Chapter 1088: As long as you keep your promise
Elliot took the profile to the side and checked the other profiles he already checked in case he missed something. His lack of sleep had been messing with his mind. But after reading that particular profile, he knew he missed more important notes than he should’ve had.
Much to his dismay, he was right.
Elliot was doing a lousy job, barely skimming through the profile he thought he already knew. Thus, he didn’t read them properly, just because he thought he already knew about them. It turned out he was wrong.
"So this..." he whispered as realization struck him, waking him up from his sleep depravity. "... is the reason they are after her. She knows a lot."
Knowing things in the underground was dangerous, but knowing more things that connect the underground to certain people was deadly. Hera didn’t just know about criminals, she also knew where they came from, which part of the world they were born into, and their life, their motivation, and their purpose.
[The Interpol will collapse if you die. Not literally, but it’s the same.]
So, that was what she meant by that, he thought.
"If these details aren’t disclosed with me, the president of the Interpol, then that means..." Elliot let out a ridiculing chuckle, realizing he knew nothing unlike what he expected. "That means these guys are criminals under the protection of someone. They can get out even if they were arrested."
Elliot could imagine a ton load of excuses the lawyers could come up with. One of them was these felons were simply working undercover. When, in fact, they were working to do someone else’s dirty work. After all, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.
If Hera’s claims were true, that the Reapers used to do dirty jobs for some powerful bunch out there, they needed someone else to do it as a replacement. After all, Hera already knew too much and had become a threat to them. Killing Hera was one thing, but continuing their operation was another one.
"Haha!" Elliot couldn’t help but laugh in mockery, almost crumpling the paper in his hand at the realization. "This... we... we’re really on the verge of collapse, are we?"