Dale Group, and that Black Rye is even more difficult to catch. His only weakness is his obsession with Richard Green's son, Theo Green. Although it is strange, the only way to get close to Black Rye is to place a double undercover. And getting close to Black Rye means we can uncover that foreign force and find out whether the Dale Group is clean or not.”
After hearing this, Milo propped his head up and asked, "Just tell me, what do you need me to do?"
“Mr. Milo, would you be willing to go undercover for us? Not just undercover in Rye, but also infiltrate Long Jinrongjian.”
"You think so highly of me?" Milo laughed. "Aren't you afraid I'll just sell you off to someone from the Dale or Thornton family?"
“Mr. Milo, please believe me, we don’t just hire anyone.” The other person’s tone was firm. “Perhaps you are not entirely trustworthy, but as long as it’s an opportunity, we must seize it. The risk is worthwhile.”
"That's well said, but what if I get killed?" Milo pursed his lips.
Silence fell on the other end of the line. After a long while, one of the officers spoke up: "Mr. Milo, you should understand one thing: cooperating with Skynet Operations will benefit you more. After all, there's no one in Lanman who can provide you with better security than us. Rye has already approached you, hasn't it?"
Milo remained silent.
The other person's voice became clearer and clearer in the noisy shopping mall.
"More importantly, we don't advocate black and white thinking. If necessary, we can even tolerate your transgressions, after all, mutual benefit is the way to go. I think Officer Jesse, who is on good terms with Mr. Milo, and his police department would absolutely never do that."
Seeing a change in Milo's expression, the agent who had spoken asked at the opportune moment, "So, Mr. Milo, are you willing?"
*
Milo pushed open the mall door, and Miles called, asking him to go to Dale Group for a job interview.
Milo suddenly remembered that he had asked for a "gift" in Miles' bed a week ago.
But Miles wasn't a foolish ruler; he wasn't blinded by lust. He only said that "benefits" were possible, but they couldn't be given too much.
Although it was just a very minor entry-level position, Milo had a good attitude. After carefully calculating his commuting expenses, he decided to bravely venture into the workplace by standing on the subway for an hour.
The Dale Group comprises three buildings, with the main company, Longjin Financial Health, located in the center, very close to Miles' own company.
Miles himself was involved in two separate projects, and in the entire Lanman region, no one was as successful as him.
The receptionist pointed him in the right direction and said that Mr. Dale was not in the company today.
Milo found the place: the 38th floor of the financial building, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a wide view.
There were quite a few people applying for the job. Milo sat in the waiting room with several neatly dressed people. Milo's extremely casual appearance was really eye-catching.
A girl with a distinctly student-like appearance smiled warmly at Milo, her tear troughs and dark circles barely concealed by foundation. She greeted him wearily and nervously, "Are you also in the fifth round of interviews?"
Milo didn't know how to answer, so he just nodded.
"Only two have gone in yet, we still have a long wait. Do you have any food?" Seeing Milo shake her head, the girl took out a bag of bread from her backpack and handed it to Milo. "You can fill your stomach."
Milo accepted it with some surprise.
The girl returned to her own world, her lips moving as if she were still rehearsing. She explained to Milo apologetically, "Today is the final interview, and I feel like I'm not very well prepared."
Milo looked toward the conference room, stared blankly for a moment, and then suddenly said softly, "Never think that you are bad at anything."
The girl was slightly taken aback, but then she saw Milo get up and walk out.
In the bathroom, Milo rubbed his hands together as if they could never be clean.
Behind every instance of a power abuse, there are always others who become stepping stones, while those stones foolishly believe they haven't stood high enough or polished enough. Those who sit at the table and feast never think they've committed a crime, but when they actually witness a slaughter, they can't eat anymore.
Milo was momentarily unsure whether his actions were feigned kindness or foolish weakness.
That decision was incredibly difficult for him. After all, getting the "benefits" he truly needed from Miles without arousing his suspicion wasn't easy. If he missed this chance, he didn't know how much he'd have to pay to ask again next time.
With a buzzing sound, Milo looked down and saw that Blaze had sent him a message.
It's a photograph.
His little shop, which was smashed, is making impressive progress; it can finally be reopened.
Since their last parting at the Church of St. Bar, Blaze seemed unfazed, occasionally bothering him and sometimes even sending him a photo of the supervisor when the mood struck.
He wasn't embarrassed, so Milo naturally had even less reason to be, and immediately replied with a bowing and thank-you emoji.
I don't reply with text because I'm afraid he won't understand.
Milo thought that although Blaise was smart, his actual level of education was probably not high, at most elementary school level. His text messages were incoherent, his punctuation was misused, and most importantly, the combined messages had a naturally creepy feel to them.
Milo was a little disgusted and felt a bit uneasy.
As Milo stepped out of the office, a bespectacled junior employee blocked his way, saying hurriedly, "Hey, hey, I'm talking to you. You're the new guy, right? Why aren't you wearing your name tag? Take this to the conference room. Mr. Dale is waiting for it. It's room 402, don't go to the wrong one."
A barrage of orders came crashing down on him. Milo wanted to throw the documents down and walk away, but the man's address of "Mr. Dale" made him stop in his tracks.
Miles didn't come, did he? And where is Mr. Dale?
Milo's heart skipped a beat.
He suddenly remembered the scene he saw when he entered the room.
This floor of the office building seems to be divided into two areas: one is serious and old-fashioned, while the other is much more casual, even... a bit too casual.
Milo inexplicably flipped to a page in the folder, which contained information about the acquisition of the underground shops of the New Street Tribe.
New Street, that sounds familiar. Yes, it's the shop that Blaze smashed up, the one that originally belonged to Steven.
Miles said that Blaise and he share the same father...
If that's the case, could there be another "Mr. Dale" in a family business who keeps a secret?
Milo suddenly remembered the old man who had challenged Miles at the funeral hall, shouting, "Even if Dragon Gold is surnamed Dale, it might not fall into Miles' hands." At this moment, the words suddenly resurfaced in his mind, exceptionally clear.
No wonder Miles said Blaise was "a problem," perhaps because he was going to take over his family business?
An illegitimate son who has the bloodline of the Dale family in Wudong Port and can facilitate cross-border business, although his identity is kept a closely guarded secret, sounds very competitive.
Milo closed the file, turned around, and walked calmly into the office area across the street.
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