Rhode Island Park Project

When Mr. Moustache and Mr. Gray Hat entered their respective states, the electricity meters and water meters in the villa area were jumping bit by bit, along with the lines all the way to the main system of the villa area, and then continued to be transmitted to a complex organization somewhere.

"...Did you gain anything?"

After finishing his pursuit, Ascalon returned to the Duke's Mansion and saw a busy scene.

"Have."

Golding picked up a document.

"The recent unrest caused many people to stockpile daily necessities. However, based on the enemy's previous base locations, even their disguised bases avoided the most densely populated areas. Their real bases were located in well-equipped apartment buildings, so the results of our first survey sample were quickly completed."

Ascalon took the document from Golding and understood.

The electricity and water meters used in low-end residential areas are all mechanical, and it takes a lot of effort to monitor them. They have even specially prepared a batch of special equipment for this purpose.

However, as a city with a highly developed economy, the electricity and water meters of mid- to high-end residential buildings are directly connected to the system.

That is, data can be aggregated directly to relevant institutions.

Ascalon looked at the first suspect, and the corner of his eye twitched slightly.

"The reason for the suspicion is... was he suspected of brushing his teeth a few minutes ago?"

"Based on the fluctuations in water use, this target is highly similar to the samples we obtained. Although it cannot be completely guaranteed, most people always have some habits when brushing their teeth."

Ascalon glanced at the decimal points marked on several bands of the water usage curve and fell into silence.

Golding continued.

"People who brush their teeth three times a day probably have a certain obsession with cleanliness. If our target is forced to flee for a long distance in a dirty environment, there's a high chance they won't be able to resist washing themselves and brushing their teeth at the same time.

And look at what time it is."

Askalon subconsciously glanced at the time.

4:37 p.m.

Who has time to brush their teeth at this time...

She realized the implication of Golding's words.

"While there may be some coincidence, based on the data we just obtained, the other party's electricity usage also matches our sample. The distance from this location to the previous base also conforms to our standard range."

"...Then let's go and take a look."

Ascalon closed the folder in his hand and said, "This time, I won't let them get away."

"Then please."

Golding nodded as well.

This was all she could do. If she really wanted to deal with the elite agents under the Grand Duke, she would have to rely on Askalon.

However, as he led the team out of the house with an indifferent expression, Askalon actually felt a little subtle in his heart.

If we really catch the target this time, I wonder how that guy would feel when he knew that he was targeted just for brushing his teeth?

……

evening.

Having finished his dinner early and filled his stomach, Mr. Moustache lay tiredly on the sofa watching TV, his eyelids drooping.

He had been hiding from Gray Hat these days, and had trouble eating and sleeping. After what happened today, his physical strength seemed to have reached its limit.

"Dudu-"

Suddenly, an electronic sound scared the mustache man who was almost closing his eyes and made him jump up.

He suddenly stood up and turned his head, only then did he realize that it was the villa's electronic doorbell ringing.

Isn't this the safe house arranged by Gray Hat? Why would someone ring the doorbell?

This thought flashed through Mr. Moustache's mind.

"Hello, hello?"

He carefully climbed up from the sofa and called out twice in a low voice, but the man in the gray hat who was supposed to come out to deal with the situation did not show up as usual.

A chill instantly enveloped his whole body.

run.

Just as this thought occurred to him, the gate of the villa in his sight was suddenly knocked open by a black and heavy battering ram with a loud bang, and a group of uniformed and fully armed people quickly rushed into the house.

"You, you—"

Faced with the gleaming swords and crossbows, the gentleman with a small mustache standing in the hall froze in place, his legs trembling, but he dared not move an inch.

"Mr. Temeka Dukakis."

Two women walked out from the path between the crowd, and what made Mr. Moustache's heart stop was that he saw the bloody dagger in the hand of the cold and charming Sarkaz, and a familiar top hat that could be vaguely seen on the ground in the gap behind him.

"I'll go with you guys!!"

Mr. Moustache shouted at the top of his lungs, "I can tell you about the Duke of Caister's arrangements, my accomplices, and the resources I have!"

Standing next to the terrifying Sarkaz, the silver-haired woman, Filin, who seemed much softer and more elegant, and looked well-educated, seemed to be shaken for a moment, then slowly closed her eyes and opened them again.

"Commercial Co-Director Temika Dukakis committed suicide while on the run at 24:10 PM on August 8th, fearing his guilt for secretly planning and instigating 12 large and medium-sized riots and looting incidents, disregarding the need for cautious conflict, and intentionally destroying vital supplies, related facilities, and food worth over one billion pounds."

Mr. Moustache looked at the emotionless eyes in front of him and his eyes slowly widened.

He opened his mouth again eagerly, but all that came out of his throat was a "ho ho" sound of air leaking out.

He then realized something and raised his hand to cover his neck. His body suddenly lost strength and he fell to the ground.

Golding forced himself to look at the man in front of him with wide eyes, still reaching out to her in a pool of blood. His wide eyes seemed to be questioning why she couldn't just listen to him finish his words and why he was so heartless and cold-blooded.

"This is your charge, your judgment..."

By heaven, no... God and heaven never pay attention to people. Only human beings’ own hands can change what is happening in front of them.

——This is the opportunity given to her by Luo Hang——

That man is a true angel and a devil.

He can make the world a better place. He has a great side that is worthy of her bowing her head and repenting as if facing a god, but he also has a dark side that is worthy of her sacrificing herself to accept the sin.

The darkness she has to bear and the atrocities she has to accept are her repentance and atonement for her weakness. It is also the redemption that allows her to overcome her weakness and have the courage to face everything.

——Amen.

Do not,

——Roman.

"Are you ok?"

After putting away the dagger, Ascalon rarely took the initiative to express his concern to Golding.

"I'm very good."

Golding shook his head.

It's not okay, it's very good.

“Better than ever before.”

The investigation into Mr. Moustache these days not only allowed her to learn more about the crimes committed by those in power, but also allowed her to witness with her own eyes the many disasters and chaos they had caused.

She no longer had any doubts about the fate of these people, and she also felt remorse for her hesitation and guilt in killing her own kind.

Yes, she realized a fact.

As an ordinary person without enough courage, she cannot rely on herself to overcome her weakness, but she can seek courage, supervision and punishment from greater people.

This is the right path.

…is also the path of faith.

Chapter 266: Mission Rewards

"Thank you for your hard work, you two."

At the Duke Shi Huaiya's Mansion, Luo Hang, who had received the news in advance, personally greeted the two ladies who had returned triumphantly at the door.

Golding, looking tired and haggard, shook his head.

"As long as Duke Shi Huaiya's people can get everyone's lives back on track, as long as I am right this time..."

Golding bit his lip and didn't continue.

Judging from his appearance, Golding obviously still has a knot in his heart, but it would be better to say that Luo Hang has never helped him to resolve the knot.

Just like how he treated Lolo, the way he achieved certain things was always not in the normal way of thinking, and the same was true for Golding.

Originally, Golding committed suicide because he could not withstand the pressure of war and the information he leaked caused heavy casualties among the self-rescue army. However, under his influence, this original reason had long been guided into something else.

From a practical point of view, not having the energy to think about the original matter did help Golding get rid of the idea of ​​suicide, but on the other hand, this new idea, which was guided by him and even gradually became somewhat distorted, has reached the time to bear fruit.

"You are certainly right."

Luo Hang laughed.

What Golding wanted was to atone for his sins by making another sacrifice of his own in exchange for his own righteousness.

Once this correctness is achieved, she will go further and further on this path.

And now——

"Old Adams and those bigwigs we met at dinner last night are already busy cleaning up Dukaki's remnants and taking control of the situation.

If you walk into the house now, you'll be able to watch the news on TV about the evidence that has been collected and released. The opposition has been dismantled. As long as Heidi's progress goes smoothly and the supplies arrive, everything will be back on track, even better than before."

Luo Hang spoke in a soft and clear tone.

Those words seemed to have magic power, making Golding's eyes shine again despite his tired expression after days of sleepless nights.

"That's good... That's good...

If Heidi says so, it will definitely work..."

A slight smile of joy appeared on Golding's face.

She walked towards Luo Hang, who was also smiling in front of her. The fatigue that had been suppressed for a long time surged from her body and mind like a tide. Her body immediately became limp and lost strength, and her consciousness quickly fell into darkness.

Just before she completely lost consciousness, she seemed to feel warm clouds cushioning her body as she fell into the dark abyss.

"...Let's go in first."

Holding Golding who threw himself into his arms, Luo Hang, as a professional doctor, was not surprised and said something to Ascalon who was standing there.

Askalon nodded, and he turned and walked into the house with Golding.

The leader of the opposition fell, and Old Adams and others were busy dealing with various affairs at this time. Apart from some servants, there was no one in the Duke's Mansion who disturbed the three of them.

News reports were coming from the TV in the hall, but unfortunately, the teacher who should have been paying most attention to these contents now had her eyes closed and looked like she was sleeping very soundly.

"What do you think of her?"

Walking on the corridor in the Duke's Mansion, Luo Hang suddenly spoke.

With no one else around, Askalon quickly realized what Luo Hang meant.

“…She’s very talented.”

Askalon glanced at Golding in Luo Hang's arms and said, "I don't really understand things like inequalities, intervals, functions, and models, but she can find answers from them. That's her ability."

"Ha ha--"

Luo Hang laughed happily, "You should also understand modern scientific theories. Although I don't require you to become a doctor or anything like that, if you don't know how to learn, you will be left behind by the times."

"..."

Ascalon fell silent.

As an orthodox Sarkaz, her life experience is nothing but fighting with her own race and foreign races, and honing her sword and magic. As for other things, she really doesn't understand.

Luo Hang, who seemed to be in a good mood, pushed open the door of their bedroom, walked in holding Golding, and placed the sleeping teacher on the extravagant big bed.