Darkstone Code-Chapter 903 - 901: Dice

"Bring him over tomorrow, I’ll wait for you at the Half Mountain villa..."

Lynch hung up the phone and shook his head, not that he was dissatisfied with Lime.

That’s just how the values of Federation Society are—

"I’m worth a lot, so I must show that I’m worth a lot!"

Everyone thinks this way. They don’t view it as a betrayal of anyone, including Lime. He doesn’t consider it a betrayal of Lynch. He is worth this price, has value, has purpose; he’s just expressing it.

This is also the result of capitalists and capitalism transforming society over the years. People follow the rules of the capitalist game, ultimately becoming an indestructible part of it.

Lynch wouldn’t, as a result, feel that Lime is unreliable. If he thought that way, then ninety-nine percent of the Federation would be unfit to work for him because ninety-nine percent of them would have this mindset.

He shook his head, just feeling a bit sorry for the president of Every Moment. If he had agreed to his offer a few days ago, there wouldn’t be tomorrow’s meeting.

A silent night passed.

The next morning, with the help of the maid, Lynch finished bathing. He’s not some big kid who can’t even manage his bath; it’s just that there are places he can’t reach and needs someone to help him.

It’s a purely practical purpose.

During breakfast, Lynch noticed that all major newspapers were continuously reporting on issues related to the recent pirate rampage. Only the "Observer Daily" reported the news that the pirates had been eliminated.

There was no detailed account of how the pirates were dealt with, only that after their capture, armed resistance by the pirates led to their on-site execution.

Apart from this, no news mentioned anything related to airplanes, not even a bit.

The Military and the Ministry of Defense had already issued orders prohibiting any media from reporting on anything related to airplanes under any circumstances, else a secret trial would be imposed upon the leakers under the charges of "threatening national security" and "treason."

This sounds like something that would happen in Gafura, yet it happened in the Federation, which highlights the Military and Ministry of Defense’s attention to airplanes, a seemingly unremarkable thing.

The Military even believes that airplanes will become like submarines, determining the outcome of a war as soon as they appear, so they are tightly monitoring this model, refusing any form of leakage.

On this issue, the Federation’s senior management rarely reached a consensus in thought, which led to airplanes not being reported in the papers.

Even though no newspaper contains any word about airplanes, those who should know about airplanes already know of their existence.

Some footage makes people realize it’ll become the foundation that cements the Federation as the world’s leading power, so they are very cautious in dealing with this issue.

However, Lynch doesn’t hold much hope for the Federation’s security and secrecy work.

As he was thinking about these things, a spy from Gafura was buying a ticket for the ship heading to Gafura before noon.

"Ma’am, here are your ticket and documents, please keep them well..."

Anyone would unconsciously smile when face-to-face with a pretty blonde girl, especially the ticketer, who sits in the booth all day with limited social interaction.

Through that little window, perhaps that’s his deepest understanding of this world.

The lady outside the booth smiled and said thank you, her voice sweet and light, making the ticketer feel slightly relaxed.

He had never heard such a beautiful voice or seen such an enchanting smile!

If he knew that the girl had slept with at least a hundred different men, he might not feel the same way.

This girl is one of the spies sent by Gafura to the Federation. Compared to the fiery women’s rights movement in the Federation, Gafura is evidently ahead in utilizing female roles.

They have sent many beautiful female spies to the Federation. These girls are well-educated, with excellent appearances and outstanding temperaments, allowing them to easily blend into high-class social occasions.

On top of that, they can sleep with anyone, making men obsessed and addicted to them, which has enabled these female spies to obtain a lot of information about the Federation’s upper society.

Last night, this girl was engaging in a friendly competition with a Federation legislator, who was old enough to be her father. He thought he had conquered this well-trained young lady and thoughtfully covered her with a light quilt, then went to the study.

The girl soon quietly arrived outside the study and, through some special means, roughly knew what was happening inside.

The legislator was making a phone call. His voice wasn’t very loud, but the content was quite important.

The Federation had invented a brand new weapon, enough to change the form of warfare!

Returning to the bedroom, she waited for the legislator’s return and then used her trained skills to make the legislator fall into a deep sleep. She quietly pried open the study and acquired the videotape inside.

She didn’t specifically look at what was inside. After obtaining the tape, she immediately left the legislator’s house, originally intending to go back and copy it before returning. But when she completed this and hurried back, she found the legislator’s surroundings flooded with Security Committee special agents and some military personnel.

That scoundrel woke up a little earlier than she expected, and she was exposed.

The Security Committee acted immediately upon receiving the report. Though they were dissatisfied with the legislator for leaking sensitive information after sleeping with the spy, at least the problem was reported promptly, and it might still be in time.

A large number of Security Committee special agents set into motion, and this Gafura female spy opted to leave the Federation at once, taking advantage of the Federation’s lagged response.

She changed her disguise, put on a wig, and looked completely different from before.

Even so, she still wasn’t completely sure she could escape, so she used a special method to urgently summon a deep-cover spy.

She didn’t know if the other person had noticed the sign she left, nor did she know if they had defected, but she had to do it.

There were forty-five minutes left until boarding; once on the ship, she would be safe.

The ship had many hiding places. She was confident she could hide without being discovered, but just then, three military vehicles sped toward the dock, followed by several police cars.

The female spy was startled at first. She thought she had been exposed, then realized she was scaring herself. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

No one knew what she currently looked like; she should not have been exposed yet.

She got up and headed to the restroom, preparing for exposure even if she hadn’t been discovered.

Moments later, she came out and sat back down in her place. A few minutes later, special agents from the Security Committee began searching everyone’s luggage and requested to see the chest of every woman.

Of course, they had female agents.

According to information provided by the legislator, the girl he slept with had a blue-purple butterfly on her chest.

Whenever they moved, the butterfly seemed to flutter as if it were flying.

Some things can be hidden, but others are not so easily dealt with, like tattoos.

The legislator said they had showered together, and the tattoo was intact, making this clue important.

The female spy knew she couldn’t escape, but rather than waiting there to be caught, she wanted to take a risk.

When everyone is seated, someone standing up inevitably draws everyone’s attention.

The moment the female spy stood up, the special agents from the Security Committee noticed her. Three agents drew their weapons and walked toward her, demanding she sit back down.

Why would she sit back down at this moment?

She quickly ran towards the edge of the dock, thinking that if she could jump into the water, she might still have a chance to escape.

But she overlooked the value of that videotape, and the three agents mercilessly opened fire; the long legs that dozens carried on their shoulders were suddenly riddled with bullets.

No chance at all!

An agent approached her, tearing her clothes, exposing her chest, and the purple-blue butterfly trembled slightly, as if resting on a flower, ready to take off at any moment...

After the female spy was captured, she was quickly taken away by the Security Committee, but the search did not end. Everyone’s luggage was checked. Once cleared, the agents finally left.

With only a few minutes before boarding, a very gentlemanly man headed to the restroom.

Moments later, he emerged, wiping his hands and smiling.

He even helped an elderly woman carry her luggage onto the ship—a true gentleman!

The ship slowly departed from the port, the gentleman’s smile growing more natural as he knew he had found redemption...

Every deep-cover spy awaits a call.

If the call is not death, then it is certainly redemption!

At 11:15, Lime limped with Every Moment’s president to the outside of Lynch’s villa.

Seeking an audience was a rare experience for Every Moment’s president. He never thought he would have to request to meet anyone; he indeed held that status, but that was in the past.

Now he had no choice but to request to meet Lynch, asking Lynch to extend a helping hand to help him through this disaster.

"Boss!"

"Mr. Lynch..."

Lynch pointed to the sofa, "Sit," he said, glancing at Lime’s leg, "Is it permanent?"

Lime chuckled, giving a glance to the president, "There’s a chance of recovery, requiring cooperative treatment."

His leg was left untreated for over two days after being broken, missing the best window for treatment. Some parts were already necrotic, and even if reattached, the doctor couldn’t guarantee it would be the same as before it was broken.

Lime seemed to harbor no resentment over this, which was rather surprising and unexpected given his current situation.

Perhaps he had undergone a transformation, having experienced a near-death moment even unknown to himself.

Or perhaps he realized his own weakness, thus burying the hatred deep, quietly waiting.