CHAPTER 725: CHAPTER 436: INTELLIGENCE GAME_2

However, in the human world, no superpower user has yet been born who can escape from under Lu Heng’s nose.

Lu Heng raised his hand to grasp the flames, sliced open the wall with a single sword, and rushed out of the laboratory with the flames, throwing them onto the street.

Once he left the fire scene, he finally saw the shape of the flames clearly.

It was a humanoid flame, with the entire body burning.

Xie Shi’en followed out as well, releasing the spiritual field to extinguish the flames on this person’s body, finally revealing his true face.

This fiery figure’s true face was a bald black man, his entire body as black as charcoal.

Upon seeing the fiery figure’s true face, Lu Heng recognized the person’s class, a Third Transition [Flaming Gargoyle], no wonder he could hide in the fire scene.

If Lu Heng didn’t trust Su Muyu’s abilities, it wouldn’t have been possible for the arsonist to escape silently, he might have missed this person.

This person hid in the fiercest flames in the storage room, which was filled with toxic chemicals; a normal person would be in trouble with just one breath.

If Lu Heng didn’t possess the S-Level [Divine Origin Battle Armor], he wouldn’t have dared to enter and check it out.

If Lu Heng hadn’t checked the storage room earlier, after the four of them left, this black man could have easily left.

...

After the flames were extinguished, the black man got up and still wanted to escape.

Lin Zeyu caught up, smashed him to the ground with the butt of his gun, then placed the muzzle against the back of his head and asked, "Speak! Who sent you?"

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk..."

This black man’s resolve was not strong at all, and under the butt of the gun, he quickly gave in and said, "It was Detli International Defense Company, I was following the broker’s arrangement."

Although Detli International Defense Company is named a company, it is actually a mercenary organization and undertakes many international tasks.

In fact, many mercenary organizations aren’t just one company; they have multiple companies operating, some responsible for accepting tasks, others for carrying out the work.

Lu Heng had seen the name Detli International Defense Company in intelligence reports; it’s a mercenary organization company with ASE Alliance background, with the largest shareholder being the Berg Family.

This genetic biolab also belonged to the Berg Family, so having them send people to destroy lab documents was perfectly normal.

At this moment.

Lu Heng received a call through a secret line, and upon answering, it was Jian Qing’s voice.

"How’s it going on your side?"

"No personnel were injured, but the operation wasn’t successful. The laboratory was engulfed in fire, and it’s unlikely we’ll find anything useful," Lu Heng glanced at the rescued documents, holding little hope for their value.

"The other six teams also followed your orders and did not engage. Additionally, three teams conducted more extensive reconnaissance and found that the target base had an ambush," Jian Qing quickly reported on the status of the other six action teams.

"The news has been leaked on this operation; immediately conduct a self-investigation and find the source of the leak, otherwise nothing will work."

Although this operation was not successful, Lu Heng remained relatively calm.

Tonight’s operation aimed for a Thunderous Strike to catch the Creator Organization off guard.

Since the other side received the information in advance and set up an ambush, forcibly proceeding under these conditions would inevitably result in heavy casualties, even if eventually victorious.

By comparison, aborting the operation is acceptable, but casualties are not.

As the intelligence had been leaked, it indicated a failure in the information phase, making stopping the operation the correct choice.

"Investigation of the source of the leak has already begun; I will notify you with the results," Jian Qing replied.

"Now arrange for all the action teams to retreat; I’m worried the opponent might launch a counterattack. You have more experience with such situations, so I won’t interfere," Lu Heng reminded.

"Understood, I’ll have the action teams retreat right away. If there’s indeed a counterattack, Special Forces in the battle zone will be deployed," Jian Qing reassured Lu Heng.

In operations involving foreign forces like this, it’s inconvenient for unit warriors to participate, but if it’s about protecting our nationals evacuating from danger zones, even warships can be sent.

Lu Heng continued, "One more thing, have the intelligence department contact Ke Yiming to probe the situation."

"Alright, I’ll arrange it," Jian Qing agreed.

The call ended, and Lu Heng turned to look at the street side.

Lin Zeyu was still dealing with the black man, extracting more information.

Lu Heng interrupted, "Ask about the location of the Berg Family’s higher-ups."

Lin Zeyu slammed the butt again but couldn’t get an answer, reluctantly replying, "He says he doesn’t know."

"Then kill him," Lu Heng said, stepping toward the center of Layden City.

Subsequently, a gunshot echoed from behind.

After dealing with the black man, the four-team members left the street with the retrieved documents.

...

In Mitchell State, inside a tastefully elegant manor.

The spacious dining room was exquisitely arranged, with a three-meter-long table draped in a clean cloth, on top of which stood six candelabras with candles lit.

The air was filled with the fragrance of candle incense.

From the vintage record player, a gentle piano piece "Für Elise" played.

A server brought a roasted turkey, sliced it at the table, cut the thickest part of the meat into neat slices, each precisely 12 millimeters thick, without deviation.

Once the turkey was sliced, it was served to Will Berg.

Will Berg picked up the napkin from the table, tucked it into his collar, and began eating with a knife and fork; after taking a bite, he set the fork down and gestured across the long table.

The server nodded in acknowledgment and placed the second serving of sliced turkey in front of Ke Yiming.

There were only two diners today, Will Berg as the host, and Ke Yiming as the guest.

Ke Yiming didn’t know what kind of madness was in the mind of this Berg family member; after leaving the studio, he was treated as an esteemed guest and allowed to dine with the host.

Though he rarely had western cuisine, he knew turkey was usually a festive dish or for important guests.

Ke Yiming didn’t understand what this madman across the table wanted, but he knew for sure he had no power to choose.

So he picked up the knife and fork, ready to act as a suitable guest.

Only, when he looked at the turkey meat on the plate, his expression froze as the turkey meat was seeping blood.

Yes, this turkey wasn’t cooked, not even a quarter cooked.

Though he rarely ate turkey, Ke Yiming knew it was usually roasted in the oven for a long time; normally, it would be overcooked rather than seeping blood.

He picked up a piece of blood-seeping turkey meat with his fork, hesitated for a couple of seconds, and then closed his eyes to shove it into his mouth.

The taste was terrible. Turkey is not particularly delicious to begin with, and raw turkey meat had a nauseating gamey flavor.

However, compared to surviving, this was nothing.

Ke Yiming forced the turkey meat down with closed eyes, swearing in his heart never to eat such disgusting stuff again if he survived.

At this moment.

The phone in his pocket vibrated.

He took it out and glanced at a message; it was an advertisement.

Such advertisement messages, even if seen by others, wouldn’t arouse suspicion.

However, this ad message was actually a communication code.

He hesitated for a couple of seconds and then looked up at Will Berg, hesitating to speak.

Will Berg dabbed his mouth softly with a napkin to clean a blood streak and asked, "Do you have something to say?"

Ke Yiming exhaled and answered, "Lu Heng’s person contacted me."

He didn’t know the true identity of the intelligence personnel contacting him, thinking it was someone arranged by Lu Heng, but it was actually professional military intelligence personnel.

Will Berg considered for three seconds and then said, "Reply to him."

"What should I reply?" Ke Yiming frowned.

"In your usual way," Will Berg laid down the knife and fork, leaned back in his chair, sitting quietly like a genteel gentleman.

Ke Yiming opened a webpage, typed in information, and sent it out.

A moment later, he received a reply: "Someone wants to meet me."

"Who wants to meet you?" Will Berg inquired.

Ke Yiming shook his head, "I don’t know; I’m not entitled to ask that question. Asking would raise suspicion from the other side."

Will Berg accepted this answer, saying, "Agree to his request and meet him."

Ke Yiming immediately tensed up; he was now under the control of this madman who had gained the Prince of Blood bloodline on the other side, giving him no room for choice.

This meeting, if the other side discovered anything wrong, he would likely be executed on the spot.

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