Catastrophe Card King-Chapter 102 - 66 Special Field Operations of Bureau

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Chapter 102: Chapter 66 Special Field Operations of Bureau

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After the Corpse Collector had cleaned up the bodies, the four field agents from the Golden Oak didnโ€™t stay for long and quickly left the scene.

At this moment, no one was aware that on a distant ruined bell tower, three mysterious figures had been observing the wreckage of the Border Clinic for a while with a telescope.

The leader was a bearded middle-aged man in a brown leather jacket, emanating the smell of alcohol. He looked an average hunter, the type you could find a dozen of in any pub on Downing Street.

Accompanying him were a young man and a woman.

The woman was dressed in a black bodysuit with short, neat hair, and a high-end firearm strapped to her waist. She also had sophisticated mechanical equipment on her arms and legs.

On the other hand, the man was a short geek with a mushroom haircut, carrying a deer leather backpack and wearing round glasses. He looked like an inexperienced student from a noble academy.

They had been observing the site for quite a while.

From the beginning of the clinicโ€™s battle, they had been present, attentively observing the entire operation.

After waiting for a while,

Mushroomhead finally gave in, pushing up his glasses, looking puzzled, he asked, โ€œCaptain, the guys from Golden Oak are gone, what are we still waiting for?โ€

The middle-aged man in the leather jacket nonchalantly smiled, โ€œTo see if we can find any other clues.โ€

At this moment, the woman in the bodysuit asked, โ€œCaptain, why donโ€™t we just access Golden Oakโ€™s archives instead of conducting our own investigation?โ€

The man was Reuel Bible, a private detective.

However, their hidden identities were the special field agents of the Federationโ€™s โ€œX Bureau.โ€

The two young people were his assistants. Reuel Bible, not stingy with his words, explained further, โ€œAda, Sinless City is not as simple as it appears on the surface. Before the Great Catastrophe, the Old Continent was the infamous battleground of many gods. This city is a crucial connecting point for the Old Continent. The Ancient God Sect in the city isnโ€™t limited to just the โ€˜Silver Moon Sectโ€™โ€ฆโ€

โ€œAhโ€ฆ I know this.โ€

Listening to this, Mushroomhead, like a diligent student called upon by his teacher to answer a question, immediately responded.

He recited as if from a book, โ€œMy ancient history teacher at the academy mentioned that many followers of the Old Days were exiled to Sinless City. There were several records of Old God Demons from the Upper Era who left their religious ancestries, such as the โ€˜Master of Dreams and Pleasureโ€™ Arachne, the โ€˜Source of Plague and Decayโ€™ Seth, the โ€˜Lord of the Undead and Darknessโ€™โ€ฆโ€

โ€œHehe.โ€

Reuel Bible interrupted Mushroomheadโ€™s recitation with a laugh and said, โ€œDonโ€™t just casually mention those names, kid. Although the Old God Demons are a thing of the past, as long as their beliefs persist, they could potentially resurrect from ancient times. In other places, this doesnโ€™t matter. But here, carelessly mentioning those taboo names might draw the attention of some special existencesโ€ฆ Be careful what you say.โ€

Only then did Mushroomhead realize, โ€œUhโ€ฆ oh.โ€

The woman named Ada contemplated for a moment, as if guessing something, then said, โ€œCaptain, are you suggestingโ€ฆ that there are problems within Golden Oak?โ€

Reuel Bible did not respond directly, but said, โ€œPollution of faith is harder to handle than any kind of physical pollutionโ€ฆ otherwise, the bureauโ€™s secret agent, Captain Baron, would not have defectedโ€ฆโ€

The three of them continued chatting for almost another hour.

As the fire on the ruins died down, the light near the Border Clinic also dimmed.

Suddenly, through the night vision of the telescope, they spotted a sneaky figure near the clinic.

Mushroomhead was the first to notice, exclaiming excitedly, โ€œCaptain, someone went in!โ€

Reuel Bible naturally saw it too, his alcohol-glazed eyes gleaming like he had confirmed something, โ€œJust as I thought.โ€

Ada hurriedly asked, โ€œCaptain, should we go and capture him?โ€

Reuel Bible, without any hurry, shook his head, โ€œNo rush. Letโ€™s see what heโ€™s looking out for.โ€

Mushroomhead, curious, said, โ€œCaptain, how did you know someone would come back? Besides, all the evidence at that base was taken by Golden Oak, why would anyone come back?โ€

Reuel Bible said meaningfully, โ€œIf nobody came, that would mean thereโ€™s nothing. But now that someone has come, it means thereโ€™s something in that base that Golden Oakโ€™s agents didnโ€™t find. And itโ€™s likely something very important to the Silver Moon believers, or they wouldnโ€™t risk coming back.โ€

After a pause, as if he had come to some kind of conclusion, he added, โ€œInterestingโ€ฆ Seems like thereโ€™s a mysterious โ€˜third partyโ€™ who took that thing.โ€

โ€œUhโ€ฆ What third party?โ€

Mushroomhead was confused, clearly not understanding.

At this moment, they saw the sneaky figure appear from the ruins again.

โ€œCaptain, the guy came out.โ€

โ€œLetโ€™s go, follow him!โ€

As their voices fell, the trio also disappeared from the bell tower.

Meanwhile, Leonard Churchill had returned to the Corpse Collector building of Team 18 in North City with a car.

But this time, he didnโ€™t rush to devour the Secret Cause Spirit Medium instantly; instead, he cut off a small piece of it.

Then, holding it, he walked all the way back to the dormitory building, exposing it to the air as he went.

The Corpse Collectors often had shortages of staff, so there were many empty rooms upstairs.

Leonard found a room where there was no one living to either side, walked in, and left the small spirit media there, like cheese on a mousetrap.

Then, he took out a highly-sensitive Demon-breaking Mechanical Bomb worth one hundred thousand and rigged up a Mysterious Thunder with a very fine steel wire.

As soon as anyone opened the door of this room, the directional bomb would immediately detonate.

He knew very well that this second spirit medium would be more troublesome than the first.

If anyone really did come to investigate, he wouldnโ€™t be able to easily dodge it like before.

This Mysterious Thunder might not be able to kill the person who followed the smell, but at least it could give him some reaction time.

After closing the door, Leonard walked back the way he had come to the morgue, making sure the smell overlapped.

He didnโ€™t run amok. ๐“ฏ๐™ง๐’†๐’†๐”€๐’†๐“ซ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐’†๐“ต.๐™˜๐“ธ๐“ถ

Until the spirit medium was completely consumed, nowhere would be safe.

This was why he didnโ€™t think it was important whether this thing could be stored in the Storage Ring or not.

Anyway, keeping it in his hand was a dangerous liability; he had to digest it as soon as possible.

Having achieved his goal of getting a job, there was no need for Leonard to go out on duties with the team.

To prevent anyone from disturbing him, he pulled open one of the empty metal coffins used for storing bodies and climbed inside.

With a โ€œclang,โ€ the metal coffin closed and completely locked.

The large morgue immediately fell quiet.

With the ticking clock, Leonard Churchill lay in a steel box that was already covered with blast-resistant armor, and immediately began to feast.

Once the [Feast] was activated, the extraordinary traits from the spirit medium in his hand surged into his body like a tide.

โ€˜You used Feast Devour, physique +0.03T

โ€˜You used Feast Devour, strength +โ€ฆโ€™

Enlightenment appeared, and a string of exaggerated numbers, even more so than the last time, constantly emerged.

In a blink of an eye, several hours had passed.

Leonard, lying in the pitch-black iron box, was completely oblivious to the time slipping away.

He continued to feast incessantly, swallowing as much as his body could handle.

The last time on Tailor Street, the spirit medium was feasted upon for more than ten hours, this one had nearly half more extraordinary traits.

Itโ€™s good to have more energy.

But it also means that the risk will become greater and greater.

Unconsciously, the strength value on the panel had skyrocketed from 4.9 to 7.1, and it was still rising.

Now Leonardโ€™s [Demonโ€™s Feast] had reached Lvl, his body with increased endurance allowed him to feast with more efficiency than before.

However, even so, several hours had passed and he had still not completely devoured the spirit medium.

Leonard estimated that it would take at least three more hours to completely devour this spirit medium.

โ€œLetโ€™s hope these tactics can be delayed until daybreakโ€ฆโ€

With a flash of thought, Leonard continued to feast.

No matter what means the Outer God Followers had to sense the spirit medium, once he had finished feasting, everything would settle down.

However, this time, the enemy arrived earlier than he had anticipated.

While Leonard was feasting on the spirit medium in the morgue drawers.

A dark figure quietly arrived at Team 18โ€™s corpse collector dormitory.

The Plague Doctor, Hensen, had just gone to look for the field agents of the Golden Oak Security Company, but found no sign of the lost spirit medium at the stronghold.

Determined not to lose, he had no choice but to try his luck at the corpse collectorโ€™s branch.

After all, these two groups were the only ones who had entered the altar of the stronghold.

The spirit medium was gone, someone had to have taken it.

But he didnโ€™t hold out much hope.

After all, it was the same procedure as last time on Tailor Street.

Normally, these low-level corpse collectors wouldnโ€™t be able to notice the divine signs within the ritual.

Not to mention, the thing would be useless to an ordinary person.

However, this time was different!

As soon as Hensen arrived at the corpse collectorโ€™s dormitory, he detected a trace of the spirit mediumโ€™s scent.

Normally the bodies used for sacrifice would carry a residual smell of the spirit mediumโ€ฆ free(w)ebnovel(.)com

But what surprised him was that this time there were two scents of the spirit medium.

One went to the underground morgue, and the other went upstairs?

The corpse collectors wouldnโ€™t possibly move the bodies upstairs.

This meant that the spirit medium was the source of the scent!

Hensen cursed angrily: โ€œDamn it, itโ€™s here of all places!โ€

He didnโ€™t know why the spirit medium would appear in a small corpse collector headquarters.

But the fact was right before his eyes.

It was exactly because he had held no hope at all, that he was so shocked at this moment.

He couldnโ€™t believe that the simple corpse collectors could actually find the spirit medium and even take it away?

Unable to comprehend, he didnโ€™t dwell on it.

All three strongholds of their Silver Moon Sect had been discovered now, and throughout Sinless City, the Silver Moon Believers, like them, were being eradicated.

Hensen had to recover the spirit medium as soon as possible, it was the most important artifact to connect with their great god.

The cloaked man didnโ€™t hesitate much longer, subtly scanning the surroundings and then headed up the stairs.

The scent was intermittent, as if someone had deliberately used a deodorizing potion to treat it.

Humph!

If it wasnโ€™t for him being one of the four pillars of the sect, able to sense the hint of divinity resonating within the scent of the spirit medium, anyone else would have been fooled.

Just with this alone made him more certain, it was indeed the spirit medium!

Upon arriving at the door, Hensen stared at the tightly closed door of room 504, at this moment he was sure that the thing was inside the room.

He observed the surroundings once more, sensing something was afoot.

But he must retrieve the precious object, he had no room to back off.

The cloaked man pulled out a card, and in a blink of an eye, he had a sharp scalpel in his hand.

He gently slid the scalpel over the door lock, and with a crisp sound, the iron lock broke apart just like it were slicing through air.

Before he could push open the door, there was a faint sound of a pin being pulled from a grenade.

The cloaked manโ€™s face changed slightly: โ€œBomb?โ€

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