592 Banquet Part 2 (1/2)

As director of the intelligence department in the headquarter of the army, he

was responsible for internal inspection as the prosecutor at the secret court

against any traitor inside the army. He was instinctively suspicious of

everything. And, he didn't believe that Watson would really think he would be

all right after handing over.

He knew too much secrets about the government. Once losing their power,

the best ending for people like Watson was to stay in the secret jail for the rest

of their lives or to do the dirty work for the government secretively with a bomb

implanted in his body. They didn't dare to get out of the cell even if they were

granted freedom as there were too many people who wanted them dead.

There must be something wrong. He just hadn't figured it out yet.

”Well, the rain is heavier.” Wiping the rain water off his face, Watson said, ”can

you hold this umbrella for me, sir? A hot meal of steak would be perfect after

we do this. I am so cooperative, you should treat me better. Right?”

The secret agent showed no emotion on his face, ”hope you are not playing

tricks.” Then he stared at the building far away which was so quiet – the third

shipyard.

As sailboats became outdated due to their primitive technology, the shipyard

went bankrupt and thus was abandoned. No one would come to this place,

except those members of the sailboat club who are rich and love old things

when they use the channels for boat racing.

He could even recite the name list of the managers of the sailboat club. But

now, he understood that they were only the scapegoat for the real criminals.

The director of secret agents looked at Watson coldly, ”why this warehouse

was not in the catalogue?”

”What is the brain for if a catalogue could do all the work?” Watson shrugged.

”what's more, technically, this place was not in my charge. It's a secret

meeting place of the higher-level departments.”

”Higher-level departments?” The director sneered, ”you have no higher-level

departments now. From the moment of the assassination by Maxwell, the Fifth

Department had ceased to exist.”

”Ok, ok. It's your call.” Watson heaved a sigh. ”Whatever you say, as long as

you give me the umbrella back.”

The director waved, and someone held an umbrella over Watson. But the rain

still dropped onto the blanket on Watson's knee and the blanket was soaked

quickly. Watson wiped the rain water off his face and heaved another sigh.

”It is my favorite blanket.”

Their search didn't stop at all. They pushed open the gate and went further in

the warehouse. Along the way, the accountants quickly checked the inventory

in each room of the warehouse. A lot of precious supplies were found during

the inventory taking, the huge amount of which was shocking even to the ear

of the agent head.

It was the private collection of Shaman! It was almost huge enough to be a

warehouse of strategic war supplies.

So much weapons and power armors! What is he up to? Or, how long had he

been planning for the riot?”

Two hours later, the director got the inventory result from his secretary. He

showed no emotion on his face, yet he lit a cigarette, his hands shaking

slightly.

”Hey, my friend. Can I have a cigarette?” Watson asked.

The director looked at him coldly for a long while. Then, he suddenly raised

his feet and kicked Watson on to the ground. Watson rolled on the ground and

bumped his forehead onto the leg of the table. His forehead was injured and

began to bleed immediately.

”Don't you play any trick on me!” Stepping on Watson's face and watching him

suffering all the insults, the director felt more and more worried. Watson let

him without any resistance.

”I want only a cigarette. Or, if you don't believe me, you can just kill me now.”

Watson spread out his hands. ”I'm useless now. right?”

One of the agents came nearer, hand on the hilt of his saber. The agent head,

however, didn't nod his head. He snorted and said, ”take him away from here.

This son of bitch! There must be something else he had not told us yet.”

”This is not we agreed!”

”Listen, Mr. Watson. You do whatever I tell you. You understand?” The director

tossed his pack of cigarettes to Watson. ”Your job here is done. Now take the

cigarettes to the army jail and enjoy your holiday there. The country will need

you in the future.”

”All right. Whatever you say.” Watson let them grab him and stuffed him into

the wheelchair. He only frowned when someone stepped on his blanket. ”This

is my favorite blanket! You be careful! This is the best from India. You guys

can never afford one of this for your whole life.”

”Your blanket?” The guy was so angry that he laughed. Then, he stamped on

the blanket and rubbed the blanket on the ground with his foot, leaving a dirty

footprint on it. He then stared at Watson provokingly. ”You were saying?”

Watson took a deep breath and heaved a long sigh. Then, he closed his eyes.

”You mistook me. I was not talking to you just now.”

He didn't look at the guy any more. He took out a cigarette from the silver

cigarette box. Then, he rubbed a match on the back of his wheelchair. The

match was lit up, giving faint yellow light.

A click was heard from the closed warehouse.

Bang!

The guy stepping on Watson's blanket fell on the ground, his brain and blood

all over the place and staining the blanket.

The cigarette was lit, showing a red spot in the darkness. More people fell

without a sound but blood spurting out.

At last, there was only Watson sitting in his wheelchair. He smoked the

cigarette deeply and puffed out wisps of smoke into the air.

There was no longer any one who was able to move in the warehouse.

Boom!

Hearing the whistling sound, the director had a bad feeling and turned around

immediately. He saw something silver dashing to him and the next moment,

he was nailed onto the wall by an arrow that was as thick as his arm.

There was a big hole in his chest and blood oozed out.

He stared at Watson unbelievably, muttered something undistinguishable in

an almost inaudible voice, ”Hehe…hehe…”

Nothing was heard in the silence, except Watson's breath and his impressable

groan.

Until then, some indistinct figures appeared from the inside of the warehouse

and from the rain outside the warehouse.

”I told you to be careful.” Looking at the blanket stained with brains, Watson

shook his head. ”This is my favorite blanket.”

Lola emerged from the air and shot an indifferent glance at him. ”I'll take care