Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead-Chapter 512 - 255: Survivor’s Revenge_3

These orphans, like Raymond, are like nuclear-powered oxen and horses, chasing the "carrot" called revenge dangled in front of them.

They undertake the most dangerous tasks, do the shadiest work, and in the end, cling to hope, dying like a stray dog in some unknown alley.

Take, for example, Raymond’s current mission. Whether it was originally to steal secrets from Hymn Company or to follow up with a pursuit of the Hymn Hunters, after completing the mission, when he reunites with Mo Ke, Mo Ke will unhesitatingly silence him.

In the information provided by Wu Chang, besides parts about Sid Town, there were details about Raymond.

Raymond always thought his infiltration and disguise were flawless, but in truth, because of an accident that drew the attention of the wealthy Moritz, he had actually been cooperating with him in an act all along.

Moritz was one of the biggest beneficiaries of the Sid Town incident back in the day, and he had close ties with those at the top. The mission to steal secrets from Hymn Company was even requested by him.

Schultz, seen by Raymond as his greatest enemy, knew it was him from the moment he first infiltrated the second lab and stole the Disqualified Monster converter.

Schultz merely pretended not to know, letting Moritz and Mo Ke and others misjudge his control over Hymn Company, making them lower their guard and refrain from making more subtle moves.

Just waiting until the Praise Poem plan was underway before settling the score.

All these intelligence reports, case by case, had complete and thorough evidence; true and false was not hard to distinguish.

Raymond looked at the intelligence in his hands, drenched in sweat as if he had been fished out of the water, his pupils dilated, as if he had lost his soul.

Raymond had always presented himself as a social elite, not only to maintain the persona of a wealthy assistant but also because, in his bones, he was extremely proud of his capabilities.

A mere orphan, leveraging his high intelligence and emotional quotient, continuously seizing opportunities in life, mastering skills many couldn’t, gaining the appreciation of the Central Intelligence Agency, and becoming an agent.

He could retreat from countless dangerous missions unscathed, a top agent for both the Central Intelligence Agency and the National Taxation Bureau, easily maneuvering between the two organizations, using their energy for his own revenge.

He could toy with the financial street legend Moritz, designing flawless coincidences, easily gaining Moritz’s trust.

His retribution relied on exquisite skills, and even without a behemoth like Hymn Company, they were helpless against him, easily manipulated by him.

But upon seeing Wu Chang’s intelligence he found out that all of this was an illusion meticulously crafted by others.

Even his entire life, his every move, the deepest little thoughts hidden in his heart, all came from others’ manipulation and guidance.

What is this?

A clown?

No, no, the clown may be laughable, but the clown knows he’s a clown when he’s on stage performing.

And he, always believed he was performing a noble drama, thought himself the protagonist, the prince of revenge, the favored one of destiny.

He looked at the audience smiling foolishly, thinking they were all foolish and stupid people incapable of appreciating art, unable to decipher his expressive micro-expressions and exquisite lines, only laughing at deliberate flaws he laid out.

He disdained these people.

But actually, in the eyes of the audience, his performance wasn’t elegant at all, more like a fat domesticated duck trying to play a swan, awkwardly and prominently showing its obese and cumbersome form.

Like four 500-pound, chest-haired, leg-haired, three-layer-belly-folds guys standing on a stage, wearing tight-fitting, burst-open tiny ballet skirts, proudly performing the "Four Little Swans".

Their faces didn’t bear foolish smiles but were holding back until they couldn’t help but smile.

This enormous sense of contrast almost shattered Raymond’s spirit, the cognitive-breaking shame even surpassing the anger and hatred from discovering the truth. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Wu Chang looked at the pale-faced Raymond, somewhat regretting delivering all the information in one go in a hurry.

Would Raymond be over-stimulated, turning into a fool?

Luckily, Raymond indeed had a solid constitution; ten minutes later, his CPU finally rebooted, and his pupils regained focus.

The cold and composed Wu Chang’s true self asked with concern: "Raymond, are you okay?"

Raymond gave a wry smile, saying: "Terrible, even worse than the day of the Sid tragedy; just now, I almost had the urge to abandon rationality and escape reality."

"But thinking of the relatives who died in the Sid tragedy, thinking of the orphans exploited and drained by the CIA, I woke up again, I must do something for them."

At this moment, Hymn Company, once Raymond’s most hated, became the least important target instead, and due to the intelligence from Wu Chang’s true self, Raymond felt grateful.

One must know, many of these pieces of intelligence are the highest-level secrets of the Federation, just knowing them is extremely difficult, let alone paired with a complete chain of evidence for verification for each piece.

Many of the intelligence reports, even Mo Ke might not know, only Hymn Company has such means and energy.

The true self patted Raymond on the shoulder, saying: "Everything will pass."

Raymond looked at Wu Chang’s true self, asking: "Mr. Sean, I want to expose these matters, and I hope you can help me."

The posing Wu Chang’s true self said coldly: "I am not in the habit of doing charity; giving you the intelligence is just repaying a favor to that guy beside you."