Facing the threat, Dean’s execution efficiency was frighteningly high.
An hour ago, he had been in the suburbs of Los Angeles, dealing with the Cannibal Demon. An hour later, he had returned to downtown Los Angeles and arrived at the target’s residence.
Of all the people Dean knew, there was only one widow: Portolia.
She was a detective of the First Murder Squad. Her husband had been killed in the line of duty, leaving her with a very young son. In her twenties and buxomly mature, she was like a juicy peach—a walking hormone.
At the same time, Portolia was also Yamaguchi Yuko’s cousin. This afternoon, she had even participated in the FBI’s questioning of Yamaguchi Yuko. She was a perfect fit for the mole who had been tipping off the Cannibal Demon.
Now, Dean was ready to send her back to her homeland to see the cherry blossoms.
The only problem was, he wasn’t sure if Portolia would stay put in her residence after his probing, waiting for danger to come.
For an internal member of the Lucifer Game Organization, Dean dared not take lightly even a woman who seemed harmless.
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Dean did not want to test the power of bullets with his own flesh and blood.
For safety’s sake, he chose to wait...
At this moment, moonlight spilled into the house.
On the bed, a disheveled ’woman’ held a sleeping child, sleeping sweetly, seemingly oblivious to the impending danger.
But if someone actually ran foolishly to the bedside, they would certainly receive an unexpected surprise!
In another small compartment, ’nonexistent’ on the building plan, Portolia was dressed in a full set of tight-fitting cotton clothes, much like those women showing off their figures in yoga practice. A short Tachi hung at her waist, her gaze sinister and fixed on the images on the surveillance screen.
She had already reported to the organization that the Cannibal Demon might have fallen, which also risked her exposure.
Many people did not know that the Lucifer Game Organization, seemingly structured online, differentiated permissions across four strata: ’Elder,’ ’Angel Envoy,’ ’Member,’ and ’Visitor.’ In reality, however, there were three covert departments in the physical world: field agents, special agents, and Sweepers.
The most concealed among them were the special agents.
They were like signal towers to each other. Their responsibilities included unearthing suitable individuals for recruitment within the Lucifer Game Organization’s area of influence, assessing new members, and providing support when local incidents occurred. This support could range from intelligence and technical assistance to mobilizing Sweeper teams for clean-up and silencing operations.
And Portolia belonged to the special agents. She was specifically in charge of the Los Angeles area, looking for prospects within the police force to report to the organization for recruitment and corruption.
Of course, beyond this identity, her family background was also not simple; it had underworld ties, and she was also in charge of certain clandestine intelligence gathering operations for her country.
Thus, Portolia had joined the Lucifer Game Organization both to satisfy some of her abnormal desires and to leverage the organization’s impressive intelligence network to provide the ’Cherry Blossom Country’ with secret intelligence from the United States Federation.
With the organization’s help, Portolia was not worried about her own safety.
But exposure of her identity meant her public value would be greatly diminished.
This was unacceptable to Portolia!
She could not understand why she had been so unlucky lately.
She had maneuvered to subdue the ’Toy Serial Killer,’ but all her pawns died. She had used her cousin to guide the ’Cannibal Demon,’ but the Cannibal Demon also fell, causing her own exposure!
What made Portolia even angrier was yet another thing!
Just over a month ago, she had recommended a newly prominent genius from the detective bureau to the organization. The person had several flaws. After the organization’s assessment, they determined the probability of subduing him was high through methods like seduction, frame-ups, and assisted threats.
But when she herself had made an overt move, that bastard had been utterly impervious!
Had everything gone smoothly, Portolia could have saved up enough ’Game Coins’ for promotion and gained greater authority within the organization. This would have given her access to more internal insights. She could have not only played more wholeheartedly but also met the ’Cherry Blossom Country’s internal requirements and secured a way out for herself. Now... it was all ruined!
Portolia’s gaze was grim.
In the surveillance, all seemed well. But she knew it was just an illusion.
On the phone, the fact that the other party mentioned the word ’cherry blossom’ meant there was an eighty to ninety percent chance they had confirmed her identity.
If they didn’t want to give her a chance, they would definitely come tonight! And the organization’s assistance had no known arrival time.
This thought of dangling by a thread uncontrollably conjured in Portolia’s mind the handsome, confident face of a man.
This person, named Dean, was the ’talent’ she had recommended to the organization.
The organization continued to track and update his ’value’ through surveillance tasks.
As of now, the Lucifer Game Organization personnel in charge of assessing such individuals had calculated Portolia’s expected reward at eight hundred Game Coins.
Portolia licked her lips.
The reward for developing a titled Elder was only just over a thousand Game Coins. And Dean was worth eight hundred!
Now that her public identity was no longer safe, even if she didn’t hide her name, she could only utilize the organization’s channels to move to other overseas locations, change her name, and start anew.