158: Chapter 158: You, Not Slanca?
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(Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets) He Ao continued flipping through the next docunt, and after a while, he closed the folder and exited to the parent page.
There was nothing useful in the subsequent files in this folder.
These folders only contained files from recent years; older files must have either been destroyed by Slanca or stored elsewhere.
After returning to the folder page, He Ao first clicked to open the last one labeled “Deaths.” This folder had fewer files, all of which pertained to individuals who had been eliminated by Slanca.
There was no information on Joey’s parents in these files, which suggested that their deaths were most likely not related to Slanca; his only task was to surveil and eliminate Joey.
Although he had anticipated this, He Ao still felt a slight disappointnt.
He exited and opened the “Surveillance” folder.
It seed the truth of the matter was even more complicated.
The “Surveillance” folder was densely packed with hundreds of files, the majority of which related to ordinary people, with only a few belonging to mid-level managers of various consortia, none rated above level E.
From this, it beca apparent that Slanca must be a low-level intelligence chief dealing with basic cases on the outskirts of Avis Energy Group.
He Ao quickly flipped through these files, most of which contained irrelevant information, but still, so individuals were connected to Avis Machinery Factory, and he noted down their details.
The people under ‘surveillance’ had more complete information than in the other folders, even including content that was regularly updated.
He Ao went through the files one by one, and it was when he ca across the information of a middle-aged man that he stopped.
This man, nad Jack, was neither a powerful Transcendent nor soone He Ao had known before, but his resu caught He Ao’s attention—he had worked at Avis Machinery Factory as an I-27 robotic arm operator B, and had resigned two years ago.
The position of I-27 robotic arm operator B was the sa one held by Joey’s parents when they were transferred there two years earlier.
This position required both A and B operators simultaneously, and Joey’s father had ntioned during casual family chatter that the previous two operators had suddenly applied for resignation, coincidentally just as he had expressed a desire to work alongside his wife.
Therefore, the factory assigned both him and his wife to that position.
This ant that this Jack was likely the predecessor operator to Joey’s father.
He Ao skimd through Jack’s information; his life appeared very ordinary.
He joined Avis Machinery Factory after graduating from a community college, and after a sequence of job changes within the factory, he finally beca the robotic arm operator.
Upon leaving Avis Machinery Factory, he worked as a chanic in a small auto repair shop in Kwei District.
An ordinary and mundane life trajectory; such a person theoretically should not have drawn the attention of an intelligence chief like Slanca, unless,
He had co across so information that he shouldn’t have.
So was the problem rooted in Avis Machinery Factory?
He Ao paused for a mont, noted down the man’s ho address and basic information, and then continued to browse through the subsequent files.
Afterward, there was basically no valid information left; He Ao returned to the parent interface and opened the last folder labeled “Elimination.”
There were only a dozen or so files in the “Elimination” folder, all planning the removal of individuals by Slanca.
He Ao reviewed them one by one; most were either Transcendents or high-ranking individuals, and eliminating them would be more troubleso.
As for ordinary people, they were probably lying in the “Deaths” folder already.
When He Ao got to the last file, his gaze paused for a mont.
Ding dong—
The crisp sound of the doorbell suddenly rang out.
He Ao straightened up slightly and looked towards the living room beyond the door.
No one ca in.
Ding dong—
He Ao stepped over Slanca’s still bleeding corpse, walked out of the study step by step, and then gently picked up the submachine gun on the sofa, leaning behind the door.
The electronic screen embedded into the security door displayed the appearance of the person outside, a man dressed in a white suit, looking sowhat effeminate.
After waiting for a mont, realizing there was no response from inside, the man softly called out, “Mr.
Slanca, I was referred by the ‘Flying Bird’ bar.”
He Ao: ……
In that instant, He Ao understood why Slanca’s gaze had seed so strange just now.
The ‘Flying Bird’ bar was a well-known social venue in Dawn City, primarily providing a place for n to et other n.
Of course, they would sotis also act as interdiaries, introducing so clients to people working in ‘special service industries’ and taking a commission for it.
It seed the man outside was the ‘delivery’ service Slanca had ordered.
He Ao did not move but quietly watched the screen, observing the actions of the man in the white suit outside.
He couldn’t be certain whether the other person was genuinely a service industry worker, or just an intelligence operative disguised as one.
The man in the white suit waited a bit longer, and without any response, he scratched his head lightly.
“Not here…
Why call if you’re not here.”
He lifted his wristband, turned around, and dialed a number.
Ding-ling-ling——
The crisp sound of a landline phone rang out in the room.
He Ao turned his head to look behind him, where a white phone placed on a coffee table was vibrating repeatedly with incoming calls.
This type of desk phone had been outdated a long ti ago, but so wealthy people felt that having one in their ho added a touch of style, a ‘vintage flair,’ so it was sold as a sort of luxury decorative item.
The piercing ringing beca increasingly urgent, and outside, the man in the white suit who was about to leave turned suspiciously back for a glance.
He Ao gripped the gun tighter, looked through the screen, and kept his eyes on the actions of the man in the white suit.
“Hello, it’s .”
The man in the white suit answered the call and lit up the elevator, “It seems Mr.
Slanca is not at ho, are you sure the appointnt was supposed to be now?”
The elevator doors slowly opened, and the man walked in, his figure gradually obscured by the closing doors.
It appeared he was indeed just a service worker.
After waiting a few seconds and seeing the elevator descend, He Ao shifted his gaze from the screen back to the desk phone.
The shrill sound of the ringing phone was still echoing in the room.
He Ao, holding the gun, moved step by step towards it.
The man in the white suit had not called Slanca’s desk phone; from the conversation, he seed to be calling the Flying Bird bar.
So, at this ti, who would be calling Slanca’s desk phone?
He Ao reached the white desk phone and slowly picked up the handset,
“What took you so long?” a steady male voice ca from the other side, “How did it go contacting the Assassin?
There must be no mistakes tomorrow,”
Just then, the voice on the line suddenly paused, whispered,
“You, you’re not Slanca?”
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