After returning, Ethan Reed was summoned by John Avery for a private discussion. Without preliminaries, Avery stated, "Plans have changed. Michael Chase is temporarily off the hit list."
He then explained the reason, "Our inside man has sent word that Global Dynamics' new weapon is nearing completion. In a few months to a year, they'll have tangible results. Global Dynamics plans to gather major buyers to appraise their creation, and the true power behind the corporation will be present. That's our chance to take them all down in one fell swoop. If we eliminate Chase now, we might lose this opportunity."
Reed expressed his doubts, "Is the insider's information reliable, or is this just a stalling tactic?"
Avery admitted, "We can't be certain," and turned on the screen mounted on the wall. "I've pulled up surveillance footage from your last operation. Watch here."
He fast-forwarded the video, then played a segment showing the black Lincoln at a stoplight with Chase's vehicle in the center of the screen.
Soon, Zheng Zi Qing's vehicle positioned diagonally behind the Lincoln, followed by a water truck stopping behind Chase's car. Moments after the water truck settled, the rear door of the Lincoln opened, and a figure quickly stepped out, disappearing from the camera's view. Though the footage didn't clearly capture the person's face, Reed knew it had to be Chase.
Avery paused the video at the moment Chase exited the vehicle, pointing out Zheng's Toyota blocked by the water truck, "The surveillance caught it, but from Zheng's position, his view was completely obstructed. The few seconds of the red light coincidentally allowed a water truck to obscure Zheng's line of sight, clearly a prearranged plan to give Chase an escape route."
"This means Zheng and Reed didn't lie," Reed concluded. Avery nodded, "It proves they weren't lying but doesn't clear them or us of suspicion. Chase's preparedness indicates he knew about the hit, but it's still unclear who leaked the information."
Reed reiterated, "The inside man could also be a suspect." Avery agreed, "You're right," and turned off the screen, "which is why we need another reliable person inside Global Dynamics to gather information."
"You mean..." Reed hesitated.
"You're the only one I can pin my hopes on now," Avery declared.
Reed disagreed, "But with Chase already on guard so soon after the incident... Approaching Global Dynamics now is too risky." The sound of the Lincoln's explosion was still fresh, and Chase would undoubtedly be more vigilant. The timing was too close, making it almost like announcing his role as a spy.
Avery was aware of the poor timing but stressed the urgency, "If Global Dynamics acts fast, we only have a few months. Gaining Chase's trust takes time, and we have no other choice. I chose you over a newcomer because I trust your capabilities." He slid a dossier across the table to Reed, "This is your new identity. I assure you Global Dynamics won't find any flaws. You'll meet with Chase in three days."
Reed had to accept, despite the difficulties. He glanced at the dossier, asking, "Do we know who the inside man is?"
Avery replied, "He was sent by the Joint Investigation Department, without our interference. Only his handler knows his identity, for his safety."
"Even if he might have turned?" Reed pressed.
"It's only a possibility," Avery affirmed.
"Understood," Reed said, taking the dossier to familiarize himself with his new background. Avery wished him luck.
Avery prepared a wealthy heir persona for Reed, considering the lure of significant funds to entice a personal meeting with Chase. This incentive was a substantial five hundred million dollars.
Three days later, Reed, dressed in a suit and tie, left the lavish residence arranged by Avery and boarded a Mercedes prepared for him. Arriving at the Global Dynamics Tower, he was greeted by the man he had seen in Chase's office, "Mr. Reed, I'm Rand Duncan, Mr. Chase's assistant."
After introductions, Duncan led him to Chase's office. Reed, having previously scoped out the office, felt a sense of familiarity upon entering.
Chase stood to shake his hand, "Welcome, I'm Michael Chase, CEO of Global Dynamics."
Seated with coffees already prepared, Chase mentioned he heard Reed liked coffee, a detail included in Reed's new identity dossier.
Their conversation quickly turned to business, with Chase inquiring about Reed's interest in investing five hundred million in real estate. Reed, adapting to his role, did not beat around the bush.
Chase delved deeper, but Reed maintained the facade of a naïve rich heir, ambiguous in his responses.
After an hour, Chase concluded the meeting without a definite stance on the collaboration.
Leaving the office, Duncan openly assessed Reed as an ideal partner — wealthy but naive.
Chase, however, was not entirely convinced and instructed Duncan to investigate Reed further, particularly intrigued by the calluses on Reed's hands.
Michael Turner followed Alexander Reed's instructions, meticulously revisiting Ethan Winters' background inside and out once more.Days later, he handed all the gathered information over to Alexander Reed."Here are the accident reports and death certificates of Ethan Winters' parents, all his enrollment records, entry and exit documents, and any activity records that are still verifiable," Michael Turner concluded, handing over the stack of documents."One could say his life story is complete without gaps. Apart from proving that he's a genuine wealthy second generation, I can't see anything wrong." Alexander Reed skimmed through the documents hastily before setting them aside.He didn't doubt Michael Turner's capabilities; if Michael couldn't find any issues, then there likely weren't any."But this doesn't explain the calluses on his shooting hand," Michael frowned slightly."Yes," Reed agreed. "His timing is too coincidental. Just days ago, someone was after my life, and suddenly,
Ethan Winters felt a cold sweat form in his palm. In such a situation, even if Alexander Reed was serious, he had to act as though he wasn't.Ethan managed a strained smile, "Mr. Reed, with real guns and live ammunition, please be careful of accidental discharge."The current situation was far from humorous.Reed held the gun steady, scrutinizing the minute changes in Ethan's facial expressions. Speaking less to avoid mistakes, Ethan stood silently, letting the gunpoint remain aimed at him.After what felt like an eternity but was only about ten seconds, Reed suddenly lowered his arm and turned to fire three shots at his own target—one hitting the bullseye and the other two scoring nine points.Each shot mirrored the placement of Ethan's shots perfectly, as if the two targets could overlap entirely. Reed set down the handgun, a slight smirk on his lips, "It looks like we're even."On the day at the shooting range, Reed did not provide Ethan with a definitive answer regarding their pot
Alexander Reed lived in "Blue Coast," a renowned affluent residential area, where he stood out even among the wealthy—his standalone villa was surrounded by a meticulously arranged garden, with no other residences within a kilometer. This, of course, was largely for security reasons.This time, Reed had his driver personally pick up Ethan Winters.The driver, a middle-aged man, courteously opened the car door for Ethan and waited for him to be seated before closing the door and returning to his seat.Ethan attempted to make small talk during the drive, but the man didn’t respond at all, maintaining silence throughout the journey. It seemed that working for Reed required a tight lip.Ethan turned his gaze outside the window as they entered Blue Coast.The car drove for a while before stopping in front of a huge iron gate, which opened automatically after a brief pause. Inside the gate was the garden, occasionally patrolled by bodyguards, whose presence Ethan noted silently.The car dro
"What did you put in the drink!?" Ethan Winters feigned ignorance as he confronted Alexander Reed.Reed stood tall, looking down at Ethan, "Nothing special. We're both adults here; you should know what it was."Ethan scorned, "The CEO of The Circle, resorting to such lowly tactics.""I did it for your benefit," Reed replied leisurely. "You wanted to collaborate with The Circle, didn't you? I'm offering you the opportunity, even providing an excuse for you. A little drug won't harm your pride; you can blame everything on its effects. Besides, my door is not locked; if you're unwilling, I can have someone take you back right now. Then you can vent on someone else, no problem at all."Reed's reasoning was oddly rational, presenting Ethan with a dilemma.This type of drug, more common than others, posed the most challenging situation. If Reed had merely drugged him to extract the truth, Ethan could pretend to be confused and tell a flawless lie. That was his plan. However, the current sit
As soon as Ethan Winters left and closed the door behind him, Alexander Reed's eyes opened, revealing no trace of sleepiness. He methodically got out of bed, summoned a servant to tidy up the room, and then, donning a bathrobe, headed for a shower.Reed had been awake all night and felt weary, needing to wash off the remnants of the night and indulge in some rest. The "important meeting" he had mentioned was nothing but a spur-of-the-moment excuse.After showering and about to use the hairdryer, a polite knock sounded at the door. "Boss," called a voice from outside.Reed didn't open the door, instead asking through the wall, "Has he gone back?"The servant outside responded respectfully, "Yes, as per your instructions, we've sent him back in a company car."Reed, looking at his reflection in the mirror and smoothing his hair, inquired, "How did he look?""Pale, and his movements were a bit off. He didn't eat the breakfast prepared for him, just asked to be taken back immediately."Re
Although the arms dealing of "The Circle" was carried out in secrecy, the primary entity from which the secret was kept was the government; within the circle, however, it was an open secret.Few dared to tamper with it despite many being aware of it. Most of those in the know kept to themselves, attending to their own affairs without interfering with others.Alexander Reed had no intention of skulking or concealing the matter. He broached the subject with a double entendre, "This business isn't something I can agree to just by sharing a bed with you."Ethan Winters was not pleased with Alexander's attitude, "I thought I had demonstrated sufficient sincerity.""Sincerity?" Alexander scoffed, "Your demeanor has been so inconsistent in my presence, how do you expect me to believe in your sincerity?"Ethan slammed his coffee cup down on the table, "My current attitude should be proof enough of my sincerity."Alexander adjusted the cuffs of his suit, "So, you're admitting that your previou
Alexander Reed lightly patted Michael Turner's chest in commendation, then settled into the chair reserved for him.With his right leg crossed over his left, he focused intently on the screen that showed Ethan Winters—Ethan and the bodyguard who had provided cover for him were now taking refuge behind a crane, with any attempt to peek out quickly suppressed by gunfire.Ethan, unarmed, was stuck in a defensive position, hesitant to make a move.The coincidence and timing of the police's arrival suggested an informant.Ethan was certain it wasn't him; he wouldn't jeopardize his long-term plans for a short-term gain, especially when he had finally gotten close to the arms dealings of "The Circle."Could it have been an undercover agent from the joint task force?As Ethan dodged bullets, he covertly observed the reactions of the surrounding bodyguards.Unsure of how many were aware of today's arrangement within "The Circle," he considered everyone directly involved to be suspects.The sta
"Why are you here?" they exclaimed in unison. John Smith and Ethan Winters squeezed into a narrow gap next to them, only wide enough for one person, pressing against the containers while keeping an eye on their surroundings.John whispered, "Got a tip this afternoon that a small batch of arms from 'The Circle' could be intercepted here, so the team leader sent me to check it out.""Whose tip?" Ethan inquired."From our mole inside 'The Circle.' You know how unreliable that could be, so I had to come see for myself."John, standing closer to the outside, kept peering out as he explained. "And you? The team leader didn't mention you'd be here.""It's a long story; let's focus on getting out first," Ethan quickly sifted through John's words."But if the police already knew, why involve the joint task force?""I found that odd too. Took down two on my way here; their tactics felt off, not like real cops."Ethan hadn't directly confronted these "cops" and hadn't noticed this detail.John's
Ethan Winters appeared to be deeply asleep on the desk, but in reality, he hadn't fallen asleep yet. This was a deliberate arrangement by Alexander Reed; until Alexander showed up, Ethan couldn't be sure he had successfully passed the test. The control room was not far from this container, and it only took Alexander and Michael Turner a couple of minutes to arrive by car.Michael entered intending to wake Ethan but was stopped by Alexander, "Let him sleep."While preventing Michael from approaching, Alexander himself went over to Ethan, lifted him from the chair with ease, and walked out in a few strides, with Michael following behind.Ethan, seizing a moment when Alexander was less attentive, opened his eyes slightly to see who was carrying him. The sight of Alexander's profile surprised him yet also brought some relief. This indicated he had passed the scrutiny.Alexander carefully arranged Ethan's legs on the back seat of the sedan, and because Ethan couldn't lay down completely, A
"Why are you here?" they exclaimed in unison. John Smith and Ethan Winters squeezed into a narrow gap next to them, only wide enough for one person, pressing against the containers while keeping an eye on their surroundings.John whispered, "Got a tip this afternoon that a small batch of arms from 'The Circle' could be intercepted here, so the team leader sent me to check it out.""Whose tip?" Ethan inquired."From our mole inside 'The Circle.' You know how unreliable that could be, so I had to come see for myself."John, standing closer to the outside, kept peering out as he explained. "And you? The team leader didn't mention you'd be here.""It's a long story; let's focus on getting out first," Ethan quickly sifted through John's words."But if the police already knew, why involve the joint task force?""I found that odd too. Took down two on my way here; their tactics felt off, not like real cops."Ethan hadn't directly confronted these "cops" and hadn't noticed this detail.John's
Alexander Reed lightly patted Michael Turner's chest in commendation, then settled into the chair reserved for him.With his right leg crossed over his left, he focused intently on the screen that showed Ethan Winters—Ethan and the bodyguard who had provided cover for him were now taking refuge behind a crane, with any attempt to peek out quickly suppressed by gunfire.Ethan, unarmed, was stuck in a defensive position, hesitant to make a move.The coincidence and timing of the police's arrival suggested an informant.Ethan was certain it wasn't him; he wouldn't jeopardize his long-term plans for a short-term gain, especially when he had finally gotten close to the arms dealings of "The Circle."Could it have been an undercover agent from the joint task force?As Ethan dodged bullets, he covertly observed the reactions of the surrounding bodyguards.Unsure of how many were aware of today's arrangement within "The Circle," he considered everyone directly involved to be suspects.The sta
Although the arms dealing of "The Circle" was carried out in secrecy, the primary entity from which the secret was kept was the government; within the circle, however, it was an open secret.Few dared to tamper with it despite many being aware of it. Most of those in the know kept to themselves, attending to their own affairs without interfering with others.Alexander Reed had no intention of skulking or concealing the matter. He broached the subject with a double entendre, "This business isn't something I can agree to just by sharing a bed with you."Ethan Winters was not pleased with Alexander's attitude, "I thought I had demonstrated sufficient sincerity.""Sincerity?" Alexander scoffed, "Your demeanor has been so inconsistent in my presence, how do you expect me to believe in your sincerity?"Ethan slammed his coffee cup down on the table, "My current attitude should be proof enough of my sincerity."Alexander adjusted the cuffs of his suit, "So, you're admitting that your previou
As soon as Ethan Winters left and closed the door behind him, Alexander Reed's eyes opened, revealing no trace of sleepiness. He methodically got out of bed, summoned a servant to tidy up the room, and then, donning a bathrobe, headed for a shower.Reed had been awake all night and felt weary, needing to wash off the remnants of the night and indulge in some rest. The "important meeting" he had mentioned was nothing but a spur-of-the-moment excuse.After showering and about to use the hairdryer, a polite knock sounded at the door. "Boss," called a voice from outside.Reed didn't open the door, instead asking through the wall, "Has he gone back?"The servant outside responded respectfully, "Yes, as per your instructions, we've sent him back in a company car."Reed, looking at his reflection in the mirror and smoothing his hair, inquired, "How did he look?""Pale, and his movements were a bit off. He didn't eat the breakfast prepared for him, just asked to be taken back immediately."Re
"What did you put in the drink!?" Ethan Winters feigned ignorance as he confronted Alexander Reed.Reed stood tall, looking down at Ethan, "Nothing special. We're both adults here; you should know what it was."Ethan scorned, "The CEO of The Circle, resorting to such lowly tactics.""I did it for your benefit," Reed replied leisurely. "You wanted to collaborate with The Circle, didn't you? I'm offering you the opportunity, even providing an excuse for you. A little drug won't harm your pride; you can blame everything on its effects. Besides, my door is not locked; if you're unwilling, I can have someone take you back right now. Then you can vent on someone else, no problem at all."Reed's reasoning was oddly rational, presenting Ethan with a dilemma.This type of drug, more common than others, posed the most challenging situation. If Reed had merely drugged him to extract the truth, Ethan could pretend to be confused and tell a flawless lie. That was his plan. However, the current sit
Alexander Reed lived in "Blue Coast," a renowned affluent residential area, where he stood out even among the wealthy—his standalone villa was surrounded by a meticulously arranged garden, with no other residences within a kilometer. This, of course, was largely for security reasons.This time, Reed had his driver personally pick up Ethan Winters.The driver, a middle-aged man, courteously opened the car door for Ethan and waited for him to be seated before closing the door and returning to his seat.Ethan attempted to make small talk during the drive, but the man didn’t respond at all, maintaining silence throughout the journey. It seemed that working for Reed required a tight lip.Ethan turned his gaze outside the window as they entered Blue Coast.The car drove for a while before stopping in front of a huge iron gate, which opened automatically after a brief pause. Inside the gate was the garden, occasionally patrolled by bodyguards, whose presence Ethan noted silently.The car dro
Ethan Winters felt a cold sweat form in his palm. In such a situation, even if Alexander Reed was serious, he had to act as though he wasn't.Ethan managed a strained smile, "Mr. Reed, with real guns and live ammunition, please be careful of accidental discharge."The current situation was far from humorous.Reed held the gun steady, scrutinizing the minute changes in Ethan's facial expressions. Speaking less to avoid mistakes, Ethan stood silently, letting the gunpoint remain aimed at him.After what felt like an eternity but was only about ten seconds, Reed suddenly lowered his arm and turned to fire three shots at his own target—one hitting the bullseye and the other two scoring nine points.Each shot mirrored the placement of Ethan's shots perfectly, as if the two targets could overlap entirely. Reed set down the handgun, a slight smirk on his lips, "It looks like we're even."On the day at the shooting range, Reed did not provide Ethan with a definitive answer regarding their pot
Michael Turner followed Alexander Reed's instructions, meticulously revisiting Ethan Winters' background inside and out once more.Days later, he handed all the gathered information over to Alexander Reed."Here are the accident reports and death certificates of Ethan Winters' parents, all his enrollment records, entry and exit documents, and any activity records that are still verifiable," Michael Turner concluded, handing over the stack of documents."One could say his life story is complete without gaps. Apart from proving that he's a genuine wealthy second generation, I can't see anything wrong." Alexander Reed skimmed through the documents hastily before setting them aside.He didn't doubt Michael Turner's capabilities; if Michael couldn't find any issues, then there likely weren't any."But this doesn't explain the calluses on his shooting hand," Michael frowned slightly."Yes," Reed agreed. "His timing is too coincidental. Just days ago, someone was after my life, and suddenly,