Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 492 Identity
The other side of the city.

Peng Yuan, who had hailed a taxi, got off at the entrance of an upscale residential community.

He put one hand in his pocket, walked to the door with an air of nonchalance, swiped his card, and went inside.

Then they started banging on the security door.

"Check it out! Open the door!"

Peng Yuan pressed his face against the crack in the door and shouted.

There was a moment of silence inside, followed by a series of light footsteps approaching the door.

With a click of the lock turning, the door opened.

“I’ll say it again, my name is Chuck Battier, not Checknao.”

Chuck, the man in the trench coat from yesterday, opened the door and let Peng Yuan in: "Also, I'm your distant uncle now, so watch your words."

“Giving nicknames is a way for us to express friendliness in our area.”

Peng Yuan chuckled, walked straight into the living room without even changing his shoes, and opened each room to look around: "Three bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen, two bathrooms, two balconies, and a small storage room... You live quite comfortably here!"

Peng Yuan returned to the living room and glared at Chuck with hostility: "Why should I live in the dormitory while you live alone in this big apartment? That's not fair!"

"There's no such thing as fair or unfair; it's a job requirement."

Chuck placed his hands on the computer desk, his right hand scrolling through some documents with the mouse: "My current role is in foreign trade, and I might need to entertain some clients at home, so I need a slightly nicer place."

As a student, you should naturally live in the school dormitory. Besides, this place is far from school, and you probably don't want to spend a lot of time commuting to and from school every day, right?

"What you said makes a lot of sense, but why do I feel like you're trying to frame me?" Peng Yuan crossed his arms and looked at Chuck coldly.

"I brought you to Qianhua City this time to let you understand the organization's style of operation and to familiarize you with the mission process. You just need to watch quietly and don't cause me any trouble."

As Chuck spoke, he picked up a banknote and scribbled on it in his notebook.

This piqued Peng Yuan's curiosity.

"What are you doing? Are you deciphering some kind of code?"

Peng Yuan walked over to Chuck and peered into the notebook.

Chuck was speechless: "...Don't bring the movie plot into reality. I'm just recording the workflow of foreign trade work and the customer's number."

"Foreign trade work?"

Peng Yuan didn't react at first, but after a couple of seconds he realized what Chuck was saying: "You're really planning to work for a foreign trade company? What about our mission then!"

"This is our task. I'm here under the guise of doing foreign trade, so naturally I have to do this job well first. The faster we finish the job, the more time we'll have left to search for DX818A."

Chuck stared intently at the computer screen: "Do you think we'd be like in the movies, running around on rooftops every day, peeking around with binoculars?"
The task we've taken on is a long-term mission. The first thing to do in a long-term mission is to do a good job of disguising our identity and integrate into that identity reasonably before considering the tasks assigned by the organization.

Those flamboyant guys in spy movies aren't spies, they're armed mercenaries. Violence is a last resort, and I hope you remember that.

Chuck specifically brought Peng Yuan, who wasn't very useful, along on this mission. Besides Peng Yuan's strong request, the higher-ups also wanted to take this opportunity to train him properly.

The purpose of training is to give people a general idea of ​​what methods to use in various situations.

This kind of training is just a very general overview.

Many small details can only be understood by experiencing them firsthand.

Staying in the training base all the time is far less effective than having a real combat experience.

After all, practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.

It's like everyone is in the same class, and the teacher teaches the same things.

When students have similar intelligence levels, they may receive special tutoring to help them prepare for entrance exams and conduct mock exams.

Students who know what will be on the exam and what won't are definitely better off than those who have no family education.

Chuck's superiors had this idea in mind, which is why they allowed Chuck to bring Peng Yuan along.

Peng Yuan opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

However, while feeling a little disappointed, he also felt a secret thrill: "So, all I have to do is play the role of a student?"

Actually, Peng Yuan originally planned to just coast through his schooling.

He volunteered to return to Qianhua City, not for any mission.

Having seen a wider world, the trivial matters at school seemed utterly meaningless to him.

Peng Yuan chose the identity of a student simply because he wanted to experience the thrill of having a special identity that was 'a student on the surface, but a member of a secret organization in secret'.

Many people who went through a rebellious phase of their teenage years have probably fantasized about similar scenarios.

Now that he has the chance to fulfill his dream, how could he possibly miss it?

Experiencing life in movies firsthand is much more interesting than going to school.

But from the moment Peng Yuan saw the roster of students in the honors class in the office, he changed his mind.

If it weren't for the distance, he would have loved to give the logistics staff member in charge of arranging the fake identity a big kiss on the face.

In Peng Yuan's view, this is a "fate" ordained by heaven.

"In principle, as long as you don't do anything outrageous, you can do whatever you want."

Chuck had low expectations for Peng Yuan, but things could take an unexpected turn: "However, if your actions cause a disturbance, I will immediately send you back to headquarters, no questions asked."

"Tsk, got it."

Peng Yuan clicked his tongue impatiently.

He completely ignored Chuck's warning.

He possessed the potential to become a fusion warrior, and even with only some basic enhancements, he would be able to dominate ordinary people.

Cause a riot? At worst, we'll just hypnotize everyone.

Surely the countermeasures bureau doesn't have so many people that they would conduct regular mental health checks on a school?
Chuck didn't say much, but just gave Peng Yuan a deep look.

I've already given the warning; whether Peng Yuan listens or not is up to him.

As long as we can give the higher-ups an explanation, that's fine.

After a while, Peng Yuan seemed to remember something and asked, "Hey Chuck, you're not really planning to do foreign trade for three years, are you? When do you plan to carry out the mission?"

"Didn't I already say that we should search for DX818A in our spare time, and execute the task whenever we finish dealing with the clients?"

Chuck, without looking up, said, "With my identity, I can contact many people. By offering discounts on purchases and leveraging local connections, it will be much easier to find those traitors."

People who undertake long-term covert missions generally choose Chuck's method.

Using one's unique identity to gather information is the style of legitimate intelligence professionals.

(End of this chapter)