Chapter 83: Chapter 083 Bader is Busy
The casualties from the West Gold Building operation were all from the P.W.A.T. department and the CPA department, so FPI didn’t send anyone; they just issued a condolence email internally.
FPI Special Operations Office.
Bader moved the email to the trash and opened the mission briefing for the West Gold Building operation, reading it carefully.
The camera of the operation team captured blurry images, but the contract demon and the expanded doorway were indeed filmed, and there were other surviving investigators on site…
The thief who stole the Spiritual Ability Pistol was also in the building at that time, however, none of the bodies matched…
Where the hell is he?
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After quickly reading it a few times, he looked around and plugged his USB drive into the USB port, downloading and saving the content of the emails.
“Bader, are you still on that case with the lost pistol? I heard it was indefinitely shelved?” a female colleague asked as she passed by.
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“Yes, after the building exploded no one survived, but we still haven’t found that pistol, all clues have ended, we can only shelve it temporarily,” Bader responded as he pressed the Win+D keys, hiding the copying progress bar.
“Congratulations, Bader, one less headache for you,” the female colleague said.
“Don’t let the boss hear you,” Bader replied with a smile.
The funeral took place at 4 p.m. on the day.
Bader left the FPI headquarters, took the bus for seven stops, alighted, looked around, and hailed a taxi to the suburbs, paid the fare, waited ten minutes, and then a black sedan arrived. He got in the car, checking that no one was around, and the car took him towards the Raffi Road District in Opportunity City.
Si’s Consortium Headquarters Building.
This building, entirely black like a tombstone, stood quietly at the center of the Raffi Road commercial district. Each time Bader entered Si’s Consortium building, he found it unbelievable.
Black Crystal Stone-like glass columns supported the first-floor lobby, which was extremely mesmerizing and grand. The floor was made entirely of high-strength glass under which large screens displayed videos of canyon skies and deep seas, dreamlike as if walking above the Abyss.
This was only a branch building of Si’s Consortium; Bader couldn’t imagine what the headquarters would look like…
Bader took the elevator to the forty-first floor, where several burly men in sunglasses stared fiercely at him and pulled out specially-made electrical induction pistols to point at him while another bodyguard searched him.
“Don’t be like that, man, it’s not my first time here,” Bader said helplessly.
His Spiritual Ability USP pistol and a small bag containing the Holy Relic diamonds were taken from him.
“You’ll get your stuff back when you leave, not a thing less, follow me,” the bodyguard said.
Bader followed him to another elevator and went to the top floor of the building. The bodyguard led him to a spacious reception room and then quietly exited, closing the door.
Now alone, Bader stood next to the floor-to-ceiling windows; on the luxurious reception table, there was a bottle of red wine and a wine glass; he poured himself a glass, the wine red as if it were fresh blood.
Outside the window, from the height of the building, one could overlook half of Opportunity City, a large river bisected the city, and on the other side of the river, the remnants of the West Gold Building in Gun Tie District were faintly visible.
“Clang…”
The door to the reception room was pushed open, followed by a series of clanging footsteps.
Bader turned his head and looked at the newcomer, slightly bowing.
The newcomer was a stout but dignified middle-aged man in a black business suit, walking with a calm demeanor. He walked briskly, but Bader could tell he was somewhat jittery and uneasy, fearing someone or something?
The middle-aged man was Pankia, Bader’s employer, the chairman of Si’s Consortium.
“The West Gold Building exploded the day before yesterday, I could see the flash from here, even felt the vibration! And I heard, the sacrificial offerings were inside…”
Bader nodded slightly, also somewhat shocked; Pankia could know so much information, it seemed he placed great importance on that matter.
“No one survived, the P.W.A.T.’s combat cameras were also damaged, not much was captured. But we still confirmed the presence of the contract demon,” Bader said.
He saw a flash of surprise cross Pankia’s face.
Actually, even Bader was very surprised. The Blasphemous Dagger and contract demon were bound together, and it wouldn’t appear unless the ritual’s taboo was broken.
“Contract demon… you better be fucking sure that it is the contract demon. You didn’t see it wrong, did you?” Pankia asked in a domineering tone.
“I am definitely sure it was. In other words, that night you used the Blasphemous Dagger to open the door, and it was successful?” Bader countered.
“That’s none of your business,” Pankia said, turning his head and starting to think.
The ritual itself was not at fault. The beast hunters had all already returned… Why…
“With your FPI agent’s intuition, why do you think the sacrifice did not die?” Pankia changed the topic.
Bader fell into thought, not contemplating the cause of the sacrifice’s death but feeling he had probably disappointed Pankia this time.
Pankia seemed to care a lot about the sacrifice that hadn’t died, an obsession that had manifested into various actions, such as spies and drones. If Si’s consortium had a satellite, Bader was absolutely convinced he would use it to conduct a thorough search of the West Gold Building.
“Logically speaking, since the door was opened, the ritual wasn’t problematic.” Bader spoke after a long contemplation. “You should be aware of the condition in which the door opened…”
“Of course… of course… But he didn’t die, he is still alive. Weren’t you present at the time?” Pankia leaned forward slightly, arms crossed, his face full of distrust.
“No, I wasn’t there, and I can’t speculate why the sacrifice didn’t die; perhaps he has already died in an explosion,” Bader answered.
Pankia walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and gazed toward the West Gold Building, asking, “Have you found the body?”
“No,” Bader answered truthfully.
“Then he definitely didn’t die,” Pankia turned around and looked into Bader’s eyes.
Bader avoided his gaze. Though Pankia was not a Spiritual Ability User, as one of the wealthiest 10% of his generation, his arrogance was enough to crush the fragile self-confidence of any Spiritual Ability User who had to inject themselves monthly.
“You are so sure? Maybe his last survival was just pure luck. We don’t understand enough about the principles behind the Blasphemous Dagger,” Bader said.
Pankia didn’t speak further, his gaze returning toward the direction of the West Gold Building and waved his hand dismissively.
Bader knew Pankia was dismissing him and, watching his back, helplessly shook his head and quietly left the drawing-room.
When closing the door, he heard the sound of a glass shattering.
10 PM.
Opportunity City, Gun Tie District, Fallen Angel Bar.
Bader sat down at the bar and knocked on the table three times.
“Ding, ding, ding…”
The handsome bartender put down his cocktail shaker, smiled, and came over to Bader.
“What would you like, sir?”
“Happy fatso water.”
Hearing this, the bartender glanced at the nearby bodyguard, who got the hint and slowly approached.
“Ordering happy fatso water in a bar, are you looking for trouble?”
“Come make me uncomfortable then.”
The bodyguard patted Bader’s shoulder, and Bader turned around, tactfully stood up.
“Take him upstairs,” the bartender instructed.