Chapter 427 - You Want My Coffee? (1/2)

It was probably because the team had experienced too many unimaginable things in one night that the 01 did not appear to be shocked, but rather, desensitized when Zhang Heng said that he could hack into CTOS.

After seeing a solid wall melt before their eyes like warm chocolate, Waldo would have probably believed it if Zhang Heng claimed to be Thanos who had come to Earth in search of the Infinity Gems.

Amid the oblivion and confusion, Little Boy was the first to break the silence.

“Can you hack into CTOS and disable it?” she asked.

“No, I’m not going to do that. Now that Iron Fist is dead, we need to find Edward as soon as possible,” Zhang Heng answered calmly.

Little Boy looked unconvinced. “Wait, don’t tell me you’re thinking of using CTOS to get to Edward?”

“Since Black Nest can find Edward using CTOS, I don’t think they would mind sharing their search results with us,” said Zhang Heng, “but first, I’ll need to remove our mobile phones and equipment from CTOS’s surveillance network.”

On the 27th floor of Black Nest’ Toulouse branch, Vincent’s lips were tightly pursed as he watched the man in front of him sipping a cup of coffee.

The man was very patient. He had not spoken since he walked into the room, even brewing his own coffee without asking. With a set of seemingly c.u.mbersome tools, he carved a leaf on the latte, as if he hadn’t noticed the presence of a guest.

It was clearly not a very polite thing to do.

But Vincent was way past the age where he would be irritated by something like this. And since the person had not spoken, Vincent remained silent too, patiently waiting on the sofa.

While he was one that didn’t mind waiting, someone else could not.

A particular sniper who claimed to be the best in the world was very upset. Rubbing his nose, he lamented, “Ah, I really can’t figure it out. It’s obvious that everyone works for someone, yet how is it that some think so highly of themselves that they feel superior to others?”

A slow smile spread across the face of the man enjoying his coffee. “Perhaps it’s because I haven’t screwed up before?” he scoffed and put the cup down, “…I’ve seen your resumes. Imposing, I must sayespecially yours, Mr. Vincent. You’ve practically become a legend after what you did as a mercenary and all that dirty work for the seventh division. And… Mr. Abu, the teenager with an addiction to the internet, but discovered accidentally to have extraordinary reflexes and a dynamic vision, then molded and groomed to become the best sniper there ever was. Such a motivational story should have been made into a novel.”

“Since you know how close we are, why didn’t you at least offer us a cup of coffee during the entire time we are here?” Abu answered, clearly miffed.

“Because I still couldn’t wrap my head around one thing,” the man leaned forward, smiling.

“Since the both of you are such outstanding individuals, even having groups of elite armed forces under your command, why then weren’t you able to handle a weak technician?” he went on.