Chapter 92: Quantity
"Are there any preliminary results? Pretty soon, go ahead." James said as he listened to Greg's report behind the desk. Hearing James' response, Greg nodded and spoke.
"Yes, in Brandon's house, we found a destroyed altar with the meaning of "cup", some bloodstains and small parts of human tissue. In the bathroom, we found a small amount of cup drug residue, which was identified as lust powder. In the trash can, we found several nightclub business cards. Based on the business cards, we found the nightclubs in the downtown area. After verification, we found that Brandon used to frequent those nightclubs, but he hasn't been to those places since half a year ago. It is said that he fell in love after meeting a woman."
"woman?"
"Well, after a more careful investigation, we found that the woman was a prostitute. It was rumored that she could use special means to make men crazy and unable to leave her. As a prostitute, she stole the business of brothels. Some people wanted to teach her a lesson, but they found that she had a backer who was not easy to mess with. Based on the intelligence, we raided the woman's home and found that she had died in the bathroom. There were a lot of cups of medicine hidden in the house.
"From previous cases, she should be a bait arranged by the Holy Communion to attract members. She recruited followers for the Holy Communion by means of seduction and corruption. Later, we captured a wounded member of the Holy Communion at the dock and successfully identified the identity of that woman.
"Based on the comprehensive investigation, we believe that Brandon was probably targeted by the baits that the Holy Communion had planted in those places because of his personality. He was then controlled and corrupted by the cup drug, and in the process, his identity was revealed, and he was finally discovered and used by the Holy Communion."
Greg was silent after he finished speaking, and James sighed and spoke after a pause.
"Alas... People who cannot control their desires are easily corrupted by the 'Cup'. We need to pay more attention to problems in these areas in the future..." James said, then his expression changed and he spoke again.
"By the way, what about the organization called Rosicrucian?"
"This is completely unsolved. We have looked for the owner of the flower shop and searched the banks of the Tieni River, but we have not found any clues. The organization is still a complete mystery. The intelligence we have is too little."
With a serious expression, Greg spoke to James, and James frowned when he heard his words.
"Rosicrucian... I have been the director for so many years, but I have never heard of the name of this society. What is their purpose... to help us target the Holy Communion Society?"
"I don't know, but the single man who cleared out the Rosicrucian members in the Holy Communion base once said before he left that the Holy Communion we see is just a superficial appearance. Beneath the surface, there are more secretive and deeper things hidden, and they come for these things that we can't see yet." Greg said, recalling the conversation on the rooftop of Buck's house. James frowned even deeper as he listened to Greg's words.
"I came here for something more secret and deep..."
James said in a low voice with a serious expression. Looking at James' expression, Greg asked.
"Mr. James, have you thought of anything?"
"Um... no, nothing. Thank you for your hard work, Greg. I am very satisfied with your work today. I know you still have a lot of things to do, so let's stop here for now.
"First, focus your energy on the Holy Communion. Although they suffered heavy losses today, this is the time to further wipe out their remaining forces in the city. Be careful and prevent a counterattack. As for that Rosicrucian... Although it has not shown any harm so far, the opponent's strength should not be underestimated. Since the current situation is not strong, we need to be more vigilant. We can't let our guard down just because we have been given intelligence a few times."
"Yes, Mr. James!"
After saying that, Greg walked out of the director's office. James sat in his seat with a still thoughtful expression.
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At night in Igwynt, somewhere in an intricately carpeted and exquisitely decorated room, it was dark. Only a few candles burning on tall candlesticks provided faint illumination for the space.
In the center of the room, between two tall candlesticks, there was a chair with a figure sitting on it, and behind the chair, kneeling on one knee was a man covered in blood.
"Teacher... I failed to lead the club well, causing heavy losses. All my hard work over the years has gone to waste. I am ashamed of your guidance."
Kneeling on the carpet, Buck spoke sincerely to the figure with his back to him, and the figure responded with a slightly old voice after being silent for a while.
"It's okay. I know you encountered an unexpected situation that you couldn't handle. I didn't expect that there would be other forces intervening in Igwinter."
Hearing the tolerant tone of the figure in front of him, Buck was slightly stunned, then spoke.
"Well... although there were unexpected factors, it was all due to my incompetence. If I had been more careful, I wouldn't have suffered such a huge loss today."
"Haha... You don't need to take responsibility for yourself. It's up to people to plan things, but it's up to the gods to decide whether things will be accomplished. I think your plan is very good. If I were there, I would probably ask you to do the same."
Letting out a slight chuckle, the figure known as the mentor said from behind. Buck couldn't help but be stunned when he heard these words.
"This... Teacher... The club suffered such a huge loss today, don't you blame me?"
"Blame? I was the one who suddenly left the club to you guys. If you want to talk about responsibility, I must be the first one to bear it. How could I push the responsibility that should belong to me onto you?"
The figure behind him continued to speak, as if he was a little confused by his mentor's tolerance and generosity. Buck was stunned for a while before he spoke with gratitude.
"Thank you very much, instructor, for your tolerance. I will definitely work hard to revive the club and avenge what happened today!"
"Hehe... there's no need to revive it. The history of the Red Holy Communion will end today..."
Buck had just finished speaking excitedly, and then the figure behind him smiled and said something that shocked Buck.
"What... Master... what did you say? The history of the Holy Communion... up to this day?"
Buck looked stunned and murmured in disbelief, while the figure behind him continued to answer.
"Yeah... I may not have explained it clearly to you before. What is the purpose of my founding the Crimson Holy Communion? Now I'll tell you more. I founded this society... The reason is actually to collect spirituality and materials for my promotion. I was hunted by difficult guys before, and it was often inconvenient for me to do it myself, so I found an inconspicuous place in Igwinter to establish a society to prepare for my promotion..."
The figure behind him continued to speak slowly, and the more Buck listened to his words, the more shocked he became.
"You, you mean that the club was established not to lead us to taste the supreme taste as you said before, but to be a tool for your promotion..."
"Yes, thanks to your hard work over the years, I am now just a little bit away from my promotion. The extraordinary resources I need after my promotion are no longer something that Igwen County can provide, so the Holy Communion is no longer necessary. I will leave Igwent after my promotion. For me, it is best for the Holy Communion to be destroyed at this time."
The figure continued to speak calmly, and Buck stared with his mouth wide open for a long time before continuing slowly.
"You are leaving Igwinter... So... you asked Bill to bring me here, are you going to take me away with you?"
"Haha, no no no... You misunderstood Buck again. I just said that I am still a little short of my promotion preparation, and this little short includes...
"About two Thirsty Man servings, 'cup'."
As soon as the figure finished speaking, Buck felt a chill in his chest before he could even open his mouth in surprise. He stared down with wide eyes and saw a sharp blade piercing through his heart.
"tutor……"
Buck fell forward with his eyes wide open, spitting blood, while Bill, who was standing behind him, drew out his bloody cane sword, took two steps forward, and handed it respectfully to the figure in front.
The figure took the staff sword, and then stroked the red gem on it.
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