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Chapter 1129: Federal Bureau of Investigation, Investigate the Case! (Long - , Request for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 1129: Chapter 1129: Federal Bureau of Investigation, Investigate the Case! (Long Chapter, Request for Monthly Tickets)

Outside the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building

On the towering rooftop, a man dressed in security uniform leaned against the edge, turning to his companion and asked softly, "Any updates?"

"Same as before,"

His companion pointed to the screen in front of them, which was directly connected to a telescope. As he moved the telescope, the scene on the screen changed accordingly.

The screen displayed the inside of the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building, where faint figures could be seen moving past transparent glass windows, inspecting equipment within the building.

"Still no sign of Mr. Suote?"

The man asked in a low voice.

"The top floor and the one below have electronic peeping prevention and infrared isolation; they are invisible from the outside. What we can see is limited to these few floors,"

His companion shrugged his shoulders.

"Forget it, there aren’t many people inside anyway,"

The man sighed and lit a cigarette, positioning it in his mouth. "If there were any disturbances, these few people wouldn’t remain unchanged. We’ll just keep monitoring as usual."

"Indeed."

His companion glanced at the screen content and yawned.

——

Downtown Minte City

A dark convoy slowly moved along the road, within a black sedan in the middle of the convoy, a middle-aged man with brown hair turned to look out the window at the streets and pedestrians.

The City Police Department had arranged personnel responsible for signaling security, leading the way, and maintaining public order.

"How much longer?"

The man looked towards the driver in the front and asked slowly.

"There was a bit of a jam earlier,"

The driver, wearing white silk gloves, spoke gently, "The Police Department has already cleared the roads, it will be just a few more minutes until we reach the Note Intelligence Building."

"Hmm."

The man leaned back in his seat.

Seeing this, the driver raised his hand and pulled the privacy curtain on the rear window, blocking the view from outside.

Ding—

At that moment, the man’s wristband vibrated, signaling an incoming call.

The man raised his hand and answered the call.

"Mr. Lambert, are we really going to the Note Intelligence Building to negotiate with those Note Intelligence people?"

As soon as the call connected, a slightly impatient young voice sounded, "Those bastards at Note Intelligence promised not to interfere with Minte City’s heavy industry, yet they secretly raised affiliated companies that poached our people and business. Those untrustworthy people can’t be trusted at all."

Listening to these words, the middle-aged man spoke calmly, "The decision was made by Vitland, and now, West is our ally."

The headquarters of West Steel is located in Vitland.

"Those old men in Vitland making decisions from half a Federation away,"

The voice on the phone grew frustrated, "Don’t they realize how ruthlessly Note Intelligence has acted against us over the years? Don’t they understand the market losses we’ve suffered here? These things don’t hurt them in the slightest, but they affect our performance.

"This time we still go to the Note Intelligence Building, but most of our security personnel have been deployed to guard the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building. Who knows what kind of ambush those bastards might set up inside the building to completely take us out."

"Note Intelligence’s security personnel sent to the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building are even more than ours. I’ve already reported this matter to the board of directors,"

The middle-aged man spoke calmly, "The board will not overlook our efforts."

The voice on the phone seemed to want to say more but was interrupted by the still calm words of the middle-aged man, "For this year’s end performance assessment, the performance ratings of the mid-to-upper level managers of the Minte Branch will be raised, and the best will be selectively transferred to the headquarters."

Hearing this, the voice on the phone finally quieted down a bit, then spoke somewhat helplessly, "Since Mr. Lambert you put it that way, we certainly trust you. Of course, no matter what those bastards at headquarters think, we will always follow your lead."

The middle-aged man hung up the phone and leaned back in his seat, massaging the bridge of his nose.

His gaze shifted forward, where the towering structure of the Note Intelligence Building, resembling a giant tuning fork, was already visible in the distance.

——

"Note Intelligence and West Steel both originated from Vitland, belonging to a large financial consortium that developed in the western part of the Federation."

Climbing slowly up the old maintenance ladder, Hel’s deep voice resonated within the narrow maintenance shaft, "The relationship between the two companies is not good especially in Minte City, where there have certainly been quite a few overt and covert conflicts.

"Vite Steel started in heavy industry, but its current operations now encompass heavy industry, light industry, and electronics manufacturing. It’s even trying to break into the smart device market."

"While Note Intelligence primarily focuses on smart devices, it also involves an upstream and downstream industrial chain, including some heavy industries."

"According to our information, in Minte City, these two companies even steal each other’s business documents and hire gang members to vandalize each other’s factories and shops."

Click—

He Ao climbed to the very top, reached out his hand to press against the overhead manhole cover, and lifted it, revealing a slightly secluded narrow corridor in everyone’s field of view.

Hel and another agent followed him out one after another.

Both of them looked around, took a slight breath, and then started gasping heavily.

Indeed, being in the sewer had suffocated them; breathing normal air again was a tremendous relief, almost like being reborn.

After a few deep breaths, Hel came to his senses, extended his hand to help He Ao close the manhole cover, and continued, "Two tigers cannot share one mountain, it is precisely because of the gap between these two financial groups that Queke and his faction can play both sides for profit."

Hel sighed, "The City Government folks are the same; therefore, it’s quite odd that these two big financial groups are collaborating."

"Bringing together two hostile forces can only mean that a stronger enemy has appeared."

He Ao casually mentioned, "So much so that they had to set aside some of their hatred and collaborate."

Upon hearing this, Hel was momentarily stunned, lifting his head to look at He Ao.

He Ao glanced at him but didn’t say much more.

The existence of ’Mr. Suote’ has indeed caused significant trouble for the two large financial groups; he might be able to get the branch offices of the two groups to agree on dealing with him, but it’s unlikely that he could drive both groups to mobilize Mercenary Corps simultaneously.

Moreover, these two groups seem to have decided to fully support each other to tackle the Mayor’s Mansion, allowing the two Mercenary Corps to enter the city.

This rapid ’alliance’ and mobilization of Mercenary Corps could only be possible with ’orders’ from the headquarters of the two big financial groups, receiving commands from the true highest board of directors of the two groups.

To deal with ’Mr. Suote’, did they create this whole play?

This seems rather too sensational.

But He Ao currently lacks intelligence and is still in a haze.

At this moment, Hel is also looking at He Ao’s back, pondering what significant actions the ’chief of staff’ might have taken in Ains to provoke such a costly response.

He Ao looked towards the passageway outside, where he could faintly see the towering Musicnote Building.

The clues he has obtained are all too marginal and chaotic, unable to unravel the true thread.

He lifted his wristband to look at a message just sent from an unknown number.

[All persons have arrived at the Note Intelligence Building, the first group will gather at the designated location.]

An address follows, [Note Street Second Crossroad]

"Let’s go."

He Ao put down his wristband and spoke softly.

Without clues, it’s time to find someone who has them.

—

"Okay, okay, stop!"

The middle-aged man wearing a hat parked his truck at the edge of the road, pushed open the door, and jumped down from the truck.

He looked at the staff starting to check the cargo, greeted them with a smile, and then walked to the roadside.

A laborer, a tourist, and another person who seemed like an insurance salesman slowly walked over and gathered by his side.

"Is everyone here?"

The middle-aged man took off his hat, revealing red hair.

"Yes."

The remaining three people confirmed each other’s identities.

The man dressed as an insurance salesman slowly spoke, "My informant said they were taken directly to a private elevator, probably straight to the top floor boardroom."

"Are they preparing for a meeting?"

’The laborer’ slowly asked.

"How would I know,"

’The insurance salesman’ rolled his eyes, "If I could get access to the top-level information of Note Intelligence, would I still be in this state?"

"What should we do next?"

’The tourist’ looked up at the red-haired ’driver’, "We can’t really think of a way to go up to the top floor of Note Intelligence Building to listen in on their meeting, can we? How do we get in there? They have anti-aircraft guns on the rooftop, we can’t even fly in."

"Walk in."

A calm voice sounded beside them.

Everyone slightly stunned, then instantly tensed their muscles and took a half step back in the opposite direction of the voice, hands reaching for their waists, looking towards the source of the voice.

A figure in a thick jacket, face smeared with some blood, appeared in their field of view.

"Mr. Suote?"

The red-haired man reacted first, he looked at He Ao, relieved, and withdrew his hand from his waist, "When did you get here?"

This red-haired man was naturally the leader of the first group sent out by He Ao, responsible for monitoring the movements of the two major financial groups, ’Borek’.

"I arrived when you guys just started chatting."

He Ao shrugged.

Behind him, the two members from Hel quickly closed in as well.

"You just mentioned walking in? There are tight security measures all around here, how can we..."

A side ’insurance salesman’ asked doubtfully.

At this point, red-haired Borek seemed to remember something.

"Walk in openly and upright."

He Ao smiled and extended his hand, pulling out a blood-stained Federal Bureau of Investigation ID from his chest.

——

Note Intelligence Building · Boardroom

"Alright, everyone please take a seat."

The elderly man with gray hair sat in the main seat, glanced at the brown-haired middle-aged man beside him, and gestured for everyone around the conference table to sit down.

This conference table was a long rectangular shape, and although the people on both sides were dressed in uniform suits, they wore different badges.

The people on the left wore a light golden Musical road badge, while those on the right wore simple golden steel mill badges.

The legitimate middle-aged man glanced at the people on the right and nodded slightly, agreeing with the elderly man’s statement.

Thus, people on both sides sat down simultaneously.

"I believe everyone is aware,"

the Elderly man looked over the people in front of the conference table and began slowly,

"Today’s meeting involves a few issues. First, our two companies have had many disputes and conflicts in Minte City over the years, and you all are prominent local authorities. I hope we can have an open and clear discussion about these matters.

"Discuss what can be discussed, and what cannot be, we’ll set aside for now and resolve later,

"We still have to work together for a while, and I believe, whether it’s Vitland, me, Mr. Lambert or all of us, no one wants to see undesirable issues during this period of collaboration."

He turned his head to glance at the middle-aged man beside him, "This is also the outcome discussed by me and Mr. Lambert."

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Note Intelligence Building · First Floor Lounge

Bright lights shone over the spacious golden hall where scattered groups of people were currently moving about.

At this moment, these pedestrians intermittently glanced towards a corner of the hall.

Over there, there was a narrow elevator hall with only two elevators.

Dressed in black suits, burly security personnel were tightly sealing off the elevator hall, guarding the entrance, not allowing anyone to enter.

Even those who got too close would be interrogated by these security personnel.

Very soon, the hall was cleared of people, all eager to avoid trouble.

"What are those guys exactly doing there?"

A young silver-uniformed receptionist looked somewhat bewildered at those security personnel.

"Heard they’re from West Steel,"

Another receptionist beside her sighed, "Those barbarians are just like that, not knowing manners."

"And that handsome uncle over there?"

The young receptionist shifted her gaze to the other side.

"Where is the handsome uncle?"

The chatterbox receptionist was slightly stunned, then turned her gaze towards the direction of the entrance.

A figure wearing a black jacket and a white knife sheath on his back was walking through the revolving door into the lobby.

A line of six people in different outfits was quickly following behind him, heading towards the reception desk.

"Hello, you."

The young receptionist noticed his approach and only then, did she see the faint crimson stains on his cheeks that looked like unwashed blood.

She bravely spoke up, "Do you have an appointment——"

"Federal Bureau of Investigation on a case,"

A bloodstained ID book was placed on the counter, followed by a slightly hoarse voice, "How do I get to the boardroom?"

The young receptionist got flustered and stuttered as she pointed at the elevator guarded by security personnel, "That that that elevator, top floor——"

"Thank you."

He Ao nodded slightly, took back the ID, and spoke softly, "Next, aim for the head, squat behind the desk, and do not stand up no matter what you hear."

"Huh?"

The young receptionist looked slightly stunned.

But the receptionist beside her had already reached out, grabbed her, and pulled her behind the desk, signaling her to cover her ears.

In a daze, she only saw the figure in the jacket leading his followers towards the group of security personnel.

And those figures drew their guns from their waists.

Then in the crowd, it seemed like a loud shout occurred, "Federal Bureau of Investigation on a case, raise your hands, squat in the corner."

"Warning! Squat in the corner!"

"Put down your guns!"

Bang——

It was unclear who pulled the trigger first,

Bang bang bang——

Then came the sound of chaotic gunfire.

When the gunfire subsided, the young receptionist couldn’t help but poke her head out to see what was happening outside.

"Hello, could you please pass me your elevator authority card?"

A somewhat shy voice spoke up, followed by a bloodied hand reaching out.

Before the young receptionist could react, her colleague quickly opened the drawer and pulled out a black card.

"Thank you."

The figure took the card and quickly left.

Following the sound of footsteps leaving, the young receptionist finally dared to poke her head out and look outside.

The one who came for the card was one of the slim figures, one of the ’underlings’ of the handsome uncle.

Her gaze followed the movements of the slim figure, only to see blood everywhere, watching the figure cross over the blood, and hand the black card to the figure in a black jacket already standing in front of the elevator.

The figure swiped the card, opened the elevator door.

Then the group passed through the blood and all entered the elevator.

The young receptionist dully gazed at the blood in the elevator area and at the gun-wielding figures lying in the pool of blood; the strong scent of blood seemed to also spread in front of her, rushing into her nostrils.

This intense visual and olfactory stimulation made her a bit overwhelmed, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

"Damn, shooting at the corporation’s lackeys,"

At that moment, her colleague had already peeked out her head, looked at the blood-filled elevator area, and clucked, "Are these cops so cool?"

Then she looked at the young receptionist beside her who was clearly seeing this kind of scene for the first time and feeling uncomfortable, and grabbed the young receptionist’s wrist, "Girl, we should get out of here. It’s not safe to stay."

Then she looked at the young receptionist’s confused eyes, "Both of us are temporary workers, earning a hundred bucks a week, can’t even pay the rent, why risk your life?"

With that, she pulled the young receptionist and ran outside.