Wolf and Jiang Shu’s official reason for coming to the Thirteen District this ti was inter-district police assistance. Besides the two of them, there were three or four veteran officers en route.
The Thirteen District had many lingering issues, and the chanical Disciples were particularly intractable.
Because of limited police resources, in order to eradicate the chanical Disciples while maintaining basic public security needs, it was inevitable to request reinforcents from the police in the neighboring Seventh District.
Of course, the police force was not ant to confront the chanical Disciples directly, their main responsibility was to investigate cases, locate each hideout of the chanical Disciples, and then dispatch the Violent Terror Mobile Team to carry out eradication operations.
So, the task of Wolf and Jiang Shu, along with other external assistance, was not particularly heavy.
"This is most of the archive material on the chanical Disciples." Once Wolf and Jiang Shu were in Gary’s car, Gary took out a paper file bag from under the car seat and handed it to Wolf and Jiang Shu sitting in the back, "Top-secret files, do not disclose."
Jiang Shu gazed at Gary through the rearview mirror, their eyes eting in the reflection.
"What’s up?" Gary was a bit puzzled.
"Nothing much." Jiang Shu smiled and began flipping through the pile of docunts Wolf had passed over.
It seed that Gary had already accepted himself as part of the police, and by default, believed he had the right to look through the confidential files.
He looked at the first page of the docunt, his facial expression instantly stiffening.
The chanical Disciples, founded by "Ya," were fanatics of chanics, pursuing extremism, and had planned multiple demonstrative terrorist events that had a very negative impact.
Ya, age unknown, Character Card profession listed as Wanderer, no chanical components found inside his body, possessed a high IQ and anti-social personality, charged with "establishing illegal organizations," "planning terrorist activities" among others, was arrested and imprisoned five years ago with a life sentence.
In the center of the first page was an incarceration photo of Ya, wearing a prison uniform, standing in front of a backdrop, making faces at the cara, looking extrely jovial, without a trace of worry.
Ya looked quite young, with a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, distinct facial features, a typical Western face.
Just like the person Jiang Shu had seen in his dream.
He suddenly understood, and because he understood, he broke out in a cold sweat.
Ya had always known he would appear in this world, so he had prepared an undercover agent in advance at the Seventh District Police Station.
According to that dream, he was also supposed to be incarcerated during this ti, eting Ya, but his fate changed due to Sister Ruo’s appearance.
So, Ya had taken unconventional asures, trying to force a eting through cris such as kidnapping.
"This founder of the chanical Disciples, Ya, where is he imprisoned now?" Jiang Shu asked. This information was not written in the file.
"Special Prison for Criminals, Special Prison, it’s located in the Seventh District," Gary replied, "This prison is sowhat unique, so it’s not written in the file."
"Unique?" Jiang Shu didn’t understand.
"All inmates have committed particular types of cris." Gary thought for a mont, "The conditions for imprisonnt are quite stringent; most of them are special criminals with a significant societal threat."
"Hmm." Jiang Shu nodded.
Clearly, the simple murder he had committed in his dream wasn’t enough to land him in a high-security prison like the Special Prison. There must have been so manipulation behind the scenes.
"Twelve Disciples in total, and with one already dead, that leaves eleven. This says that each Disciple has their base and organizational form, so does that an we need to take down eleven bases?" Wolf skimd over the chanical Disciples’ information.
"More or less." Gary responded, "They are spread out across DEF, three areas in the Thirteen District. It’ll take so effort to eradicate them completely."
He continued, "Moreover, they were probably prepared. In the past month, they haven’t shown themselves much, hiding in these three districts."
"Understood," Wolf smiled. "Eleven Disciple Leaders, hundreds of disciples, and quite a few peripheral mbers, they can’t hide forever. People need to eat and drink, as long as they are still in society, they will leave traces."
"Our Police Chief thinks the sa," Gary said. "We just got full support from above. It’s ti to bring out the covert operatives we’ve placed earlier and eliminate them all at once."
"Let’s hope so," Jiang Shu agreed, having finished reviewing all the data and having Xiao Jia record it.
He asked, "Can we visit the Special Prison?"
"It’s possible, but the approval process is cumberso," Gary said, looking at him in the mirror. "You want to see Ya? He’s been locked up for five years now, and he’s likely lost control of the chanized Disciples. Questioning him won’t reveal much."
"Okay then," Jiang Shu didn’t say much else.
Losing control ant that within two years of imprisonnt, he was still able to instruct his chanized Disciples to painstakingly plant an insignificant spy in the distant Seventh District Police Station.
And this spy’s role exploded into significance three years later.
Jiang Shu leaned back in the rear seat, his hand placed by the door, knuckles rhythmically tapping on the hard plastic armrest.
When thinking, Jiang Shu had a habit of doing this, creating a regular sound in his quiet world, which helped him to get into the zone.
So, the purpose of coming to Thirteen District was now twofold, to clear up Ya’s matter and to find out exactly how much he knew about himself.
Whether it was the Mysterious powers of the world itself at work, or so other factor, he would figure it out.
If it really ca down to it, killing Ya wasn’t out of the question.
The records showed that Ya didn’t have any chanical components installed, not even a Prosthetic Eye, yet such a person had established the organization of chanized Disciples, filled with chanical fanatics.
Ha, interesting.
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In the darkness of an abandoned factory, four figures in masks sat around a conference table, each with a distinct silhouette.
The fox sat primly at the table, appearing exceedingly docile; Devil Wind lounged casually in his chair; Mu Jin examined the length of her nails; Ancient Snake propped his head with a hand, deep in thought.
It was rare for the four mbers of the Deception Group to be gathered together.
"So, what’s the reason for calling us here?" Mu Jin lifted her eyes, shifting her gaze from her fingers to the Fox.
"There are so big events coming up," the Fox smiled. "We promised to benefit the people of Lonely City, we can’t deceive the public, right? Besides, we haven’t appeared before them in a long ti."
"Oh? Aren’t you afraid that... the Magician will co and ss things up again?" Mu Jin’s eyes moved back to her nails.
"He... well," the Fox thought for a mont. "Don’t worry about him. The Magician has gone to the Thirteenth District and won’t be back for a while."
"Are you afraid of him?" Ancient Snake’s voice was magnetic. "If it cos to it, just kill him."
"No," the Fox shook his head. "He’s interesting, so that’s not an option."
Ancient Snake gave the Fox a look. The Fox’s reaction also amused him. The Fox... cared a lot about the life and death of this Magician.
Interesting.
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