In a dark room, the light from several computers illuminated Number Zero, who had not slept for the past thirty hours while investigating everything Jonathan had asked of her. Being a request from a Belmont, she was more than enthusiastic about completing the job with excessive detail.
Number Zero was a thirty-year-old woman. She wore a long-sleeved shirt and shorts, sitting on an armchair while eating a triple-meat hamburger. Her careless attire would give a bad impression to anyone who saw her, but in fact, she was a very attractive woman.
After learning everything that existed and was registered online, Number Zero smiled and immediately called Jonathan, who should have been recovering from his exhaustion.
"Hello, hello, hello…" Number Zero murmured after the other party answered.
Jonathan, who had received the call from Number Zero, asked, "Do you have it?"
"You do know this has nothing to do with the supernatural world, right?" Number Zero asked as she widened her eyes at all the strange information in front of her.
Jonathan sighed with a bit of impatience and said, "I'm aware they're mobsters, but I don't have complete certainty about who exactly controls this area. I don't want to direct my anger recklessly; I'm a professional."
Number Zero didn't believe Jonathan, but it wasn't exactly her problem to supervise what this man did, so she quickly typed a few words. The sound was so fast that in a matter of seconds, several pop-up windows appeared on her screen.
"I know a few things that could be related to the Tarasov family… I don't want to go after an entire mafia, especially one that has power within the High Table. I just want to eliminate the trash involved in Mr. Harry's death, that's all," Jonathan said while putting suitcases full of weapons into his basement, which now had a futuristic appearance, without the humidity it once had.
Knowing that he had to be careful with certain people, his house had been under renovation during the past week, and now the bulletproof windows were still being tested along with the reinforced walls.
Security cameras, sensors, and chemical defense systems were being installed by special orders from Sebastián after learning that his grandson was becoming increasingly involved in the world, and he made it clear that this would be his only help, as Jonathan had the duty to grow as a man.
Now, what Jonathan was doing was arranging all his weaponry in display cases, first cleaning every bullet and pistol that would be placed there.
While doing this, he spoke with Number Zero, who was an expert in information gathering and was the one who had found old Smith, giving Jonathan the opportunity to speak with him a little before he died.
Being so immersed in his thoughts, Jonathan decided to focus on thoroughly cleaning his basement, which had undergone significant improvements. In addition to being a storage area, it was practically a secret bunker.
"Come on, Number Zero, I'm sure nothing bad will happen…" Jonathan said as he cleaned his new FVR-8 Rifle, which was truly a beauty.
This weapon, the FVR-8, is equipped with a gas-assisted reloading mechanism that significantly reduces the time between shots, allowing rapid successive fire without compromising the weapon's stability—something he needed now more than ever.
"Wait, did you just mention that this involves the Tarasov mafia?" Number Zero asked, slightly confused as she choked on her food.
Knowing where Jonathan had set his sights, the speed of her hands increased, but when she realized what would happen if it were discovered that the heir of the ShadowBane family was targeting the Tarasov family, a true war would erupt once again, where the Church of Healing, the Order, and the High Table would be forced to clash once more.
"This is madness, and you know it, Jonathan…"
With her speed, several computer screens quickly displayed all the activities of the Tarasov family, as well as influence information and much more.
Jonathan seemed to hear Number Zero's intense work and calmly said, "Well, you know exactly that I want to hunt down everyone who had anything to do with old Smith's death. At the very least, he deserves that, since he died recently."
Modern intelligence traffickers stay up to date with all information. In addition to their own resources, their hacking skills are also far from low. Number Zero, whom Jonathan contacted, is a very intelligent woman in this regard.
For many things, she only needs to use the Internet to search for information in a simpler way—reliable information—and then use it to hunt those who would become her prey.
Number Zero was a tracker who worked solely for the Church after it saved her from a werewolf; from that point on, she had been working to assist the association.
When it comes to exorcising demons, information traffickers like Number Zero are extremely useful. One example would be knowing the history of the demon they are facing, suppressing information from the inside to the outside, and eliminating any kind of data that involves the exposure of paranormal events.
Some exorcists need to know the name of what they are facing to ensure their victory. Not everyone has Jonathan's strength to eliminate them directly without the need to know their name. It is true that no one else has the tools Jonathan currently possesses either, which creates an enormous difference.
Of course, someone like Number Zero also earns a lot of money, despite serving only the Association of Light.
"There's very little information. I have to go to the dark web and ask my colleagues to find out," she said.
Jonathan listened to Number Zero while cleaning some high-caliber pistols.
"How much are you going to charge me? Since I don't want anyone to know and this is work related to the Association of Light, give me a price."
"Hm…" Number Zero, who was eating her delicious hamburger, whispered, "Just one hundred thousand…"
She didn't expect Jonathan to hit her; in fact, she hadn't wanted to charge him from the beginning, but after saying the price, he accepted.
"Send me your account number and I'll transfer the money," Jonathan replied while sorting bullets onto different shelves.
On the other end of the call, Number Zero blinked. Her hands, which were still pressing keys, stopped, and she asked in surprise, "Sir adult, are you joking with me?"
In her memories, Jonathan was supposed to be a young man in his twenties who was the heir to a powerful family, but she never imagined that the privileges he had within it were so great, to the point that he could use that much money whenever he wanted.
"I'm poor, but I like to pay what I owe. Don't bother me until you find what I asked for…" Jonathan's response was calm, and after receiving the account number, he transferred the money immediately.
Number Zero's expression froze for a moment. She hadn't expected the other party to hang up the call so quickly. "Damn Priest, people's offerings really are huge."
The sound of curses, accompanied by the increasingly fierce sound of keys being pressed, echoed through Number Zero's small room.
A few minutes later, her phone rang, and when she saw the amount that had been transferred to her account, she jumped out of her chair in excitement. "How many hamburgers is one hundred thousand dollars?"
As for Jonathan, after cleaning his bunker, he walked toward his house, which was still under renovation, and after getting dressed, he walked toward the exit. Today, after all, he still had to keep working.