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Chapter 632 - 325: Very Strong? Killing from Eight Thousand Miles Away, Words Murder (6700, Two-in-One)_4

Chapter 632: Chapter 325: Very Strong? Killing from Eight Thousand Miles Away, Words Murder (6700, Two-in-One)_4

Old Du probably felt that such an outcome was below standard.

He took out a piece of paper:

"This is the unified contact method obtained by our subsequent investigators, who, through some special powers, confused several dozen crime bosses and finally extracted this information.

This contact method corresponds to their boss in Japan.

Those Japanese people are very powerful.

Our Book Society’s special task force isn’t very strong, but, with the aid of modern weapons, it’s unlikley that enhanced people or mutants can pose a threat to them. However...

Our special satellite is currently monitoring that coordinate in the valley.

It’s a very large area.

There are not only some hidden seaside villa communities but also factories and training schools built by the Japanese.

If you need, we can collaborate with certain combat-savvy organizations to employ heavy weaponry to destroy them, but this will be costly and might also draw the involvement of the Brazilian and Japanese officials..."

Brian took the piece of paper.

He glanced at the number and extended his hand to Old Du: "Do you have a ’cleaner’ satellite phone?"

Old Du looked puzzled at Brian, took out a mini black cell phone about ten centimeters in size, and advised, "Those Japanese people are inhumane and strong, obviously systematically trained mutant killing machines. Communicating with them is pointless—physical destruction is the best choice..."

"Very strong?"

Brian smiled.

He took the phone and dialed the number.

A few seconds later, the call connected, but no sound came from the other end.

Brian, unconcerned, opened his mouth and then hung up the phone, handing it back to Old Du: "Consider your commission with us fulfilled; I’ll settle the final payment when I get back. You guys are indeed competent. If ever you feel you can’t continue, you can look me up. I’m in need of skilled intelligence personnel right now."

He was just saying it casually.

Old Du and his team had satellite surveillance and a comprehensive team, their strength was not weak; it was unlikely they would choose to work under an individual, at most they would opt for cooperation.

But things change.

Who could say for sure about the future?

Brian kicked Shi San, who was on alert nearby, and stood up to leave.

Shi San hurriedly scurried after him.

..

Watching the two figures leaving, Old Du’s eyes flashed with confusion.

"Inexplicable..."

He didn’t understand the meaning of Brian’s actions just now.

But it didn’t matter.

As long as the money was in the account.

Even though this mission had cost many agents their lives, it felt like a loss...

After gathering the items on the table,

Old Du sent a secret message to the organization, then picked up the newspaper again, engrossed in reading.

He was a gaming enthusiast.

It was about some interesting game reviews from a new gaming company.

Old Du planned to enjoy these games during his next vacation.

Half an hour later.

Old Du got up, stretched lazily, preparing to leave.

Just then, a call came in.

Old Du glanced at the number and did not hurry to pick up.

He pocketed his cell phone, walked to a Beetle by the roadside, drove to a secluded area, then returned the call: "This is Number One, what’s up?"

On the other end of the line, a woman’s panicked voice spoke: "Number One, something’s happened. At the coordinates for mission 374, there’s been a large-scale death event... FK, I don’t know how to say this, but you need to come back fast, I’ve never seen anything so bizarre..."

"Mission 374’s monitoring coordinates..."

Old Du was taken aback.

That was exactly the location of the investigation mission Brian had assigned.

Actually, that place wasn’t as simple as Old Du had previously described.

Brian is Dean’s son-in-law.

And Dean is a major client of their organization!

Unfortunately, Dean later settled on an island and rarely made trouble anymore.

So, this mission was meant to impress Brian to indirectly maintain and contact this powerful figure, Dean.

The agents dispatched weren’t as unqualified as Old Du had mentioned, but rather a group with rich experience and not weak combat capabilities.

Yet, they were discovered by those Japanese and were massacred without a chance to escape.

Such strong individuals, to die just like that?

Suddenly, Old Du’s mind flashed back to the peculiar manner in which Brian had used his phone to make a call.

He chuckled nervously.

A joke, a phone kill people?

This place is at least eight thousand kilometers away from Brazil...

Mass killing over a phone call...

That’s absurd!

I must be crazy to think such a thing...

Old Du rubbed his forehead, put away his phone, and prepared to start the car, intent on getting back to their local office quickly.

Listening to the humming of the engine,

Old Du’s mind once again flashed across the disdainful words Brian had uttered: Very strong?

He licked his lips: "It can’t be that absurd, can it?"

...

Elsewhere in Brazil, a man in black, holding up his trousers, stepped out the door, ready to go on patrol.

Suddenly, he halted, fixated on the scene in front of him.

Why was there a corroded hole in the ground?

Where was Mr. Morishita, who was supposed to handle the queue?

Looking next to the hole, a katana lay on the ground, giving the man an ominous feeling.

This seemed to be Mr. Morishita’s personal katana...

In the next moment.

He painfully clutched his head, as if something was trying to burrow into his brain.

He painfully knelt down, shouting lowly: "Damn, get out, get out!"

Accompanying the man’s angry shout, protruding blue veins densely appeared on his exposed face.

All the veins spread to his eyes.

Unknown time passed.

The man slowly got up.

He staggered like a drunken man, or a patient with uncoordinated limbs, crawling next to the hole in the corridor, obsessively inhaling towards the air...