Chapter 421: Named
From the words of the Director, Ryder had a feeling that someone high up in the position was coming to meet them who could only be someone from the government or the Uprising.
In any case, he needed to kill the man. If he left in time, that would be amazing. If it was someone from the government, they could have handled everything. If it were someone from the Uprising, that would even be better since that person would be accused of killing the guy.
The first thing he needed to see was if the room had any cameras. Normally, this room shouldn’t have one as far as he had expected. It was the room of the head where supposedly many secret and shady deals might have taken place. No person in authority would like to have a camera in his room if he could control it.
Ryder casually looked around the room. He acted so subtly that it didn’t seem as if he was trying to search for something. It seemed more as if he was actually bored.
He was sure the director would notice no matter how better he was at sneaking around, so he didn’t hide and embraced the boredom.
As he expected, the Director noticed his movement. "Are you bored?"
"A little," Ryder answered as he returned to his normal position. He had already found out what he wished to know. There was no camera in the room. At least, not openly.
There was still a chance that there could be a hidden camera, but at this point, he didn’t care for that. It wasn’t as if he was doing it with his real face. Even if the camera recorded everything, it would only show Handerson being the one who fired the shot, not Ryder.
That would, however, stump his plans of getting the person who came here to be blamed since the camera will prove that the person wasn’t the one who shot.
No matter what the situation was, he knew he couldn’t wait.
His right hand was under the table where the Director couldn’t see.
"Janus, open inventory," he whispered softly.
"Hmm? Did you say something?" The man on the other side of the table asked as he felt like he heard Ryder say something.
"Nothing." Ryder shook his head as he glanced at the middle-aged man.
"Hmm," Director Mark nodded his head as he started looking back at the screen of his laptop.
The invention was opened in front of Ryder’s hand. He tapped on the gun with the silencer. The gun appeared in his hand.
He was just about to raise his hand to shoot the Silver Haired Mark, planning to shoot him. Things didn’t go as Ryder had planned, though.
Before he could even bring his hand out from under the table, he heard the sound of the door behind unlocked.
Who was it that dared to enter Mark’s room without knocking on the door? It must be the one who they were waiting for. The person was already here?
He hurriedly kept the gun back in his inventory.
"Welcome, Sir," Mark stood up respectfully, which stunned Ryder even more.
Ryder was stunned to see the middle-aged man so respectful. Was the president here? Even that woman shouldn’t attract much attention.
Ryder also stood up as he turned around.
He could see an old man standing behind him.
The old man looked like he was seventy-eight years old.
His head was full of white hair. His long white beard came down to his chest. There was a golden cane in his hand, the bottom of which was touching the ground.
The man was standing in a perfect position, though. It didn’t seem like he needed the cane.
"Please have a seat, my King," Mark said to the old man as he stepped aside, clearing the path of his chair.
The old man stepped forward with an expressionless face while Ryder stayed still, wondering what he had just heard.
’My King? Is he just being respectful, or is the man actually a King from Uprising? Could he be the one that tried to get Bastion assassinated or someone else? The Uprising might have more Kings. It should be a title for them,’ Ryder thought as he frowned.
’The two guys that I had faced must be Kings as well. So they are using an aristocratic hierarchy... This must mean they don’t have one leader but a group of leaders that they call king, and this guy is one of their leaders, assuming he isn’t an actual king,’ he thought.
Mark walked beside Ryder and stood before the second chair.
The old man sat down on the chair. "Sit," he said softly
Mark sat down, and Ryder followed suit.
"So, did you guys manage to get any answers from the guy?" The old man asked as he placed the cane on the table.
"Ray is a very experienced agent. He is fully trained not to open his mouth even when facing extreme tortures of the enemy. I am sure he wouldn’t tell us if he doesn’t wish to, no matter how hard we torture him."
"He is also one of our best agents who has impeccable control of himself. He is really a genius. He can even fool Lie Detector tests," Mark started explaining.
’Oh? Are they talking about Ray? As I expected... The Uprising guys were going to come after Ray to get to me. They are already here...’ Ryder thought as he kept his gaze at the cane. He didn’t let any expressions show on his face since he didn’t want to get caught.
He noticed Mark’s reactions when facing the man, and he was trying to enact the same thing though a little less noticeable.
"So we have been trying to use other methods,"
"I haven’t asked you to praise me. Tell me what methods you have been trying and if you got any results?" The man asked as he chided Mark.
"Ah, right. We have sent Ray’s phone to our experts, hoping to find something to use. We did manage to find something," Mark explained.
"You found the number of the guy we’re looking for? Give me his location," the old man asked, sighing.
"We didn’t manage to find the number of the person he called. As I had said, he is a pretty clear guy. He was most probably using some other way to contact the man. Or he was cleverly removing all the traces of the call, but we did find a few suspicious contacts in his contact list," Mark said as he showed a piece of paper to the old man.
"In his contact list, there are two hundred men who aren’t the agents of our agency. All those two hundred are under suspicion, but even amongst them, I have selected fifty guys who are the most suspicious after we conducted a background search on them. This is the list of the fifty guys," he continued.
The old man picked up the paper in his hand and started reading it.
"Hu Xianhuan?" The old man read the first name.
"He is from the country of China who happened to enter the country only ten days before the appearance of the masked man. He also happened to be in DC, where the person first appeared. He was also in the city where the man appeared the second time. He is our primary suspicion," Mark explained the reason for the man being on the list.
"Taison Blake?" The old men read the next name.
"Yeah. The reason for suspicion is because he wasn’t a relative to Ray or an agent here, but his number is saved as family. From what I could gather, the two of them barely knew each other but still, tagging the person as family is suspicious," Mark answered. "His whereabouts at the time when the Masked Man appeared are unknown."
"Third name, Ryder Flynn?" The old man asked as he moved over to the next name on the list.
Hearing his name, Ryder grew stunned. There was his name as well? That fool Ray took so many precautions, but he forgot to delete his name from the contact list? Either Ray wasn’t as alert, or Mark was much more clever than Ray. Whatever being the case, the risk was now on him.
"Yeah. He is third on the list created by me. He is a pretty odd case if I just say so myself. He happens to be poor, but he got pretty rich within a short timeframe, and he even opened a company of his own," Mark answered.
"Now, according to our sources, he achieved all this with the help of Dream Corporation since he knows someone high up in the organization. Still, I have a feeling that his relationship with Ray doesn’t make sense. He also happened to be in the two cities at the time when the masked guy appeared, so we can’t forget him," he continued.
