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Chapter 62 A Life-Changing Deal

For others, the term "limited agency" might be a recently hyped-up term, but not for Walter.

He had heard about the legends of this mysterious organization in the industry long ago. Some well-known technology companies, such as Siwei Technology, Life Medicine, and Nagase Group, were able to expand rapidly from unknown small companies to their current status as industry leaders, all thanks to the strong support of the organization behind the scenes.

I never imagined that one day my family company would receive the favor of government agencies.

"What did they say? Did they leave their contact information in their reply?" Walter's speech noticeably quickened.

Perhaps not expecting his father to be so agitated, Gio took a small step back. "I left a phone number... but judging from the number, it's an international call."

“Send the business letter,” he said immediately.

"You're going to call them yourself?" A hint of surprise flashed in Gio's eyes. "Could it be that the online discussions about the Dimensional Agency are true?"

“I don’t know what’s being discussed online, and I’m not interested in knowing, but I’ll handle this deal. You can leave now.”

The other person did as instructed, but before leaving, he glanced into the inner room, seemingly casually.

Walter pressed the communicator, instructing everyone not to disturb him. Only after confirming that the bodyguards and servants had left did he solemnly pick up the phone.

This number might be forwarded multiple times, and the person who answers might not be the right person at all, or it might even be a non-existent number. But Walter didn't expect that the moment he pressed the last number, a voice would come from the other end of the phone.

"Maintenance and Restriction Agency".

The voice was young; it belonged to a man.

Since the other party is not giving their name, it proves that they do not want to leave their name, even if it is just a pseudonym or code name.

Walter naturally didn't press the matter. "I am Walter Weiss. I heard you want to buy a batch of light weapons, around five thousand in number?" While waiting, he had already read through all the emails sent by the other party on his computer.

“Not bad,” the man replied briefly.

"How do we trade? If it's money, that's easy, but what about ability..."

"Just turn on the video call, but before that, you need to decide what kind of ability you want."

So direct?

Walter felt his chest pounding, just like when he had just taken over the company from his father and made his first deal with someone. His body, over fifty years old, was bursting with an indescribable vitality.

"Are any kinds of abilities acceptable?"

There was a faint chuckle on the other end. "Mr. Weiss, what do you think?"

If any other businessman had dared to speak like that, Walter would most likely have hung up, but at this moment he held his breath and said, "Please allow me to think about it."

Actually, he doesn't care too much about what kind of abilities he can gain.

What he truly valued was the opportunity to establish a connection with the government.

He didn't know why the other party had chosen him; in the arms industry, family companies were practically unknown. But then he thought about it, and realized that those rumored tech companies connected to government agencies had all started from obscurity, so the other party's choice seemed quite reasonable.

His company's performance seemed to have entered a period of stability, but in reality, Walter always had a hidden worry. Their product line focused on individual soldier equipment, including bulletproof vests, exoskeletons, and infrared night vision devices, in addition to firearms and ammunition. However, these markets were being squeezed by unmanned and intelligent weapons, leaving little room for growth.

Meanwhile, his illicit trades, which couldn't be conducted openly, faced both malicious competition from his peers and international oversight. Staging car accidents or even directly planting explosives for assassinations were nothing new to him.

Walter was eager to find a new market, preferably in the competitive high-tech equipment sector, and then completely extricate himself from the illegal arms trade.

Now that the authorities have come knocking on our door, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

If he could confirm the other party's identity, he would give them the guns as a gift, even without any reward.

Unfortunately, gaining this ability was also the only way he could confirm the other party's identity.

Walter dared not remain silent for too long. After thinking for a dozen seconds, he spoke again, "If possible, I would like to know if there are any traitors in the company."

Recently, his business has been targeted and sabotaged. His competitors seem to have a head start on his pricing, and he has also faced the risk of assassination attempts while traveling. He has begun to suspect that someone is sabotaging him from within.

However, this was a family matter, and he couldn't go into too much detail before confirming the other party's identity.

There was no immediate response.

Just as Walter was wondering if the request was too far-fetched, a video connection suddenly popped up on the monitor on his desk.

The lighting was very dim, making it almost impossible to see the background, while a large camera was positioned close to the center of the screen.

"Look at the camera," the voice on the phone said.

Walter immediately realized that the company network had been compromised.

However, he was not surprised. The computer in the study was connected to the public network and did not store any sensitive information. In addition, the other party was a security agency, so it was not surprising that they had such means.

He looked at the monitor for less than two seconds, and the screen went black instantly before flashing back to the normal desktop.

"Give it a try," the other person said again.

Walter was suddenly startled!
He sensed a different emotion, peaceful... serene, like a cup of black tea without milk. Was it just his imagination?
"I'm-"

For the first time in all his years in business, Walter felt awkward.

“This is the ability you need. Don’t be nervous. Once you get used to it, you can choose whether or not to sense it.” The man seemed unsurprised by his astonishment. “We’ll contact you again once your goods are ready.”

The call was then disconnected.

Walter was still in a daze.

He discovered that this peculiar emotion accompanied the other person's speech; it was definitely not an illusion. Could this be the ability the organization had bestowed upon him?!
But they didn't even meet him in person, let alone take any medication, have surgery, or receive any injections. The only thing they did was let him see a camera through the internet.

After sitting there for a moment, Walter pressed the communication bell on the table.

"George, come here and bring Danny in too." George was his old butler, who was waiting in the next room.

"Yes."

The other party quickly pushed the blood-stained man to a spot in front of him. "What can I do for you?"

"Just tell me anything." Walter leaned back in his chair.

The old butler was taken aback for a moment, but still followed the master's instructions and said, "Is the weather nice today?"

"They said I'm handsome."

George's face twitched. "Sir, I don't think that description suits you."

Uncharacteristically, Walter said, "I'd like to hear it."

The old butler could only say with a straight face, "You...are very handsome."

With every word the other person uttered, even a brief "yes," Walter felt a bright, comfortable warmth, like the autumn sunlight streaming through a window. This was completely different from the feeling he got from the man in the office, and he could clearly distinguish between the two.

Even when the old butler said something against his conscience, this emotion did not change at all.

This means it cannot determine whether something is true or false.

“You say it too.” Walter turned his head to look at Danny, whose hands were tied behind his back.

"Boss, I really don't know anything! Please believe me, I've been framed!" Danny pleaded repeatedly. "Please let me go, I have children waiting for me at home!"

In an instant, a vivid sense of malice flooded his mind, a stark contrast to the warmth he had felt earlier.

"I see." Walter's lips curled into a smile. This was ability... a profound feeling that ordinary people could never experience. But what pleased him even more was that the company could finally connect with the government.

"Are you going to release him?" the old butler asked.

"Let him go. And we must choose a spacious bay to let him go, so that his ten years with me will not have been in vain."

Upon hearing Walter's words, Danny's face turned deathly pale, but before he could beg for mercy, George had already pulled out a handkerchief and stuffed it into his mouth.

“Wait a minute, let Gio handle this,” Walter said again. “Since he’s going to take over the company, there will be plenty of things like this. It’s good for him to get used to it beforehand.”

George nodded in agreement. "I'll go and inform him."

Soon the eldest son was summoned to the study.

"Father, what happened to you..." He looked at Danny, whose face was covered in blood and whose mouth was gagged, and his brows furrowed deeply.

At that very moment, Walter suddenly felt an indescribable malice, far more intense than Danny's! If the discomfort Danny caused him was like a puddle of sewage, then the malice surging forth now was a monstrous wave!
He stared at his eldest son, and suddenly understood many things. Some trade secrets could not be stolen by one or two employees working together, but if the company's heir was involved, the situation would be very different.

“Father, isn’t it a bit hasty of you to treat Mr. Danny like this?” Gio, completely oblivious to the change in his father’s expression, said, “I think this matter needs further investigation. You can’t trust the informant’s words…”

Walter opened the drawer, took out a revolver, disengaged the safety, and handed it to Gio.

"Kill him, now."

Gio froze, "Father—"

“Danny is a traitor,” Walter said in the slowest tone. “Don’t forget the family’s admonition: never forgive a traitor.”

The eldest son's face was ashen. He walked to the table and picked up the pistol with hands that felt like they were made of lead.

He was clearly hesitant, but not for long.

"You forced me to do this..."

After saying this in a low voice, Gio suddenly turned his gun and pointed it at Walter. "Let me and Danny leave! Or I'll shoot!"

"Young Master, what are you doing?!" The old butler was greatly shocked.

Walter remained unmoved. "Is it because of your wife's death? Or is it that your disgust for me has reached an intolerable level?"

"All of them!" Gio's face was no longer indifferent as before, but instead contorted with a ferocity never seen before. "If it weren't for your arms smuggling, Alyssa wouldn't have been blown up! If the family hadn't run this damned company, so many tragedies wouldn't have happened! If you continue to be so cold-blooded, we'll all be finished sooner or later!"

The malice came wave after wave, seemingly without end.

Walter accepted everything without question.

He opened the other drawer, took out a revolver of the same model, and slowly raised the muzzle.

"Don't move it, put it down!" Gio warned sternly.

The father's hands moved slowly but firmly.

Gio pulled the trigger first—

After a gunshot rang out, the eldest son stared at him in shock, seemingly unable to believe it was real. But the moment he clutched his chest and fell to the ground, the pain on his face transformed into intense resentment and hatred.

Only one of the two guns was loaded with bullets, which was one of Walter's habits.

"Sir, he is your son!" the old butler said, unable to bear it.

Walter put down his gun, walked over to George, and patted him on the shoulder. "It's precisely because he's the eldest son of the Weiss family that I have to do it myself. And I suddenly realize... I'm still quite young, far from the time to retire."

He realized his son was right; he was indeed a cold-blooded animal, especially when faced with the choice between business and family. He didn't even have time to grieve over Gio's betrayal, because his long-dormant fighting spirit began to beat strongly once more.

He will personally handle this deal, and all future business dealings with the Weixian Agency.

(End of this chapter)