Chapter 46: Seizing CD Operation - Transfer He has never been like this before...
Knock knock knock.
The knocking continued.
Marshall signaled his men to pick up their guns and take up a defensive stance around the door.
Then, holding the gun in one hand, he hung the hotel's security chain and opened the door, leaving a gap four fingers wide.
He didn't rush to look outside, but asked through the door, "Who are you?"
The voice behind the door was a little weak: "I am Jim."
"Jim? Wait, aren't you President Nagaki's bodyguard?"
Marshall was a little surprised, but more alert: "What are you doing here?"
After asking the question, he realized that the other party didn't understand Japanese, so he repeated it in English.
Jim: "I'm here to give this to you."
As he spoke, the blond bodyguard passed a CD through the crack in the door.
Marshall:!
He snatched up the CD.
“How did you get this!”
Jim smiled bitterly: "Maybe you can let me in first, we can discuss this topic..."
Marshall and his subordinates exchanged glances. He waved his hand, signaling them to put away their weapons, and opened the door.
"What happened?" he asked.
Jim took the glass of water poured for him by the person next to him and began to recall.
(All the following is in English.)
"The president asked me to wait in a room next to the office. But as I entered the room, someone ambushed me and knocked me unconscious. When I regained consciousness, the area was filled with thick smoke and extremely hot."
"I tried to open the door, but my hands were tied behind my back and I couldn't move. I tried to open the door with my teeth, but it was locked from the outside as well."
"Just when I thought I was going to die in the smoke, the door suddenly opened."
"A man wearing a gas mask came in, grabbed me and dragged me out."
"I couldn't resist, and I didn't want to choke to death in the thick smoke, so I followed him out."
"He took me to the window, kicked the glass to pieces, and then jumped down holding me."
"I yelled at him, 'Are you crazy?' And he actually laughed and made the same noise I made..."
Jim couldn't help but turn pale when he recalled the scene at that time:
"He said, 'Why so serious?' At the same time, he took off the gas mask from his face... His face... looked exactly like mine! It was like I was looking in the mirror!"
Marshall got goosebumps when he heard this.
Is this guy telling some horror story?
"And then what? Didn't you die from the fall?" he asked.
"No! After I recovered from my shock, I realized that we weren't falling that fast. He had a rope wrapped around his hand. He was holding me with one hand and pulling the rope with the other. The rope controlled our falling speed and stopped us when we were about to hit the ground!"
Jim was still terrified.
In fact, the man loosened his grip out of mischief, causing his face to be less than three centimeters from the ground.
"Oh my God..." Marshall couldn't help but say, "Isn't he afraid that his hand will be broken?"
The weight of two adults was all on one hand, and the building was 13 stories high.
What a lunatic.
Jim: "Then he shoved this CD in my face and said... he said the president asked me to give it to you. His exact words were, 'The president asked you to give the CD to the guys who were working with him. As for the reward, look, I saved you. How about using your life as payment?'"
Marshall and his staff gasped, accelerating the process of global warming.
This guy who looks exactly like Jim—99% likely a member of the organization—is really crazy and healthy.
His tone of voice is similar to that of the psychopaths Marshall met during his career as an agent.
If Lin Xi were here, he would definitely refute him - isn't this the principle of equal exchange that any normal person would follow?
What a sunny, cheerful, helpful and positive person she is!
Marshall took a deep breath and asked cautiously, "So how did you know we were here?"
"Ah," Jim said, a little bewildered, "he told me that?"
Marshall: ?
"He told you??? He told you the address of the hotel directly?"
Jim nodded. He was still in a state of shock. He had no idea the organization existed, nor that they were actually CIA agents. Neither the president who hired him nor Lin Xi, who had sent him, had told him anything.
He didn't even realize how important the CD he was holding was.
Marshall was petrified.
To be honest, he has never wanted to retire as badly as he does now.
*, the enemy even knows their location. If they want, every one of them will be killed here today.
And they were still having a leisurely meeting here a quarter of an hour ago!
Who leaked the information? I feel like my undercover agent hasn't even shown up yet, and the other side has already infiltrated my side like a sieve!
Why on earth did headquarters send him here? Did he break some law?
Lin Xi looked at the large number of green dots marked with [CIA] on his system map, which concealed his achievements and fame.
My friend, this is not your problem. It’s not that you are not capable, it’s just that someone is cheating.
How can we play if someone is cheating?
Marshall sighed. At this point, even if it was a trap, they had already fallen into it.
The other party already knows their location, so why are they still struggling?
"Move quickly," Marshall said, "At least now we know there's a mole up there."
The hotel was not booked by them, but by the CIA's clerical staff.
So, the organized people in the CIA...
Damn... Marshall rubbed his forehead with a headache.
This was the Nth time today that he regretted taking over this mess.
89.
At the same time, in a safe house somewhere in Midoriya Town.
Toru Amuro sat quietly in the dark room, looking at the computer screen in front of him.
He didn't know when it started, but he got used to and even liked being in such darkness.
The only light in the room that was dimly lit by the computer screen was enough for him to see.
This causes great damage to eyesight, but Amuro Toru tries to maintain good living habits (although this is a luxury for him as he is sleep-deprived most of the time), and sometimes he wants to indulge himself a little.
Unlike Hiro, the dark environment actually gives him a sense of security.
He exhaled slowly, turned on his phone and dialed a number.
After exchanging secret codes, he spoke:
"The relevant investigation report on the 'Happy Mind Healing Center' has been uploaded."
"No, you don't have to worry about me. Using the power of the public security isn't my personal idea. In fact, it was a codenamed member of the organization who asked me to do this. Yes, it's the person I mentioned to you earlier. There's no sign of suspicion at the moment."
"Yes, she's of high status, and from what I've observed, she's on par with Gin—she has distinctive features, red curly hair, emerald green eyes, fair skin, and freckles. She's about 16 or 17 years old, and about 1.67 meters tall. She's skilled in fighting and shooting, and she has a white cat."
"Yeah, that's right—I hope the police can create a separate file for her, just like Gin. Yeah."
"I will apply to continue investigating this incident. Well, the same goes for the organization. Punch hasn't given me any new tasks yet, so I'll apply to her and try to get the information into my own hands."
The other party seemed to say something harshly, which made Amuro Toru silent for a while.
After a long while, he finally responded, "I know my limits, don't worry. Punch is a good springboard, and it would be a good thing for us to get in touch with her."
"And... in *some circumstances*, the power of the organization is more powerful than that of the public security." He emphasized the words "in some circumstances." "As you said, this matter involves so many people, so it can't be solved with ordinary methods."
The other party said something more, the tone slightly softened. Amuro Toru responded softly and hung up casually.
He glanced at the time and dragged the files on the computer into the trash one by one to clean them up.
The documents flashed on the glowing screen, and among them seemed to be a folder named after a Japanese congressman.
After finishing everything, Toru Amuro turned off the computer, and the room fell into a dark darkness.
He closed his eyes, and names and their appearances flashed through his mind, gradually outlining a huge criminal industry chain.
Punch... a variable with enormous power and full of possibilities.
He placed his bet on her, hoping she wouldn't let him down.
90.
Marshall and his subordinates moved to the new hotel.
"Turn on all the shielding devices," Marshall ordered. "If anything seems off during the reading, stop immediately. Do you understand?"
The subordinate in charge of providing information technology support nodded.
They used a blank player to read the CD.
As the progress bar loaded, an exe file was downloaded to the desktop.
Marshall hesitantly clicked it.
After a brief black screen, images flashed on the computer.
The protagonist of the scene is a small pixelated figure, clad in armor and holding a sword. He holds his head high, avoiding traps and defeating enemies along the way. Along the way, he goes from being alone to being with a group of people, who provide him with countless assistance along the way. At the end of the scene, he stands before the final boss—a flaming dragon—and bravely raises his sword to it.
After the cutscene, a line of text appeared on the screen:
【Welcome to play "The Strongest Player"】
[It is detected that you have no saved file. Do you want to start a new game? ]
There is a line of small words in the upper right corner:
[This game was developed by Clumsy Games, but the final right of interpretation belongs to the players.]
Marshall: ?
He and his subordinates looked at each other.
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