I'M Not A Special Character
Traitors Organization Bag.2
The sentence from the fox man managed to make all the members of the first faction numbers sigh heavily. Although the manner of delivering the fox man was still poorly understood, but they already understood the outline.
Operation AM-4 was a mission that was operated with the aim of wiping out in different places. AM stands for Assassination Mission or assassination mission.
Rather than being referred to as a assassination mission, it was more suitable to be called a slaughter mission because they killed everyone who was in the target place without leaving one to stay alive.
The brutally operated AM-4 invites important figures from the surface world to intervene to stop an out-of-control mad mission.
Even the government that usually never interfered on the organizational issues behind the scenes was forced to send war special forces to repulse the Bildeshem organization and ask him to sign an official letter containing the agreement that AM-operations4 will be stopped and will not be re-run.
Then the agenda numbers today are about AM-4 operations that are re-run. Long-buried cases are now beginning to surface. Of course the Bildeshem Organization would be to blame if the banned operation was suddenly found to be being re-enacted.
"So, what are you going to do to solve this problem?" Arsiel folded his hands on his chest, giving the fox man a haughty impression.
"That's why I'm giving you a mission. I am the owner of the Platinum Card and I can provide a mission that suits my standing in the organization." The fox man looked at the members one by one, giving a threatening gesture through his eyes.
"Specifically for you Agent A-09, I'll ask the chief boss to give you a personal briefing." The fox man walked over to Arsiel's chair. But Marchel blocked his steps while throwing a kick right into the belly of the fox man, making him take a few steps back.
The fox man's smile faded instantly, replaced by tightening his jaws in anger.
"I hope you have a good reason for your treatment of me, Agent A-03."
"Of course I have reason and have the right to treat you this way." Marchel snorted loudly in a tone that seemed to belittle the man in front of her at this moment.
"Do you want to say that a Gold Card has the privilege to do hard work on a Card owner on it?"
"No, it's not like that, Mr. Fox. I mean to say that a traitor deserves this kind of treatment."
The words that came from Marchel's mouth managed to make all the special agents stand up from their sitting position. They could not believe Marchel's words, but they could not risk ignoring them either. There was no way a Gold Card would dare to do anything inappropriate to the Card on it, no matter how crazy the agent was. The story is different if an agent has a reason and strong evidence.
"What do you mean, Agent A-03? Do you intend to provoke or trap me?" The fox man began to growl, the veins on his forehead sticking out from under the skin.
"Unfortunately we have strong evidence, Mr. Fox." Arsiel walked forward approaching the fox man, his hands were already preparing to take off the mask worn by the man. Another agent deftly grabbed the fox man so that he could not escape or give an attack.
"What did you say? The owner of the eighth dice? So this son of a bitch is a government dog?" Agent A-06 snorted in annoyance, his gaze as if wanting to kill the man. He is the agent most anti-government he thinks is full of hypocrisy.
"What a surprise. Stupidly we obey the wishes of a tame dog?" Agent A-02 added, judging from the emphasis in every word he said there were very obvious emotions.
"Did your brain stop working?! I've been serving the organization for a long time before you were even formed. So there's no way I'm going to betray this organization!" The fox man defended himself, the look on his face revealed anger that could not be contained anymore.
"Your shrinking brain is consumed by government incitement, the greedy sheep!" Marchel said with low intonation without any emotion tucked into it.
The fox man rebelled in order to escape the entanglements. But his efforts did not bear fruit, the grip that held him so much made it difficult for him to escape. Arsiel brought her face closer, she tried to erase the distance between the two.
"Mrs. Fox, why do you think the organization has trouble finding the culprit? I just found the answer. The obstacle occurs because there are supporters of outsiders who hold high status in an organization."
That sentence was able to make him pause for a moment. It never occurred to him that all the effort he had put in these past few years would be a waste.
"Omong empty! What kind of evidence do you have? I hope it's not just a bluff." The man tightened his jaw, trying to hold back the anger that had been stirring earlier. Arsiel pulled her face away.
"You want proof? Take it easy, because we have prepared evidence that is not just a bluff, as your expectations." Arsiel took something from behind his suit, took out a flash memory data storage device of a fairly small size. Arsiel throws the storage device, then Marchel quickly catches it.
"Research yourself. Me and Agent A-03 will be out of the room ahead of you." Arsiel gestured for Marchel to hand over the storage device to an agent who was doing nothing.
"Ah, don't forget to tie that traitor properly. Don't report this to your boss, because I have an amazing idea to turn the trash into something useful. Take it easy, I'm sure you'll like it too."
After saying that Arsiel immediately stepped towards the exit of the room and was followed by Marchel trailing behind him.
In the corridor passageway not far from where the number meeting was held, Marchel and Arsiel removed the tight-fitting mask she wore during the meeting.
"Finally done. I wouldn't stand having to be in a place like that with a very convoluted man." Arsiel breathed a sigh of relief. His face was covered with sweat from wearing a mask for a long time.
"How did it go?" The voice at the end of the hallway managed to make Arsiel smile.
"Very perfect, even beyond estimates."