A Scientific Urban Detective.

Chapter 270: Crusade against "Tools"

"Forget it, I have no choice but to answer the call anyway." Mai Ye Shenli said after calming down. "Even if it's troublesome, she paid very quickly, so let's not make a fuss about it."

"Mai Ye Shenli, urgent mission." Without any greeting, the voice on the phone said straight to the point, "It must be completed before dawn the day after tomorrow, and there is no reward for this mission!"

"Huh?" Mai Ye Shenli screamed. The beam of "Atomic Disintegration" was already aimed at the mobile phone, as if it wanted to bombard it along the radio wave signal.

"Do you want to recall what you just said?" Franda also shouted into the phone beside her, "How dare you withhold our wages?"

"There's no deduction, it's just that I'm simply not paying you." The voice on the phone was very calm. "In fact, I'm taking good care of you by notifying you now. You should be grateful!"

Franda was so angry that she took out a bomb from under her skirt and wanted to blow the phone to pieces.

At this point, Mai Ye Shen Li was not so angry anymore: "Your hiding place is not that difficult to find. If you can't give me a reasonable explanation..."

"Besides you, there is another 'prop' in this city." The voice on the phone convinced Mai Ye Shenli with one sentence.

The four "props" all thought of the email at the same time.

"Go on." Mai Ye Shenli said.

"Huh? So calm? I'm not lying." Instead, the voice on the phone was a little surprised. "Could it be that you already know the news?"

"Cut the nonsense!"

"Oh, I see. It seems you have your own intelligence channels besides me," the voice on the phone said. "Anyway, according to the original plan, you two 'Tools' were to compete for the position. Whichever performed better would get to keep the name 'Tool'. As for the loser... you should be clear on that, right?"

"Get to the point!" Mai Ye Shenli urged.

"That's the situation. In fact, as your direct supervisor, I only recently learned of the existence of this other 'prop'—to ensure fair competition," the voice on the phone said. "But, fortunately, the other side messed up!"

"Messed up?" Kinuhata asked curiously.

"Yes, the 'props' over there got into trouble," the voice on the phone said. "Perhaps they got carried away, or perhaps the money blinded their minds? Anyway, they're addicted to a game called 'Underground Arena.'"

"Underground Arena!" This keyword once again attracted the attention of several girls.

"Although they did make a lot of money from this game, for an Anbu organization, this is a bit putting the cart before the horse, isn't it?" Perhaps because of his good mood, the voice on the phone was much more cheerful than usual. "And the most fatal thing is that that shady underground competition was suddenly exposed recently!"

The Guard Corps and the Discipline Committee are both keeping an eye on the "Underground Arena" case. In this situation, even the identity of "Anbu Organization" cannot save them.

Not to mention, what they did with the fake "props" was not in line with the interests and principles of the "Anbu Organization".

So, being abandoned is only natural.

The competition and contest between the two "props" came to an abrupt end in this way.

"But until now, they still have the identity of the 'Anbu Organization'. Once it is exposed to the public, it will be very troublesome." The voice on the phone said, "So, we must get rid of them before the guard forces react and take action!" Only then did the reason for this mission become clear.

"There's no reward. Perhaps, destroying another 'prop' is your reward."

"Oh, what a calculation! You want us to work for you, but you don't want to pay us, and you still want us to be grateful to you?" Mai Ye Shenli sneered, "It would be a waste of talent if you don't do business."

"what do you want?"

"Ten billion - even if it's just a fake, the name 'Tool' is worth the price." Mai Ye Shenli said.

"Wow, the lion opened its mouth wide!" Franda exclaimed softly from the side.

"Oh, you're so bold," the voice on the phone said. "But did you know that the prize money for the champion of this 'underground arena' every season is 10 billion, and it's an anonymous savings card."

"So profitable?" Mai Ye Shenli was a little surprised, "That means..."

This means that the "Underground Arena" must have more than 10 billion anonymous debit cards. These cards are even more convenient than cash, as they can be used directly as long as they are available.

"In fact, there's definitely more cash stored at the 'Underground Arena,'" the voice on the phone said seductively. "As long as we can resolve the incident before the security forces, no one will pursue the matter, no matter how much money is taken."

"How cunning! After all, you don't have to pay anything." Mai Ye Shenli shook his head. "However, considering the hundreds of billions or even more in spoils, we will accept this mission."

Although they kept complaining, in fact, Mai Ye Shenli and the others were not at a disadvantage.

Defeating the fake "tool" was exactly what Mai Ye Shenli wanted to do.

Now, with official endorsement, they can act openly; and they have also been promised that all the "battlefield spoils" will belong to them.

Although even without this promise, Mai Ye Shenli did not intend to hand over his "trophies", doing so would still cause some trouble - the "voice on the phone" might deduct the money back little by little from the future mission rewards.

The voice on the other end of the line expressed satisfaction with the outcome of the negotiation: "Very good. I will register this operation as an official mission and include it in the file. This will be beneficial for your rating and evaluation."

As he spoke, the voice on the phone sent an email: "The people on this list are all VIPs invited to watch the game in person. If you pick one or two people, you should be able to sneak into the game, right?"

"Well, good luck to you." After that, the voice on the phone cut off the communication.

After opening the email, Mai Ye Shenli glanced at it and couldn't help but want to throw the phone away.

Franda came over to take a look and couldn't help but complain: "Is it really just a name?"

It turned out that the so-called "mission information" provided by the voice on the phone consisted of only a dozen names, and there were no other clues.

(End of this chapter)