North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 567 3232

The middle-aged woman dared not continue her conjecture any further.

Such matters are beyond the grasp of an inconsequential ant like myself; exposure would likely lead to my imdiate disappearance from the face of the Earth!

Under Amon's watchful gaze, the middle-aged woman lightly twisted a lock of hair and nodded. "Of course, there's no problem. But what about the people we've discovered so far? How should we deal with them?"

Amon, believing the woman's earlier contemplation was rely about operational logistics, didn't dwell on it and casually remarked, "My master has so collaborations with the Jewish Consortium. They have research bases and talent reserves overseas with decent equipnt. When the ti cos, all the surviving stowaways will be sent there for resourceful utilization. As for the remaining five individuals, it seems one of them is from your CIA. What do you plan to do with them?"

Hearing the ntion of the Jewish Consortium, the middle-aged woman's body swayed slightly.

It's confird! My earlier suspicion is confird! This group is indeed plotting an event that would rock the Federation upon disclosure and create global shockwaves if successful! Damn it! Why did my brain have to uncontrollably process this information, making aware of such things?!

The middle-aged woman was filled with terror, barely able to control her emotions, showing a slight loss of composure.

Seeing this, Amon's brows furrowed. "Are you feeling unwell?"

The middle-aged woman snapped back to her senses, breaking out in a cold sweat. She quickly improvised, "No, it's just that agent… she has great potential, and I held her in high regard. It's a pity she was injected with that serum, so I'm simply feeling a bit regretful. I hope we can grant her a peaceful death."

She could handle sothing that large being forced in; of course, she has potential... Amon thought.

He smiled upon hearing her words. "No worries, we have the formula for the neutralizing agent. With a little ti, we can resolve these issues, so you can take her away. However, she's the only one you're permitted to take!"

The woman nodded.

Subsequently, the two parties discussed the details at length, concluding this informal negotiation.

After seeing off the middle-aged woman and her group, the general standing behind Amon wiped the sweat from his face, a look of relief evident. "Director Amon, the master has high praise for your abilities."

Amon chuckled. Indeed, while this operation had cost over a hundred soldiers, by leveraging the 'mysterious calling force,' they had obtained all the research data. They also seized the opportunity to involve the CIA's radical faction, thereby sharing the pressure. Even more ingeniously, by collaborating with the CIA's radical faction, they not only ford a new triangle of interests—stabilizing the precarious cooperation between the Jewish Consortium, Viper, and the master—but also addressed the underlying issues from the soldiers' deaths. To top it off, they acquired a gold mine in return.

An overwhelming victory!

He mused on the upcoming success of their plan: the yet-to-be-formally-established National Security Departnt would truly rise above the FBI and CIA, and he himself would beco its first publicly acknowledged leader. Amon's smile beca ever more radiant.

Facing the general's eager flattery, now devoid of any prior reluctance, Amon felt an imnse satisfaction, like enjoying a tub of ice cream on a warm September day. He patted the general's shoulder. "I'll suggest to the master that you be assigned to oversee peacekeeping in the waters near Benin. When the ti cos to excavate the gold, it probably won't be shipped back to the Federation via military escort..."

With that, Amon raised his eyebrows suggestively.

The general got the hint instantly. When pork passes through your hands, they naturally get a bit greasy. While the bigwigs feast on at, it's only fair for those below to sip so broth!

Once the general had left, Amon lit a cigarette. He watched the bustling naval soldiers below, his earlier elation slowly fading.

There was, in fact, sothing he had concealed. He had only reported the involvent of a mysterious force, claiming they had rely breached the base's internal network to send a warning and had expressed an interest in future collaboration—a friendly gesture.

Of course, that was a lie.

In truth, the other party had only one condition: to help conceal the Invisible Submarine and the fact that they, too, had obtained the data.

In other words... the disappearance of that submarine would be attributed to him.

That was why he had just made a deliberate display of goodwill towards the general and hinted that they could share in the spoils together. Without the general's cooperation, he wouldn't be able to hide this from the master above.

As for the real data? The other party had given him a website.

Eventually, Amon could pin the whole affair on the undercover agent within the Lucifer Organization, who had infiltrated it for many years and had supposedly died in the explosion.

The perfect solution.

Amon didn't dare tell his master that another party had also obtained the data. The consequences for him would be unthinkable.

An Invisible Submarine is nothing major... Even if the incident cos to light, I can claim it was the deceased undercover agent who leaked the information...

Amon smoked three cigarettes consecutively to calm the tangled storm of nervousness, excitent, and anxiety within him.

Unfortunately, he had only found out about the undercover agent after his promotion to director. He had then imdiately switched to a secure line for direct contact. The agent's detailed background information, however, had been lost in a fire years ago. Thus, Amon remained ignorant of the undercover agent's true identity.

But none of that mattered now.

To ensure this FBI mole's cooperation, he had purposely revealed his National Security Departnt identity and promised him that once his undercover work was done, he could retire peacefully.

In this operation, Amon had never intended for that mole to survive.