Chapter 267: The Mantis Uses Its Arms as a Chariot
Nothing would interest Victor as much as obtaining traces of Donnie.
And it's not just interest, but also the desire for revenge that drives him.
As William said, a performer has no ability to harm others. The key is to find and recognize him. As long as he recognizes the other person, everything will be over.
If there are other traitors within the Police Bureau, they must be connected with the performers disguised as police officers.
certainly……
The performer may not be Downey, but there is always a possibility.
It was necessary to go to the Police Bureau to retrieve personnel travel records, and Victor had to go there alone to ask Henry for help.
However, he did not see Henry when he arrived at the Inspection Bureau. He learned through some internal staff that Henry was probably still on duty and was not in the bureau for the time being.
So Victor revealed his identity and sought to obtain the list of participants in the Progressive Party case.
An investigator took him upstairs to the office there to apply.
But before he got there, Victor met an unexpected person in the corridor.
Weeden Bumpers…
He still had the same beardless face, just like a eunuch. Victor almost forgot about this person once he mentioned it.
He passed by Weeden, and this cautious guy actually recognized Victor.
"It's you?!"
Weeden raised his chin and looked down at Victor with his arrogant dog eyes.
But he is not tall enough, so no matter how he steps up, he cannot reach the level where a dog looks down on others.
After returning from the east after the incident with the Conor Gang, Weeden had never formally met Victor. Victor hid at the Incense Mansion last time, and Weeden had no idea that he was hiding under the bed at that time.
Therefore, this meeting should be regarded as a "reunion after a long absence" between old enemies.
"Why are you here, kid?" Weeden saw that his feet were not as high as Victor's, so he lowered his eyes and glanced up and down.
Victor's external number is No. 99. I'm afraid that only Henry in the Intelligence Bureau knows who No. 99 is. Most people don't know his exact identity at all, so Weeden doesn't know that Victor has become an elite agent of the Defense and Suppression Department.
Victor was not used to remembering these small characters, and Whedon was one of them. He was stopped by the other party before he recalled who this person was.
"Ah~! Detective Weeden, long time no see..."
After saying that, Victor was about to avoid him and walk away. This perfunctory attitude made Weeden feel embarrassed, and he stopped in front of Victor a little annoyed.
"Boy Damon, do you know where this place is? Don't think that Thomas has fallen and you can do whatever you want when you come to Renekton."
Do whatever you want? You'll be charged with it, right?
Victor smiled helplessly: "Of course I know, this is the Inspection Bureau."
Weeden glared at the little agent leading the way next to Victor: "Who allowed him to come in? Don't you know there are many confidential files upstairs?"
The latter wanted to explain, but Victor waved his hand to stop him.
"Any questions?"
"I'm sorry, Damon boy, I have to arrest you now..."
"Arrest me?" Victor laughed angrily, "Inspector Weeden, maybe you came back from the East too soon. I have been coming to the Police Bureau frequently in the past two months, and I have not done anything that violates the regulations.
Investigator Henry can vouch for me, what reason do you have to arrest me?"
Victor must have arrived in Renekton before Weeden. The last time they met was at the Incense Mansion. After that, maybe because the office areas were too far apart (after all, the Police Bureau is very big), Victor almost never met in the Bureau.
Weeden.
At this time, Weeden showed his upgraded badge and sneered. It turned out to be the investigator's badge!
"That boy Henry was lucky to be promoted before me, but unfortunately, I am also a prosecutor now. Don't think he can save your life, the trainee agent next to you! I order you to arrest this person!"
Weeden suffered a lot from Henry and Victor, and his pent-up resentment seemed to be able to be vented today.
However, the agent did not move, and replied very hesitantly and nervously: "Mr. Weeden...this Mr. Damon is...an elite agent of the Department of Defense and Suppression..."
Elites of the Ministry of Defense and Suppression?
Weeden thought he heard wrongly.
He didn't even know Victor was a seer.
"How is that possible! When did this kid become..."
"Yes, Inspector Weeden, think carefully with your sloth-like mind, how could the Inspection Bureau let an ordinary citizen into the core area at will?"
Victor followed the agent's words and taunted Weeden. The latter originally thought that he had the upper hand, but found out that he had no advantage at all. He was immediately angered by such ridicule.
"An agent of the Department of Anti-Suppression, right? Then you are very lucky, but even if you are an elite agent, you are only at the same level as me. As long as you do not obtain the authorization from above, I have the power to prevent you from approaching the Intelligence Bureau.
Confidential Department.”
Victor frowned after hearing this and asked: "So...does the inspector have the right to order you to get out of the way?"
The corners of Weeden's lips raised: "Henry is not an inspector. If you can convince an inspector to give me an order, I can indeed let you pass."
Victor sighed, finally took out his mid-level agent badge and pinned it on his chest.
Gold D-shaped medal... plus a ten-star badge at the level of inspector of the Inspection Bureau...
Yes, the mid-level agent of the Ministry of Defense and Suppression corresponds to the level of inspector of the Inspection and Inspection Bureau...
When he saw what was on Victor's chest, Weeden was immediately dumbfounded.
How could he have thought that such a brat who had been struggling in the East could reach a higher level than Henry in such a short period of time...
Thinking about himself, he entered the Inspection Bureau earlier than Henry. Not only was he promoted ahead of Henry, but now he was overpowered by a little stinker from the east.
The resentment that was about to be vented was forced back, and Whedon was almost overwhelmed.
"Then... Investigator Weeden, I order you to get out of the way."
Victor raised his head and pointed his chin at the other person.
He is a head taller than Whedon, and he can look down on others without stepping on his feet.
Weeden was a little stunned and made way for Victor like a machine.
When walking past him, Victor suddenly stopped and turned to ask him: "When you see the inspector, do you just make a bad face to your superiors like this?"
Weeden reacted and greeted through gritted teeth: "I'm sorry, Mr. Victor..."
"Shouldn't you call me sir?" Victor teased.
Sir?
We are not an army.
Weeden wanted to scold but didn't dare, so he could only explain in the end: "That's a title in the military. Being called Mr. or Ms. is the greatest respect in the workplace."
"Then your respect is really cheap and confusing. If you're in a good mood, just call me sir, if you're in a bad mood, just call me brat..." Victor went on to sarcastically say.
Weeden's face became even more gloomy: "I apologize to you...Mr."
After glancing at him one last time, Victor stopped entangled with this man and asked the detective beside him to lead him to the management department to randomly check the records.
On the way, Victor muttered: "Weeden Bumperce, when was he promoted?"
It was originally a soliloquy, and Victor didn't expect the agent next to him to answer. But obviously, the little agent next to him thought he was asking himself, so he replied: "It should have been a few days ago."
Victor stopped with his hands behind his back and looked at him: "So close? What major case did he participate in and received a commendation?"
The detective nodded: "Yes, sir, it was the murder case of the Progressives not long ago. The person in charge was the elite agent No. 13 of the Anti-Suppression Department. Mr. Weeden participated in the sealing of the scene."