Chapter 123: Hamayana Island
A man with a bucket hat sat on the bench. He bit on a cigarette that wasn’t lit. He was lowering his head as though afraid that someone could recognize him.
He played with the cigarette in his mouth and fidgeted with his fingers. After a few seconds, another man sat beside him, he had his shades on while holding an unopened can of soda.
Looking at it from a passerby’s perspective, they didn’t appear to know each other. However, the newcomer spoke casually but was also careful.
"The capital is a mess. The headquarters advise everyone to lie low for the time being."
The man with a bucket hat nodded. "what code?"
"Triple Zero."
The man with a bucket hat couldn’t help but tighten the grip of his teeth on the cigarette, and as a result, the cigarette was crumpled, if not almost cut off.
Triple Zero. Code 000. The highest code of the organization. For the headquarters to issue this code to their agents could only mean it was already the worst-case scenario, and agents should make sure not to get caught, or they will kill themselves or be killed by other agents, and both would be sacrificed. No exceptions.
"The capital is already a powder keg that is destined to explode in the future. It’s best to stay away for now." He responded calmly, yet he was already shaken inside.
He saw how suspicious people and illegal establishments were all dealt with in a quick and decisive manner. These actions made it possible to sweep up the whole empire, and the unfortunate spies would be killed if they were caught.
Both had fear on their faces as they thought of the sun residing in the capital. It seemed his patience was running out, making everyone not under his shade burn with his intense flames.