Chapter 1868
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“Otherwise, you’ll just end up trapping her, exactly like her parents…”
Director Weaver abruptly cut himself off.
That was highly classified intel Dane wasn’t cleared for, and he couldn’t say another word.
“Regardless, I give you my word. A breach like this will never happen again.”
Dane treated the promise like garbage. “So, did you track them down this time?”
Weaver choked slightly. “They’re paranoid. Every operative on the ground was a burnable asset.”
“Anyone who could talk was silenced.”
“Heh,” Dane sneered coldly.
This was his so-called ‘word’?
The enemy orchestrated an apocalyptic crash, and FIB headquarters couldn’t even grab a single thread.
Not only that, but they were relying on Claire and The James Village to do the heavy lifting!
It was a bad joke.
“Dane, try not to hyperventilate.”
“We’re doing everything we can.”
“I know you want to step back in and help us. How about this? I’ll file the paperwork right now…”
Weaver smoothly blocked Dane’s path of attack.
Dane had absolutely zero desire to go back to them.
“Dane, give Claire a heads-up. Ask if she’d be willing to lend a hand. Her tech skills are off the charts; see if she can run the traffic network feeds from that day and flag the ghost vehicles.”
“I’m certain those few cars weren’t the only ones in the grid.”
“If we run plates against the broader network, we’ll find the command node.”
Dane went dead silent. “…She’s injured.”
Weaver hesitated on the other end.
After a long pause, he asked, “Since when does a mild concussion count as an ‘injury’ in your book?”
Who was the guy who almost bled out on an op and didn’t even flinch?
“It counts.” Dane couldn’t care less about the medical definition of a concussion.
In his eyes, the physical impact of the crash was the least of it.
She had been traumatized!
“I have a century-old wild ginseng root in my vault. If Claire helps run the feeds, consider it a worthy trade.”
“I’ll ask her.”
Dane finally yielded.
Director Weaver chuckled, though his face immediately twisted in agony.
His former commander had brought that ginseng back from a high-risk zone years ago. It was priceless.
He hadn’t even dared to use it himself.
Still, it wasn’t going to an outsider.
If things played out right, this Claire girl might end up joining the fold anyway.
He just had to figure out how to con her into joining FIB headquarters.
He respected her skills immensely.
Asking for her help wasn’t just about her God-tier hacking; it was photographic memory.
Dane had that exact same ability.
But Dane was currently running a massive corporate empire, and Weaver didnt feetright exploiting him for grunt work.
However, Weaver quickly realized Dane had completely played him.
He had handed over the ginseng,
only for Dane to casually mention et e had finals coming et
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However, Dane graciously offered to provide the technical support himself.
Director Weaver was livid. After all that maneuvering, they both knew exactly what game they were playing.
Dane wanted to con him out of his premium stash, and Weaver wanted to con Claire into the agency.
Clearly, Dane was the better grifter.
“You’ve changed, Dane!”
This guy used to hate meddling in other people’s business, but now he was
scamming his own mentor for his fiancée.
“You’re overthinking it, Director.”
Dane’s tone remained perfectly glacial.
They were master and apprentice; they knew each other inside out.
Weaver didn’t push it. As long as
someone
analyzed the
Set
found the anomalies, it didn’t matter who did the typing.
Dane’s skills were unmatched.
He successfully isolated several ghost vehicles.
FIB headquarters collaborated with the police, pulling in numerous suspects for
interrogation, but made zero arrests.
Because they had no hard evidence.
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