The Tokusatsu Era: Starting with Orphnoch

Chapter 138 Information Merchant

As soon as Director John stepped out of the Presidential Office, his previously professional smile instantly turned as gloomy as if covered by dark clouds.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if they could trap a fly.

John knew very well that this matter was far more complicated than he had imagined.

If he cannot successfully investigate the matter within the next three days, then his position as bureau chief will likely be taken away.

Thinking about this, Director John couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Without daring to delay for even a moment, he hurried back to the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs.

Upon entering the building, he couldn't wait to gather all the outstanding and experienced key personnel in the entire organization into the conference room.

Once everyone had arrived, Director John stood solemnly on the podium and began assigning tasks in an extremely stern tone.

He explained in detail the president's requirements and the leads currently available, and clearly assigned tasks to everyone.

However, time flies, and two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Despite everyone's best efforts, frustratingly, there is still no clue as to what happened to Bayoby after he left the bank.

Worse still, the security cameras around the bank, which were supposed to play a crucial role, failed to capture any useful footage.

The following night, all was quiet except for Director John, who was alone in his office.

The room was filled with smoke. He smoked one cigarette after another, feeling increasingly desperate as he thought about the miserable state he would be in after he lost his position as director the next day.

Just then, a dark figure appeared silently in front of his desk like a ghost and sat down steadily.

Chief John was startled by this sudden turn of events. He frantically opened a drawer, quickly pulled out a pistol, and pointed it at the mysterious figure without hesitation.

The dark muzzle of the gun gleamed coldly, as if it could unleash a deadly bullet at any moment.

The mysterious man was dressed in a long black robe, completely covered from head to toe, with only a pair of eyes that shone with a cold light showing.

His voice was deep and hoarse, as if it came from the deepest hell: "Director John, don't be so nervous. I'm not here to cause trouble."

"On the contrary, I came here specifically to help you solve this big problem you're facing."

"Isn't it a bit unfair of you to treat a kind guest who came to help you like this?"

Upon hearing this, John's heart tightened, and his eyes instantly sharpened, filled with vigilance.

Without making a sound, he quietly moved his right hand under the table and tightly gripped the emergency button hidden in the shadows.

After making these preparations, John spoke again, his voice low and serious, asking, "Who exactly are you? And how did you get in here?"

The black-robed man sitting opposite him calmly and slowly raised his head.

When the face, mostly obscured by shadows, was fully revealed, John saw only a pair of eyes flashing with an eerie red light, like will-o'-the-wisps burning, sending chills down his spine.

The man in black robes smiled slightly, forming an enigmatic expression, and then replied in a slightly mocking tone, "As for me, I'm just a small-time intelligence merchant."

"As for how I got in... haha, I took the stairs, of course!"

Upon hearing this answer, Director John was taken aback.

It's important to know that the entire Bureau of Abnormal Affairs is filled with countless cameras and advanced infrared monitoring equipment, making it virtually impossible for anyone to sneak in.

However, it is truly unbelievable that this person broke through so many defenses so easily, without even triggering an alarm.

The mysterious man in black robes seemed to have read John's mind. Seeing the undisguised shock on the other man's face, he secretly felt smug.

He knew that as long as he could make the other party doubt and waver, he could take more initiative in the subsequent negotiations.

So, he pressed his advantage and continued confidently, "Director John, you must have been having a lot of trouble with the Texas Bank case these past few days, right?"

"But unfortunately, no matter how hard you investigate, you never find any valuable clues or breakthroughs, am I right?"

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Upon hearing this, John's face instantly darkened, as if a storm was about to break.

However, when faced with the man in black's question, John chose to remain silent, simply sitting there quietly, waiting motionless.

Just then, the man in black spoke again, "Since this is our first collaboration, I've decided to give you this valuable intelligence for free."

"I'm sure you and His Excellency the President will be extremely satisfied when you see this!"

As they spoke, the man in black robes miraculously pulled a paper file folder from the seemingly empty air beside him.

As the file folder gradually came into view, John's tense expression was replaced by barely concealed shock.

The man in black robes smiled and gently placed the mysterious file folder on the table in front of John, saying softly, "I sincerely hope that Director John will be satisfied with this transaction."

"At the same time, we sincerely hope that we can carry out more mutually beneficial cooperation like this in the future!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the man in black robes flashed and transformed into a black shadow, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye before John's astonished gaze.

It took John quite a while to recover from his extreme shock.

His eyes widened, his body trembled slightly, and the pistol he gripped tightly in his hand swayed gently.

After calming himself down, John took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Then, he slowly raised his pistol and cautiously searched the entire office, leaving no corner unchecked.

After observing for a while and confirming that the person was not there, John's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

He slowly lowered his arm and gently placed the pistol on the desk.

Then, he reached out with his other hand, somewhat hesitantly, towards the mysterious file folder on the table.

After hesitating for a moment, I finally made up my mind and picked it up.

John held the file folder in both hands, feeling its weight.

Gently unseal the file folder and pull out a stack of documents and several photos.

John sat down in the chair and began to carefully look through the documents and photos.

I examined each page and each sheet with utmost care, afraid of missing any crucial information.

Time passed by, and the room was extremely quiet, broken only by the occasional sound of turning pages.

After John read all the documents word by word and looked at the photos several times, his face suddenly turned ashen, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He slammed the file folder shut with a loud "snap".

Immediately afterwards, as if greatly frightened, she quickly stood up, clutching the file folder tightly, and hurriedly walked towards the office door.