Within the Iggwente Secret Agency, everything suddenly became busy. People came and went, and the assembly alarm echoed continuously in the underground space.
At this time, Brandon's workstation was also bustling. He was anxiously processing the Hunter Squad equipment receive (collection) procedures with two Hunter Squad Captains. Looking at the 'Task Target' column on the equipment receive (collection) form registered on the document in his hand, Brandon felt surprised.
'Sunken Wharf... it really is... did something unexpected happen that made it half an hour early? Should I use the 'Dream Anchor' to confirm with Mr. Buck later? No... Mr. Buck already instructed me before to only use the Dream Anchor to notify him if the Hunter Squad doesn't deploy or delays deployment, but they deployed very quickly this time...'
Brandon thought with a slight worry in his heart. After finally finishing the Hunter Squad's equipment receive (collection) procedures and watching them leave in formation through the secret passage, Brandon returned to his seat and continued to think with furrowed brows.
'Never mind, the Hunter Squad is already out now, and the destination is indeed the ambush location set by Mr. Buck... According to what Mr. Buck said before, he had already set up the ambush, so there shouldn't be any problems. The signal being half an hour early should be due to some factor I don't know influencing it, so it was sent early. Although it's a bit early, everything is still within the plan. Maybe the people at the flower shop got the time wrong. Dream Anchor talismans are very precious, I only have one now, I can't use it easily...'
As he thought, Brandon's expression became determined.
'Although the signal being early was unexpected, everything is still proceeding according to the plan. Now the Hunter Squad is out, and James isn't here. This is my chance... Mr. Buck told me to act according to the situation, so I can't be rigid. Since the signal is early, my action must also be early.'
As he thought, Brandon turned and looked at the heavy iron door behind him, his eyes darkening.
Then, at a moment when no one noticed, Brandon took out a heavy iron key, walked to the iron door, inserted the key into the hole, opened the iron door, and walked in.
...
In the lobby of the busy Cypress Fir Building, Aida, a woman in her fifties with glasses and slightly graying hair, was sitting behind the front desk, constantly copying something and muttering to herself as she copied.
"One bouquet last month, one bouquet today, hehe... When did this place become a place specifically for receiving flowers? These young people... they don't even send letters properly, they have to put them in flowers, really, is it romantic?"
As she wrote, Aida adjusted her glasses and then said with a bit of emotion.
"If only... one of those bouquets was specifically for me, that would be great..."
"Madam! Bud Flower Shop Flower Delivery Service, scheduled to be delivered to you at 10:30 this morning, on time, please check and receive." Not long after Aida finished speaking, a warm voice sounded in front of her. Aida looked up with a strange look, and saw a young man holding a bouquet of fresh flowers and handing it over.
"Ah... just put it here, thank you, young man."
"You're welcome, Madam, this is the customer's request. The item has been delivered, I'll be leaving now."
As the young man spoke, he quickly jogged out of the lobby. Aida looked at the flowers on the table with a hint of surprise in her expression.
"It's only been half an hour... another bouquet, hehe... If more come, the bureau can open a flower shop..."
As she spoke, Aida turned her gaze to the small envelope in the flowers. She took out the small envelope, opened it, and pulled out the message card inside. After a careful look, her brows furrowed slightly.
"To the esteemed Igwinte Guardians, the Red Communion Society will hold a meeting today at 11:30 AM in Warehouse No. 2 of the East Warehouse Area at Sunken Wharf."
Looking at the information on the card in her hand, Aida pondered for a while, then softly muttered with a hint of difficulty.
"But, those young men have already gone out now..."
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In the morning, in the eastern part of Igwinte, downstream of the Iron Mud River.
In Sunken Wharf, only vagrants and a small number of poor people live scattered here. Most of the area is in a state of damage and desolation, especially the warehouse area to the east. This area is full of unfinished buildings that were abandoned halfway through construction. Under the repeated erosion of rising water, many places are extremely dangerous, so almost no one wants to settle here. This is the most desolate area of the already desolate Sunken Wharf.
And from a hidden perspective, this is also an ideal hiding place, suitable for any shady business.
Around Warehouse No. 2 in the warehouse area, there are four unfinished buildings and a Waste (abandoned) clock tower. At this moment, all members of the Holy Communion Society have taken up positions in these buildings, with five or six people in each building. They are all holding long and short firearms, aiming at the warehouse in the center from hidden firing points.
The ambush circle has already been set up. At this moment, they are quietly waiting for their prey to arrive.
"Buck... what time is it now? When will those guys come?"
Standing in a room on top of the abandoned clock tower, the hunched old man Clifford said. Listening to his words, Buck, who was standing beside him in a sharp suit and leaning on a ruby-handled cane, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and then slowly spoke.
"It's 11:20 now. Our flowers were only delivered at 10:30. The An Yin Bureau is not close to here, and they still need time to prepare, so they won't be that fast."
"Hey... prepare? These guys still think they're here to hunt, none of them know that they are actually the prey... Hehe..."
As he spoke, Clifford chuckled sinisterly, while Buck on the other side continued to speak.
"Don't be happy too soon. What if that mysterious society is really a split-off of the An Yin Bureau created by James? Then the Hunter will not be fooled. They either won't come out, or they will come out to catch us after careful arrangement and counter-ambush deployment. I instructed Brandon before to notify us directly with the Dream Anchor if they don't deploy or delay deployment."
As Buck spoke, he glanced at the ground next to him. At this moment, a Holy Communion Society member was sleeping soundly there. He was in a dream state, which was key to receiving information from the dream.
"But there's been no news from him so far, which proves that we worried too much before. James should also be completely unaware of that mysterious society. They should be heading towards us now..."
Buck continued. Clifford also nodded after listening.
"Hmm... I hope those guys come to their deaths quickly, I can't wait. Now there's not even a word from the sentries, which means they haven't entered the wharf yet..."
"Don't rush, I guess it won't be long before the sentries should be able to detect them entering. Concentrate, wait for the sentries' signal..."
"Bang!!"
Before Buck could finish speaking, a loud gunshot echoed in the air. To the astonishment of everyone, Buck's head exploded into a bloody flower at that instant, and then he fell down with a frozen expression.
At this moment, in a room on the third floor of a three-story building seven hundred meters away from the clock tower, Eilina, holding a rifle, pulled the bolt back to eject the bullet. The muzzle of the rifle, which extended out of the window and pointed towards the distant clock tower, was still emitting a slow plume of smoke.
Squinting one eye, Eilina still maintained her aiming posture, and the flat back of the rifle had no optical sight attached.
"Thank the Light, thank the Saint Father, give me Light, enlighten me."
Muttering, Eilina chambered the next bullet, then turned her head and continued to speak to Grego next to her.
"It seems like the guy who was the boss was shot in the head by me. You can attack now."
"Hmm, as expected of you, Eilina, as expected of the 'Light' guide..."
Smiling, Grego plunged the blood-soaked blade into the ground, then looked at a map spread out on the ground.
This was a very detailed hand-drawn map. The area depicted on the map was precisely Sunken Wharf. On this map, every building and every road in Sunken Wharf was meticulously depicted, and there were a bunch of markings on the map.
There were annotations under these markings, annotating information such as ambush points, number of ambushers, scout sentries, disguises, and various other details. Among them, the ambush points were all centered around Warehouse No. 3, while the sentries were scattered throughout Sunken Wharf.
However, most of these sentry points have now been crossed out, and the one who crossed them out was the blade in Grego's hand.