Chapter 248 Infiltration I (1/2)

That night, before going out to meet Nitocris as Ice, Kyle had to knock Xing Han out. He didn't want Xing Han to know that he was going out, for Xing Han would definitely ask a million questions or insist on following.

Kyle couldn't have either.

So he simply put Xing Han into deep sleep, to ensure that he wouldn't wake up or be aware that he wasn't inside the room. Kyle didn't like using drugs, so utilising the pressure points and hypnotism was the best way to go.

Though some may say that playing with the mind and nerves was just as bad. Kyle disagreed, for his method didn't have any side effects nor long term effects. It was simply him 'persuading' the brain to do certain things.

Once done, and he was sure that Xing Han was asleep, Kyle changed into 'Ice'. This time, he wore his mask. Since Big Bro Nic asked for his help, it meant he would need to be incognito anyway. It certainly saved him from having to do the tedious make-up.

'Ice' went out the door and Hawthorne was there. He looked at Kyle once, up and down, shrugged and walked to his room. Kyle grinned and went out.

Upon reaching Nitocris's HQ, Kyle reached into his pocket and took out a card. It was an ID card, issued by the Black Dragon. It had the Black Dragon logo as a holographic 3D image embedded on it, and a microchip at the back.

Unlike other identification cards, this one did not have a picture of his face on it. The microchip served as a means to get information of the bearer from it.

Naturally, Ice held one of the highest ID card and it allowed him access to the highest level in the building. In order to enter Nitocris's office, Kyle would have to go through three levels of security.

The first was, obviously, the front desk.

In order to be able to enter, one would have to give their ID card and have a thumbprint scan. If the thumbprint scan did not match with the data on the microchip, the person would be shot on sight. Not to kill, but to maim and then torture for information.

To get up to Nitocris's office, Kyle would have to use the special lift. This was the second level of security. Only those on the list (which was updated daily) would be able to access the lift. Two cards needed to be inserted into the lift slots for the doors to open: the ID card of the approved guest and the lift supervisor's card.

The final security clearance was at the secretary's desk just before Nitocris's room. He would need to go through the usual ID scan, and have a body scan before surrendering his weapons.

Even though they already knew that Ice was coming, he still had to go through the usual security measures. However, it was different when he reached the last security stop.

When he opened the door, he recognised John, the secretary. He gave one brief nod to John, who took one look at 'Ice's trademark ice-blue eyes and masked face'. Instead of asking for Kyle's ID, he returned the nod and then went back to his work.

Kyle frowned.

He didn't say a thing but went to walk past the desk as per normal. However, just as he was right in front of the desk, he suddenly stopped. He turned and in a flash, Kyle had reached over the desk, grabbed the guy by the throat, and brought it to his face.

”What's with this laid-back attitude?! You easily let anyone into Big Bro's office?!” Kyle hissed.

John chocked and tried to get free from Kyle's iron grip, but it was no use.

”No matter WHO walks that door, no matter who you think it is, always ... ALWAYS check the identity,” Kyle growled, then flung him back to the chair in disgust.

”I'm even wearing a fucking mask, you idiot,” Kyle said, giving him a backhanded slap on the cheek. It was so hard that John's head swung to the side, and his cheek was already red and bruising and some teeth were broken.

Just as Kyle was going to give him another backhanded slap on the other side of the cheek, Nitocris's voice was heard from the door, ”That's enough, Ice.”

Kyle glared at the now puffed-up bloodied face guy in front of him, sending shivers down his spine.

”You're lucky,” Kyle hissed.

Then Kyle turned and whined at Nitocris, ”Whyyyyy?? It was just one gentle tap!”

Nitocris just gave him a bored look, turned and walked back into his office, internally shaking his head.

The moment Kyle's ID was inserted at the entrance log, Nitocris had been notified. As he sat at his desk, working, he monitored Kyle via the security cameras until Kyle reached outside his office. He sighed when he saw how stupid John was being.

True, no one could actually mistake Ice for anyone else.

It wasn't because of those unique coloured eyes of his. After all, it was something that anyone could copy simply by wearing the same contact lenses Kyle was using (not that anyone knew). It was his aura that sealed the deal.

No one would be able to duplicate it. Even when he wasn't doing anything, 'Ice' was like a cobra that was ready to strike. Also, anyone who had been subjected to his 'death glare' would unconsciously just start shivering whenever Ice walked by.

There wasn't anyone, who had come into contact with Ice, who wouldn't be able to recognise him - even just from the back profile.

His reputation was well deserved.