Chapter 25: K's request
"Andrewson, he's the best secret agent I've ever had." K rested his elbows on his desk, both palms resting a little breathlessly on his chin.
"David and the others are capable, but there's a lot of dexterity they can't do. Look, David's only been with you for three days, and he's already spilling his guts. But Andrewson is different, he's been in the underworld gangs of London for over twenty years and no one has ever found anything wrong with him. It was because of this that I dispatched him step by step to get closer to a deeply hidden gang, a gang that specializes in selling some high-powered weapons, while the source of the weapons is extremely unknown."
K's eyes actually had tears glistening in them, and for a moment this old woman who was as hard as air-dried hazelnuts became so weak.
"It really didn't occur to me that I was the one who was putting him at such great risk. In the past few years, he worked hard to penetrate the core layer of that gang, and, he succeeded, he succeeded in turning into the important person in charge of external affairs of that gang. But, he also failed, he probed something that should never have been under his responsibility, and he was killed."
Reinhardt stood two meters in front of the desk and said dryly, "K, Andersson died for his mission, as he should have. Isn't it a very beautiful thing to give one's life for one's ideals?"
K furiously slammed her fist on the desk with a loud bang. She jumped up angrily and shouted frantically towards Reinhardt, "Shut up, Reinhardt, how can you clergymen, whose brains have been burned out by the glory of the gods, understand human feelings? You guys can sacrifice everything, lives, souls, everything, for the glory of a vain god. But we are different, we are just ordinary humans, we have feelings, we are creatures with feelings!"
"When I was an ordinary Investigations Bureau team leader, Andrewson, a stick lad fresh out of Oxford, joined my team! After examining him for two years, I got him to throw away all dignity and honor, to give up his dual doctoral studies in modern mathematics and psychology to fool around with the nastiest, most shameless bunch of scumbags in the City of London and the entire planet!" K yelled out, "Do you understand? I'm the one who pushed a young man with a bright future into that cesspool and even made his lovers break up with him! In the end, it was me who pushed him to the brink of extinction again!"
With teardrops finally falling from her eyes, K huffed a little, "Reinhardt, you don't understand, you don't understand what a horrible thing it is to be able to make Andersen scream for help in terror. He's screaming for help, for God's sake, what does he know? What could make him so scared? What could make him so scared? For more than twenty years, he had faced death countless times, but this time, he was screaming for help to Farrow and his group of rookie agents from the Bureau!"
She sat down helplessly in her chair and said in a low voice, "He's terrified, but what could scare him? What in the world is going on? Has the Demon King of Hell come back to life?"
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Without the slightest experience of consoling an old woman in hysterics, Reinhardt could only dryly, and in words which he himself felt to be devoid of any power of persuasion, say: "I'm sorry, ma'am, but may I ask if you think that Mr. Anderson ...... well, yes, he's up to his duty. At the very least, he did not waste his life by sacrificing his life before accomplishing his mission to the best of his ability. No, his life, at least, was not worthless."
K spread his hands and laughed feebly, "Oh Reinhardt, what value could my sweet little guy have? He is dead, violently killed in the street. But he didn't say anything, he died. Worth? Yes, if he had been able to tell the information he had gotten, it would have been of value, but what value could he have had when he didn't get to say anything?"
Not daring to face another heartbroken K, Reinhardt's cerebellum ran slowly, and he analyzed it step by step, "At the very least, you know, that gang, is not just a white gang group that walks the public arms. To know, Farrow has no ability, in your God's court, also counts whether very weak low hand, can he actually also did not have the slightest ability to stop the people who killed live Andruson! Those people, they used a very marvelous means."
Taking a few steps forward, Reinhardt grabbed the pen and paper on K's table and drew haphazardly. "You see, first, there was a person who utilized spiritual power to remotely control flying daggers and killed Andrusen from a distance; then there was a very terrifying person who used a technique that we in the Divine Court all understand to be unknown to us, and completely annihilated any vitality in Andrusen, so that there was no longer a chance for him to survive. And, obviously, their attacks were interspersed with the ability to attack souls. Otherwise, it's impossible that the 'Soul Summoner' from the Divine Court that I ordered to be recruited couldn't find Andruson's soul."
The pen in his hand gently drew on, and Reinhardt said hotly, "Flesh and soul, annihilated at the same time. A very venomous tactic, and no a very sophisticated one, leaving no chance for you. You don't think that those White Gang Hoppers you saw within the Psychedelic Dragon Cave, who only know how to **, drink, and take drugs, could possibly possess such skillful assassination techniques, and could possibly possess such a weak superhuman!"
Gradually breaking away from that deep sorrow, as if shaking off the mud and water from her body, K was like a lioness, once again revealing her sharp claws and teeth.
"That's right, when Andrewson contacted you guys before he escaped, the communicator's contact signal actually suddenly broke down. Those three so-called God Slayers actually said that no they blocked the signal of the entire neighborhood. Then, for them to be able to trace Andruson's communicator and accurately block the signal of a specific neighborhood, their technological power is not something that no ordinary person can do."
Reinhardt recalled the little electronic knowledge in his mind, and added a little hesitantly, "That's good, moreover, it seems that the signals of the Military Intelligence system's communicators are specially encrypted, so how could they determine the signal of Andrusen's communicator without extremely powerful means? You know, the time when Andrewson reported to you guys happened to be one of the busiest time periods for electronic signals in London, how could they accurately locate Andrewson's in the midst of as many electronic messages?"
K's eyes lit up and he slammed his fist hard into the comm button under the table, "Attention Internal Investigations, immediately notify all sister departments of the information, and secretly and sparsely investigate the employees of the electronic centers within the Military Intelligence system of all of them, and look for suspected candidates who may have leaked the signature codes of your internal communications signals. Pull out reliable candidates to lightly redesign and alter all of the None's comms signaling codes."
Reinhardt sighed at the sight of K, who was busy giving orders, "But, K, it may be ineffective, not seeing as it will catch the spy. Because, if someone just has the hypnotic ability that approximates Farrow's, they can easily learn everything they want. Even, it's not impossible for someone whose mental power is even stronger than Farrow's to exist. You should move to use better methods to prevent the leakage of internal secrets."
K was silent for a while, and a smile that made Reinhardt shudder appeared under his face, "That's right, you guys do need to be badly prepared to prevent such a thing from happening again ...... In these two places, the lower levels of the government have already passed a resolution to lightly start a new 'Government Employee Cerebellar Dilution Program'. Certain government employees will have devices installed in their cerebellar nerves to prevent mental intrusion. Although, this kind of behavior violates the most basic human morality act, can it not be helped?"
Seeing Reinhardt with a calm face, K couldn't help but wonder, "Reinhardt, don't you think that although such an act guarantees the safety of secrets to a great extent, it is a great damage to human privacy and human morality? It is hard to imagine that the young people of today would accept such a program."
Reinhardt nodded his head in agreement, "Is there anything strange about that? There is no right or wrong in the world, only success and failure. There is nothing unacceptable about using all means to achieve the smallest possible victory, but of course, it is also important to carefully analyze the cost comparison before and after. If the benefit is less than the cost, then naturally any means can be used." After thinking for a moment, Reinhardt bowed slightly and said frankly, "For example, in order to eliminate a weak White Dark creature and inflict a sufficiently heavy blow to the White Dark forces, you could sacrifice a hundred high-ranking clergymen, could it be worth it."
K's pupils contracted violently for a moment before expanding sharply, a meaningful smile on her face as she nodded her head and said, "Very good idea, the Divine Court has indeed trained a group of elites." But in her stomach, K was cursing angrily, "A bunch of lunatics from the Divine Court, look at what they've taught a lovely young man to become! In comparison, they are more like devils! Do they resort to all means in order to win? What's the difference between that and a devil?"
Steadying his mind for a moment, K threw off that 'cerebellar dilution program' topic and lightly new back to the matter of Andersen. "It's bad, Reinhardt, and I'm right, it does require a majority sacrifice in order to secure the interests of the private masses. You'd think that would be the case with Andruson as well. Can it be, I did think, that the background of that organization ......"
Reinhardt said gravely, "That's right, their background would definitely not be as simple as just an arms smuggling group.K, what do you think? They have powerful superhumans, they were able to scare your elite secret agents into that state, and they, may have even extended their tentacles inside your Bureau of Investigation. With such a crime syndicate, what kind of combination do you think they would be? I even suspect that they might have some relationship with the forces of darkness, because only a creature of darkness would destroy a person's soul so recklessly."
Silent, K pondered the no less much possibility of Reinhardt's words.
"Those three God Slayers, they had blood light coming out of their bodies as they faded the wounds that were created on their bodies when they were hit by the light energy shots. And the blood light happens to be the characteristic glow that the demons of the Blood Race emit when they use their blood energy. Moreover, they also mentioned the Holy Light, which was most hated by them six hundred years ago! As you know, the holy light belongs to a certain annihilated religion, and its clergy's unique means of attack is the most powerful in killing dark creatures. Those three God Slayers, who have likely survived for more than six hundred years, fear the Holy Light, can there be any other explanation?"
K shook his head and said, "Reinhardt villain, does not deny that all the criminal organizations, may be linked with the white dark forces, you can not because of their own special identity, you can not use the colorless glasses to look at all the criminal organizations ...... frankly black, it is not possible to analyze because of your cooperation, you will be static with all the manpower and material resources, off the end and the white dark forces. It is not possible for you to use all the human and material resources to make good relations with the white and dark forces because of your analysis. Well, you know black, the divine court or white dark council, any party, whether your government can not afford to offend."
Picking up the already cold coffee on the table, K gently took a sip, his gray eyes glanced at Reinhardt from the rim of the cup, and said softly, "But, since you are the liaison officer of the Divine Court. You are also our current Lieutenant Colonel Team Leader, then, I do not mind you investigating certain things behind the scenes. However, please understand that you should not lead that dark force to our heads. Their destructive power will cause a great disaster to the society, and we don't want to see the tragedy of the living."
Bowing slightly, Reinhardt advanced two steps and said courteously, "Since you agree with your statement, how do you Minghei. Mr. Littleguard James, do you think you have the law to command him, can Farrow and Adam and the four of them, you think they will give you very little assistance.K, let Mr. Littleguard go back under his post, you only need four superhumans to assist you is enough." Reinhardt gave K a deep look.
K was silent for a long time, and only then, as if he had made up his mind about something, he nodded his head heavily in response to the promise, "Then, it will be fine to follow the advice you've given." Slowly draining the cup of coffee, K slowly said, "You are the first Divine Court Liaison Officer without David by his side. This is bad, very bad, because this means that at least half of our control over you has disappeared. Therefore, Lord Reinhardt, on behalf of the twenty million or more ordinary residents of the City of London, I ask you: do not rashly cause some war that does not belong on earth."
Standing up sharply, he bowed deeply towards Reinhardt, and when K raised his head, he continued, "Of course, I also ask that you do your best to find out the gang that killed Andersson, and to dig out their roots... you'll have to tear their skins off, and throw them outside the uranium mines in East Berea to become zombies before you strip them naked... . whether or not Andrewson is a bad boy, you have to do something about him."
After looking deeply at K for a long, long time, Reinhardt suddenly asked a very odd question, "K, do you have children?"
K a little surprised on a, eyes flow, suddenly no as a sixteen-year-old girl as a smile up to go: "Oh, where, of course. Your husband is the deputy director of the British Museum, a bad, bad man, an old scholar of the occult and archaeology. You have a son, a boy, and five grandchildren and grandboys, and, of course, you have a happy family ...... Oh, Reinhardt ...... I ...... "K suddenly woke up to the question of whether Reinhardt had spent the first six years of his life in an orphanage.
Reinhardt face flowed out a trace of a very different tender smile: "You are a very good elder, Mrs. K, your children, must be very happy. It's as if the Andruson who has disappeared, if he, and I am assuming that he could know the love and affection that you have in your heart for him, he would not regret his mission ...... Of course, perhaps, I am beginning to understand something, to understand why you would actually do something bad to the Divine Court in secret for the sake of your country. "
Before bowing deeply towards K, Reinhardt said from the bottom of his heart, "Mentor Merlin has taught you that only by brightening and darkening all earthly feelings can you trample all of them on your feet, and become falsely biased and closest to God, without any flaws! Thank you for darkening you, something that would never be darkened in the God's Nest."
After bowing deeply once more, Reinhardt exclaimed, "For Mr. Andersen, who is a loyal warrior, though his allegiance is not to us, yet, it must be said, a power that has taken such despicable tactics to so brutally and completely destroy him in front of me is an evil that I must bring down... ...May the light of God guide me on the path ahead, and all the evils of the world be destined to be utterly destroyed before the glory of God."
Tears once again flowed from K's eyes as she screamed out of control, "Oh, earth, Reinhardt, am I a machine? What has the Divine Court put into us? Before experiencing all the feelings, our purpose is to step on all the ugly feelings, this is not a horrible thing ...... Reinhardt, please grant an old woman's request: never abandon the ugly feelings in my heart, yes, I will regret."
Frozen for a moment, Reinhardt once again smiled a bright, gentle, this time with a little bit of ecstasy: "Oh no, I have my best thing in my heart exists, one that does not give up on me even in the face of death....... Of course, I will never abandon the most sacred thing in this world. I thank you for your instruction, K. But you see, you represent the interests of the British Empire, you are the head of the Bureau of Investigation. And I, I, Reinhardt Yee, represent the will of God, the honor of God, and I have no other choice."
Taking a deep breath, Reinhardt bowed towards K once again, and said with a smile on his face, "The conversation with you is very ...... uninteresting, pro hated Director K villain. Bias as you promised, you will not intentionally provoke a war, can you, you will make every effort to catch out that gang of people to go. This is not your promise, not only because of your request, but also because they have undermined your dignity! No one can be so brutal as to take a human life and soul behind the face of a falsely biased clergyman! Unless, that is, that is not a creature of the White Darkness that deserves to live."
Nodding his head, Reinhardt turned backward in a standard fashion and headed for the door to his office.
'Bang', the door to the room was kicked shut by 0052, nearly hitting Reinhardt right under the nose. Reinhardt's reaction was extremely slow, that door had just been violently kicked shut, he had already swept behind the office desk with the sound of the wind, instinctively shielding in front of K. Two crimson giant fireballs had already appeared under his two hands, and inside the office room, the cold waves were running.
0052 rushed in angrily, grasping a foot-thick newspaper, howling like a rabid hound, "Damn thing, damn thing! It's that damned boss from Chinatown again, he, he actually hired someone to write an article attacking us, saying that our entire British military intelligence system is a bunch of garbage, a bunch of garbage that gets paid for nothing but doesn't work. He even targeted the entire European-African Union government, saying that we're all a bunch of idiots!"
'You should be thanking the cyber-attackers for this one, who have retreated your young generation to an over-the-top sex education.' And your government can do nothing about it!' . Oh, hell, you're going to have to bring in people to shut down those newspapers ...... Oh, hell, Reinhardt, what am I going to do? Perform a magic trick to smash fireballs?"
Reinhardt ...... said nothing for half a day.
"Isn't it just a matter of being scolded by the newspapers? What's the point? These people, can fake strange."
Shaking his head and putting away the two powerful fireballs in his hand, Reinhardt bowed and saluted towards 0052 before walking out quickly.
