Chapter 130: 129 Planning

How could it be this fast?!

Just as Leon couldn’t find an exit and began violently tearing apart the structure, a deeply embedded rebel immediately sensed the anomaly.

Feeling the “dungeon” being relentlessly destroyed amid violent tremors, the scar-faced director’s brow instantly tightened.

Even though he never expected to trap them outright, only hoping to delay them slightly to buy time for his comrades’ escape, their reaction was shockingly swift—upon realizing they couldn’t leave directly, they immediately started smashing the walls; he hadn’t even had time to step out of the Secret Investigation Bureau yet…

What’s going on?

Noticing his changed expression, the female prisoner, her handcuffs now removed, said warily:

Could it be… the Cleanup Bureau has stirred?

No.

The scar-faced giant shook his head upon hearing this:

The director of the Cleanup Bureau’s *** branch is terrifyingly strong; even if half their strength is tied up guarding anomalies, we can’t possibly handle them. If she’s acting, we might as well just wait for death.

The problem is with the one inside the dungeon—he’s currently wrecking the real dungeon. Once he destroys it completely, my replica will collapse.

How could this be?!

Before the female prisoner could speak, the young man beside her exclaimed in shock:

I twisted the stairwell’s upper and lower ends together—any normal person would try climbing for a while, right? It’s been less than half a minute, and he’s already smashing through walls?

I don’t know why either, but now isn’t the time to wonder.

Striding swiftly through the empty Secret Investigation Bureau lobby, the scar-faced director glanced toward the Cleanup Bureau, paused briefly, then spoke directly to his two companions:

You two leave first. Take all the intelligence I gathered back. I’m staying.

Barton!

Hearing this, the young man cried out urgently:

You can’t stay! This is so close to the *** branch—even if our abilities show almost no fluctuation, we’re still likely to alert them! If that woman moves, you’re dead!

It’s fine. When I took on this undercover mission, I already prepared to sacrifice myself at any moment.

Besides, I didn’t just decide to stay now. After Samantha told me about his ability a few days ago, I already planned this.

Pulling out a command seal, he pried open its casing and showed it to his two companions, then explained calmly:

Like this one, the command seal given to Isa also hides one of my “ears.” Just now, while he interrogated Samantha, I was listening from upstairs the whole time.

Samantha, you’ve experienced his interrogation twice—you know how terrifying his ability is. Whether you speak or stay silent, he still gets the answers he wants.

This ability is far too dangerous for us. No one can keep secrets from him. If he starts helping Isa hunt down rebels, all our people will be caught—eventually, every last one of us will be wiped out. So this man must die!

Indeed… my thoughts align with Barton’s…

After hearing the scar-faced director’s words, the female prisoner clenched her fists, then nodded with fearful agreement:

That man is like a demon—not just his mind games, but the feeling he gives off.

Honestly, when I look at him, I sometimes get hallucinations—like horns growing from his head. If we can eliminate him early, even paying a price is acceptable…

But you don’t have to stay, Barton!

Seeing the other two agree to this “one life for two” plan, the young man cried out:

We’re hidden; he’s exposed! There will be other chances later—frame him, kidnap his family, ambush him, assassinate him…

No, those methods might not work at all.

The scar-faced giant shook his head after thinking:

After hearing Samantha’s account, I’d already been planning to eliminate him. But when Isa suddenly brought him here, it caught me off guard. And the moment I thought of killing him on the spot, he looked up and met my gaze almost simultaneously.

So if I’m not wrong, his ability’s cost is extremely low—perhaps even constantly active. If someone harbors intense hostility toward him, he immediately senses it and prepares in advance…

Wait?!

Hearing this, the female prisoner exclaimed in shock:

You mean… before he even went downstairs, he sensed your hatred? Then that means…

You’re right. That’s exactly what happened.

The scar-faced giant said, somewhat helplessly:

Before interrogating you, he already suspected something. After he and Isa entered the dungeon and kept seeing my name on the registration forms, he must’ve figured out my identity. So your anomaly was tricked out of you.

…

But it’s not all lost.

Seeing the female prisoner’s face filled with regret and remorse, the scar-faced giant comforted her:

He realized I was suspicious—but I also realized he knew I was a spy. So before they entered the dungeon, I already set things in motion. That’s why this chance to eliminate him has appeared!

Saying this, the scar-faced giant’s gaze hardened:

So listen to me. You two leave now. The ability I’ve granted you isn’t much, but it’s enough to help you avoid people and escape beyond the city district.

The young man hesitated:

What about you…

Go now!

Let’s go—at least we must deliver Barton’s intelligence back!

…

Ugh!!!

After repeated pleas from his two seniors, the young man stomped his foot hard, then hoisted the female prisoner onto his back and sprinted out of the empty Secret Investigation Bureau lobby without looking back.

It was daytime, and the streets were busy, yet strangely, everyone ignored the two of them.

Wherever they passed, people around them vanished one by one, only reappearing farther away after they left—as if existing in a different world…

Go, go. As long as the intelligence reaches them, my years of undercover work won’t have been in vain.

Standing at the entrance of the Secret Investigation Bureau, watching his two companions’ receding figures, the scar-faced giant raised a hand to touch the grotesque scar stretching from his face to his ears, then pulled his lips into a faint, relieved smile before turning toward the stairwell.

At least it’s one for two—not a bad trade!

And since I no longer expect to return… let’s make some noise.