Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"You're overthinking it. Just an ordinary citizen, a pedantic white supremacist bastard," Isaac scoffed. "I never imagined that Nazi remnants would be living such a comfortable life. In the end, they're just historical remnants."

"Watch your tone, kid." The old man's voice remained arrogant. "Our society is beyond your imagination. The fact that you can talk to me like that proves you're not white, right? Black or Asian?"

“It’s a living man, old man,” Isaac said. “I think you should straighten up your tone when you talk to me, Mr. Alfred.”

"..."

The phone remained silent for a short while. After a long pause, the old man asked, "How did you know my identity? Are you Nachiman?"

Nachman is the commander's name, but his identity was definitely not revealed by him.

"We've discovered your identity is quite simple. You're getting us to accept your commission while simultaneously sending others to kill us. You might be having a lot of fun, but have you considered the consequences?"

What are the consequences?

“For example, besides the Black Reef Company and your idiot organization, a third force has also infiltrated this matter,” Isaac smiled. “For example… something like IW.”

"What did you say!?"

Finally, at this moment, the old man's tone changed.

"I regret to inform you that fifteen stealth drones, all equipped with Hellfire missiles, have been surrounding your villa for several hours now, and are probably eager to use them."

"you……"

“To be honest, Mr. Alfred, in my eyes you and your so-called white society are nothing but…” Isaac said, his smile turning sinister.

"It's just like poop stuck to the toilet and can't be flushed down."

boom--

A loud bang came from the phone, followed by a busy tone.

"..."

“Deal with this guy named Nachman. IW will take full responsibility for this incident. As I said, your Black Lagoon will not be affected.”

"Yes... then this one is called Alfred..."

“I don’t know, but I hope his skin will be ‘noble white’ even after it’s burned.” Isaac had a smile on his face the whole time.

However, that smile sent a chill down one's spine.

Chapter 605: My identity must have been discovered

The haul from this voyage was quite substantial, including a German U-boat from World War II and a painting containing account information.

Black Lagoon originally only had a $50,000 commission fee, but because the client was killed by Isaac, the price was raised to $500,000.

Dutch was extremely pleased with this arrangement. Now he just hoped that each of his clients would be eliminated, and then he would wait for Isaac to raise his fees.

But this makes him seem more like an employee of Isaac.

The day after the incident ended, there was nothing much to do at the Black Reef Merchant Guild, so Levi and Isaac stayed in their dormitory together.

"What are you looking at on this screen all day?" Levi asked curiously. "If you have any porn, remember to let me see it too. I don't mind if it's a bit hardcore."

"Don't joke around, I don't keep that kind of thing on my computer."

His computer screen displays a large number of models and data, which would definitely make most people dizzy.

What is this thing?

“Some analytical data about ‘antimatter’,” Isaac said. “From the time I established the factory in Yerkastrum, I planned to build a large hadron collider to produce positively charged antihydrogen atoms. Because antimatter annihilates when it hits a container, a magnetic container is necessary, based on the theory that antihydrogen atoms possess a certain degree of magnetism…”

Isaac was talking non-stop, while Levi listened with a completely bewildered expression.

"Ideally, the container temperature should be close to or reach -273 degrees Celsius, so that..."

"Who would understand this?!"

"...Aren't you asking me what this is?"

"Ugh!! I'm so bored!"

Levi lay on Isaac's bed, rolling around in his pillow.

"You should act like an adult. Besides, didn't we just go underwater and be tomb raiders yesterday? Are you bored today?"

“There’s really nothing to do during the day…” Levi buried her face in the pillow. “At night I can go to a strip club to watch a show.”

What exactly is your sexual orientation?

Beep!

Suddenly, a communication signal rang from Isaac's computer.

It seems to be Sagara calling, but this time he used voice instead of video.

He easily connected the call.

"Hello? Instructor? This is Sagara."

"Oh, Sagara, is something wrong on your end?" Isaac asked.

Unless there are special circumstances, Sousuke Sagara usually gives a regular report once a month.

"The situation is urgent, so I'll keep it brief." Sagara's tone sounded somewhat serious.

Levi then came over, since she was bored anyway, and decided to listen to what he had to say.

"You said."

"Recently, the commander of the Western Pacific Operations Command, Captain Testarossa, the captain of TDD-1, has been inquiring about the instructors."

"Oh?"

"He came to me the day before yesterday and asked me questions about your hobbies, your birthday, and the type of girl you like."

Isaac listened without saying anything, but Levi narrowed her eyes slightly.

'This little girl really does have a thing for Isaac.'

The voice from the computer continued, "Instructor, I suspect the captain may be investigating your identity, and may have already begun to suspect that you have connections with IW."

Levi: "..."

What kind of subordinates did Isaac recruit? Why would anyone think of something so obvious?

However, Isaac's expression also turned serious.

"So that's how it is. She noticed it so quickly?"

Levi: "..."

"What measures should we take now? What if the instructor's identity is discovered...?"

“Wait a minute, this is the kind of question a normal little girl would ask. Why are you two suddenly so tense?” Levi could only sigh and facepalm at their conversation.

“You’re oversimplifying things,” Isaac said seriously. “Although I know her, I haven’t done any detailed research on her. The fact that she went from an ordinary girl to the commander-in-chief of the Western Pacific Fleet in just four years is enough to show that she’s very capable.”

"Asking about your hobbies and birthday is not enough to investigate your identity."

“A skilled intelligence agent can deduce very useful information from some simple intelligence, and the seemingly insignificant things she asked Sagara about me were actually just a smokescreen.” Isaac said, biting his nail. “Tsk, I really underestimated her before.”

"..."

"In short, Sagara, don't tell her the real information for now. It's best to tell her half the truth about me. If you find any danger, use the watch I gave you to call headquarters."

"Yes, sir."

The call ended, and Isaac smiled as he looked at the screen in front of him.

"Pretty impressive, but I won't let you find out my true identity so easily."

"You and your subordinates are quite 'smart' too."

Just then, Isaac's cell phone rang.

Upon checking the caller ID, I realized it was my dad.

"Could they have really found out? And they even told my dad?" Isaac answered the phone with a somewhat grim expression. "Hello? Dad, what's up?"

“Feifan, are you still investigating what happened four years ago?” Isaac’s father said with a smile. “You always run off during holidays. I really suspect you’re just going on vacation.”

"Hahaha, of course it's not just a simple trip," Isaac laughed.

They were just smuggling some weapons while traveling.

"Dad, is there something you need from me? Don't worry, I didn't find your old flame in Thailand."

"Ahem, of course not, don't think of your old man as so bad." The father coughed twice to cover his embarrassment. "I came here today because I need your help with something."

"What's going on?"

"You probably already know about 'The Listener,' right? Mithril has just discovered the whereabouts of a 'Listener,' and I hope you can help us protect her next month."

"I'm starting school next month."

"You can cancel this kind of thing."

"You should have told me earlier that I could cancel and I wouldn't have to go to school!"

"Huh? You really hate going to school that much?"

"Anyway, send me the people you want to investigate. Next month is still a long way off."

"I've already sent it to your computer; you can check her information."

"Oh."

Isaac looked at the screen, where there was indeed an email.

Chapter 606: Mira

Open the file, and you'll find the 'listener's' personal information.

She is a cute girl with red hair, who appears to be 14 years old. Her name is Danku Mila, and she is from Belarus.

"Dad, are you letting me protect this girl?"

“Yes, ever since your previous investigation revealed that things were related to the KGB, we've been secretly monitoring them. We discovered that they were also investigating the ‘Listeners.’ Coincidentally, we received intelligence that this girl named Mira might be a ‘Listener,’ and Belarus is right next to Russia…”

"Then you want me to go protect her again in a month? Besides, don't you have anyone over there?"

“Our people are still there, but they will all be back in a month,” the father said. “The Western Pacific team has just been reorganized. Although they have signed some agreements with IW, I’m still not comfortable with that organization.”

'What do you have to worry about with your son? I didn't even tell your mother about my past romantic escapades.'