Chapitre 88: Assassination Part 1
"Name."
"Walker."
"Age."
"35."
"Home address."
"221 Baker Street."
"What the hell? Where do you live?"
"221 Baker, Baker Street."
In a small dark room, a familiar conversation was playing out. The only difference is that Zhang Jue is sitting in the interrogator's seat, and behind him, there are no "confession from leniency and resistance from severity" eight words.
There were five chairs in front of Zhang Jue, all of them were tied up. With an addition of a hood over their head. Zhang Jue was like the villain in an anti-Japanese drama, interrogating the messenger of justice. At this moment, he had already taken off the hood of the first interrogated person.
"I suggest you change your address." Zhang Jue said to him seriously, "This address is not suitable for you." The interrogatee froze, then nodded mechanically, having no idea why Zhang Jue said that.
"Okay, let's get to the point." Zhang Jue took out a Colt pistol and played with it in his hand, "Tell me, why are you following me?"
"Stalking you? No, I was just-"
Bang! A clean, crisp shot, right in the eyebrow.
The interrogated man's eyes widened, and he couldn't understand until his death why Zhang Jue wouldn't even let him finish his sentence. Zhang Jue blew the smoke from the muzzle of his gun and took off the mask of the second interrogatee.
"Something unpleasant just happened. I'm really sorry. I hope we can work together happily." Zhang Jue's face was calm as if it wasn't him who had just shot and killed someone, "Name?"
The second interrogated person sneered, "You think I'm afraid of you just because of that-"
Bang! Another shot.
The second interrogatee was killed by Zhang Jue with a single shot before he could say a full sentence.
If you want to play hard to get in front of him, do it in another life, Zhang Jue bristled. After firing two shots in a row, his face was a bit helpless, "Do all the lapdogs aware nowadays? Why can't I meet such a good person to talk to."
He spat two sentences and opened the mask of the third person, repeating the lines just now. "As you heard. Something unpleasant just happened. I hope we can cooperate happily."
"Cooperate, cooperate, definitely cooperate!" The third interrogated person was busy nodding his head, looking like he didn't want to just become someone's dead body under the gun.
"My name is Hendrick. I am thirty-two years old. I live at 65 Gold Street, and we are following you because-"
"Stop!" When he said this, Zhang Jue put his gun against his head.
"Eh-" The third interrogated man was in a cold sweat; he didn't know why Zhang Jue had stopped him. Zhang Jue snapped his fingers, and a staff member in an SCP uniform came in through the door. He walked past the first two bodies as if he hadn't seen anything.
"Take them away." Zhang Jue pointed to the third man, "Make a statement of what he said and bring it to me." The staff member nodded and took the third man out of the interrogation room. The last two men waiting to be interrogated knew what Zhang Jue was trying to do. He was preventing them from colluding. It would be better for his judgment to take the statements separately.
"All right." Zhang Jue removed the fourth man's mask, still repeating the lines he'd just delivered, "As you heard. Something unpleasant just happened, so I hope we can work together happily."
Two hours later, Zhang Jue was holding three transcripts in his hand. It described the reasons why several people had followed Zhang Jue. Although the details differed, the main content was the same; someone had paid big bucks for his daily activities.
Holy shit? This is even profitable? Did you pay a fee for using my likeness for profit? Zhang Jue was a bit incredulous.
A big tree attracts the wind, which is why he is being watched. Zhang Jue waved his hand and told the staff member to bring the three to the Foundation's headquarters for further investigation while he studied the mirror for half a day. Then he had to admit that he didn't seem to have anything to show off on himself either - except for being a bit handsome.
He thought about it, and something didn't feel right. The problem was with the second interrogated person. There was no need for the other man to talk when his life was in danger if it was just about the money.
Even with two people already dead, the following three still carried on as agreed. The interrogation did nothing for them, and it looked like they were very loyal to the organization. But this instead allowed Zhang Jue to narrow the field.
The organization he had offended the most so far was the Chaos Insurgency. Apart from them, there should be no one else who would be so attached to him. As the saying goes, there is no fear of a thief stealing, but there is fear of a thief thinking about him. Zhang Jue is the one who's being targeted.
However, he was not worried about these things. His strength now is not the same as when he first crossed over. If the enemy thinks he is a soft person, they will end up being stabbed. What he didn't know was that an assassination was already underway against him.
The Insurgency did not dare to confront the Foundation head-on, but to use the power of an organization against him alone was akin to killing a chicken with a bull's eye.
After informing the headquarters that the three might be Chaos Insurgent, Zhang Jue booked a ticket from Switzerland to China and prepared to return. Yes, he wasn't going to stay here and wait for the results of the investigation because it was useless. Even if they were turned, they would not be able to obtain any useful information.
Before leaving, Zhang Jue went to the cemetery again and found the cemetery receptionist who had taken care of it. There was an additional headstone in front of Anna Long's grave on that day. They hadn't been able to find out why there was an extra bouquet of flowers in front of Anna Long's tombstone, but they had mistakenly arrested the men who had followed him. He wanted to know if there were any other clues.
Yet the receptionist looked at him with a puzzled look.
"Advisor Zhang Jue, are you remembering wrongly that nothing like this has happened." The receptionist looked confused, "Anna or Ms. Long has not been visited for a long time, and there is only a bouquet of flowers from you in front of her tombstone."
What?
Hearing the receptionist say that, Zhang Jue showed a black question mark face. Don't be ridiculous. You were the one who noticed the anomaly that day! The receptionist swore, and Zhang Jue could not say anything more but could only ask him to look at the surveillance.
The surveillance video was checked, and in the video, Zhang Jue was indeed the only one who had paid respect to Anna. In front of Anna's tombstone, there was only a bouquet of flowers that he had offered from the beginning to the end. This was completely different from the scene he remembered.
What was going on? Zhang Jue clenched his chin. If he wasn't hallucinating, then there was only one possible explanation.
Someone had tampered with the receptionist's memory, as well as the content of the security footage so that no one could remember what had happened at that time. This situation could also be put in a simpler way - someone had distorted the reality.
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