Chapter 97: Useless? You Just Don't Know How to Use Them
No matter how Mu Yang thought about it, the Thirteen Bureau's combat strength far exceeded that of the traitors.
Furthermore, Xidu was the Thirteen Bureau's base of operations. Unless the Germination army was pressing down, theoretically, it was impossible for the Thirteen Bureau to lose to the traitors.
But Germination wouldn't risk everything for Han Xiao, because he hadn't joined the Thirteen Bureau yet, so revealing Germination's intelligence to the other six countries was out of the question.
Therefore, in the eyes of Germination's leader, Han Xiao was at most an annoying flea. If there was a chance, he would be eliminated; otherwise, he would be allowed to jump around for now.
It was already going so smoothly, yet the Thirteen Bureau might still suffer a loss.
Arrogance, huh...
It seemed the Thirteen Bureau, fighting on home ground, had indeed underestimated the enemy.
But they forgot that if the traitors hadn't exposed themselves, they might still not know how many moles were within the Thirteen Bureau.
The higher-ups thought they had the whole situation under control, but it seemed they had forgotten Germination's hatred and madness towards the six countries.
And Mu Yang was just a small captain. All he could do now was preserve his own life and kill as many enemies as possible.
Subtly reminding the higher-ups was all he could do.
Even if he directly stated that the traitors had a trump card, the higher-ups would most likely not believe him, because without concrete evidence, they were more willing to believe what their own eyes saw.
Taking out the Martial Artist cultivation method Li Jinhuai had kindly given him, Mu Yang quietly cultivated, intending to increase his strength before danger arrived.
Although Martial Artist was jokingly called 'Dancer' by Han Xiao, it was still very strong, and its special effects were compelling, with visual impact definitely ranking T1.
At the same time, he also reminded the rest of his team to be ready for battle at all times.
"Are we going on a mission?"
Lin Bujie asked, puzzled. It was still a holiday now; logically, the Thirteen Bureau shouldn't assign them mandatory missions.
"No, the mission is coming to us—"
As night deepened, a light rain began to fall.
A group of ordinary-looking, tired workers got off work.
They dispersed throughout Xidu, seemingly wandering aimlessly, occasionally stopping to eat something or admire the scenery. Everything was so ordinary and common.
And in seemingly unnoticed corners, they attached miniature bombs throughout Xidu. Only after using up all the bombs did they return to the residences where they had lived for several years.
"How many anomalies have you found?"
It was still that secret conference room. Fifteen people gathered again. The purpose, naturally, was that although they looked down on the traitors, the Thirteen Bureau higher-ups still set up plainclothes agents on various streets in Xidu. After all, if something really happened, they wouldn't be able to explain it to other agencies.
And the seemingly clandestine actions of those workers in placing bombs were mostly seen by them.
"There are quite a few rats hiding in Xidu. But it's not a big problem; this method was already outdated eight hundred years ago."
The Internal Affairs Department higher-up informed the others of the specific situation with disdain, while receiving intelligence from his subordinates.
"Alright, don't underestimate the enemy. Quickly have the agents clear those bombs to prevent explosions from causing public panic."
Gu Hui, the Executive Director of the Thirteen Bureau, ordered in a deep voice.
The current situation was very clear, but he always felt a sense of unease.
Especially after the young man who first guessed the traitors' purpose subtly reminded them not to underestimate the enemy, this unease grew stronger.
But looking at the overall situation, no matter from which angle, their win rate was close to 100%.
He hoped he was overthinking it—
"Yes."
Receiving the order from their superior, the plainclothes agents put on special equipment and gloves, preparing to clear the miniature bombs.
And when some agents, wearing protective gear, reached out to touch them, they immediately felt something was wrong, because the miniature bombs actually stuck to their gloves!
This familiar feeling—it was the double-sided adhesive bomb developed by the R&D Department!
An agent who had been tricked by this bomb before recognized its prototype at a glance!
"Something's wrong! Adhesive—"
Before he could fully transmit the intelligence, a sudden dizzying sensation came from his mind.
It was poison!
But when did he get poisoned—
His body felt as if all his bones had been instantly drawn out. The agent's steps were like a drunkard's, and after a weak struggle, he fell heavily to the ground.
The dazed agents could not guess, no matter how hard they tried, that their protective suits had been tampered with.
But these pieces of equipment had been specially inspected before being issued, so there should have been no problem.
No one would have guessed that the traitors actually used skin that could block metal detection and hide poison needles.
However, no one said that the appearance of this thing could only be skin; they could completely disguise the skin to look like other materials!
The scene of the agents being poisoned was fully observed by the person behind the scenes.
"Hee hee hee, Gu Hui, you old scoundrel, did you see that? Today, even if I only use this trash, I can still thoroughly humiliate you all!"
He cackled strangely. After being suppressed in the Thirteen Bureau for so many years, today he could finally vent his anger.
"Plainclothes Agent No. 306 has abnormal vital signs! Contact has been lost!"
"Plainclothes Agent No. 108 has abnormal vital signs, his speech is slurred, 93% probability of poisoning!"
"No. 205—"
One by one, reports of agents losing contact were relayed to the conference room. The fifteen people present immediately fell silent, and the atmosphere gradually became heavy.
"Can we figure out what the enemy's weapons are?"
"Double-sided adhesive bombs and special materials that can block metal detection and hide poison needles!"
Hearing the report from the Intelligence Department, the Research Department higher-up was stunned, and the other fourteen people were equally stunned.
Double-sided adhesive bombs, skin that blocks metal detection and hides poison needles—these things, which everyone considered trash, were now being used by the traitors to slap them in the face.
"Pass on my order, gather all agents, and seek help from the military and police. We have a tough battle ahead."
Gu Hui took a deep breath. Those researches, which had been evaluated as useless by a host of agents, had never been taken seriously by their higher-ups.
So the traitors' methods indeed caught them off guard, and now their faces felt a faint, burning pain.
But don't forget, this is Xidu.
As long as he swallowed his pride and asked for help, the total number of people he could mobilize, if each person spit once, could drown that group of traitors.
Clearly, the person behind the scenes also knew very well that this was Xidu, not Germination's secret base.
So from the beginning, his goal was not to fight the Thirteen Bureau to the death, but to attract and divert the attention of the Thirteen Bureau's higher-ups, making them disperse their manpower.
This way, Germination's team could easily infiltrate from the outside, and the plan could continue.
He even worried about completely enraging Star Dragon Country, leading to continuous pursuit after killing Zero, so he specifically set the bombs within a controllable range.
Therefore, it would only look intimidating in terms of momentum, but would not cause much casualties.