Lassen was stretched out on his couch, a novel in hand, while the system buzzed in his mind.
[Host, I've compiled the report you requested. A complete list of spies infiltrated by Geria is ready: nas, locations, correspondences—everything is included.]
Lassen put his book down, a lazy smile on his face. "Perfect. I hope it wasn't too hard for you, huh?"
[I exist to fulfill your every whim,] replied the system, its tone dripping with sarcasm. [So, what's your plan?]
Lassen thought for a mont before sitting up slightly in his chair.
"Find soone in that country who's honest, high-ranking, and influential enough to act on this information."
[An almost impossible task, but I'll try] said the system.
A few seconds later, it continued: [The Director-General of the National Police seems to fit your criteria. An honest, respected man, fully committed to Macro.]
Lassen nodded, satisfied. "Good. Hack his computer. I'll talk to him directly."
[You know, you could start with a polite letter. But no, let's jump straight to hacking. Very well.]
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On the other side, the Director-General of the Police, a man in his fifties, was poring over reports, his brow furrowed. Suddenly, the screen of his computer went black, replaced by a rudintary chat platform. Just as he was about to call IT, a ssage appeared:
> "Calm down, Director."
The Director took a deep breath. He knew that if he replied, he'd open a door to his mysterious interlocutor, but it was already too late to back out. Hesitantly, he typed on his keyboard:
> "Who are you?"
> "That's not very important, but you can call Mr. X."
The Director's eyes widened. The mysterious genius who had recently captured the world's attention, solved a major mathematical conjecture, and humiliated a famous group of hackers was speaking to him.
> "What do you want?"
> "How about we et? I have important information to share."
The Director, though wary, replied:
> "If you really are who you claim to be, it would be an honor for and for the country. But I'll need proof before taking a plane to et you."
On the other side, Lassen burst out laughing.
"Hahaha! He wants proof. We live in the sa country, in the sa city, and he's talking about taking a plane!" He shook his head in amusent before letting out a sigh. "People always think geniuses are sowhere far away, when they're right next door."
[May I remind you that I'm the one doing all the work?] the system cut in, breaking Lassen's train of thought.
"Damn system, let be sentintal for once," Lassen grumbled. Then, turning to Alex, he said, "Set up a eting with this gentleman tonight. And Alex, go buy a car. Sothing dark and classy. We're going to use the villa sooner than planned."
[A bold plan] comnted the system. [Should I inform the Director that a chauffeur will pick him up?]
"Yes. Let him know he'll be picked up tonight. And make it clear that the outco of the next war might depend on his decision to co."
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After receiving Lassen's final ssage, the Director's computer returned to normal. But the Director paid no attention to it. His mind was flooded with scenarios, ranging from a deadly trap to a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity to protect his country.
Finally, he took a deep breath. For Macro, he was willing to take the risk. He began ntally preparing for the eting.
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anwhile, Lassen, still lounging in his chair, addressed the system.
"System, if I really have to go out tonight, I'll need soone to drive. I'm certainly not wasting my ti behind the wheel. And a bodyguard wouldn't hurt either."
[I see where this is going. Would you like to generate another assistant?]
"Exactly. Make him elegant, intimidating, and discreet. The perfect blend of chauffeur and bodyguard."
[Your imagination is fascinating. Let work.]
Monts later, a towering figure appeared in the room. A tall, muscular man in a perfectly tailored dark suit stood before Lassen. He had sharp features, a piercing gaze, and an impeccable posture.
"Master" he said in a deep, respectful voice. "I am at your service."
Lassen looked him up and down, clearly impressed.
"Not bad, system. What's his na?"
[I've nad him Adrian. He's programd to et your needs and ensure your safety.]
Adrian gave a slight bow.
"Very well, Adrian. Tonight, you'll be my driver and bodyguard. Prepare the car Alex is bringing and make sure everything is ready for the eting."
"Understood, Master" Adrian replied in a neutral tone before leaving the room.
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When the ti for the eting arrived, a black sedan with tinted windows waited outside an official building. The Director, wearing a dark coat, approached cautiously. The rear door opened automatically, and Adrian, still impassive, stood nearby, waiting for him to enter.
"Please step inside, Director," said Adrian, his voice firm but respectful.
Hesitant, the Director climbed into the car. The luxurious, dark interior added a layer of mystery to the atmosphere. He cast a nervous glance at Adrian, who drove with precise control.
"Will… Mr. X be there?" the Director asked hesitantly.
Adrian remained silent, focused on the road. After a few minutes, he finally replied:
"You'll see him soon."
The Director, still wary, couldn't help but feel his excitent build. Who was this mysterious man willing to et him in person?
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