Chapter 85 Irenshere

In the corridor.

The facilities were all destroyed. Of the six members of the intelligence team, two were seriously injured, two were slightly injured, and two were on leave.

There was also a gear-shaped guard, its eyes open, holding a communication terminal in its hand, leaning against the specimen room, motionless, as if it had died during a call.

The entire intelligence team office resembled a large specimen room, showing no signs of being a liaison office.

The investigation team walked around the room, asking a member of the research team who was inspecting the facilities questions.

What was stolen?

The research team pointed to the box that had been opened and then closed, and said, "One document is missing."

The investigators frowned, looking as if a family heirloom had been stolen, and were sullen.

Just then, the hallway lights came on.

A man wearing a beret, smoking a cigar, and dressed in a secret agent uniform appeared in the flickering lights.

"Irenshere the Thousand-Faced Man? What are you doing here?"

The investigators were very familiar with this guy; "Man of a Thousand Faces" was his nickname, and Irenshere was his real name.

This person is known as incredibly powerful at the Hero Alliance headquarters.

At the same time, he is also known for his cunning.

"Ah, I have a day off today and just happened to be passing by, so I thought I'd take a look around."

Irenshere threw his unfinished cigar into a blast-proof bottle, which immediately emitted black smoke, frightening several staff members who fled the scene.

However, he urinated into the bottle, and that solved the problem.

Investigators continued searching for the missing documents.

Irenshere, like an expert, turned the things on the table over and over.

The investigators couldn't stand the guy's attitude anymore. He was like a rat that had eaten arsenic, scratching his almost bald head and his red and burning throat.

"Enough! Irenshere! Get out! Don't interfere with our work!"

"I thought you needed help."

"This is a matter for our investigation team; it has nothing to do with your special agent team!"

"I see. But I heard from a friend in the intelligence team that a secret document was stolen. What kind of document caught the investigation team's attention?"

The investigator pointed to the scrapped gear machine and said, "You'll have to ask it."

Irenshere walked over, took a look, and found that the gear machine was so realistic that it was indistinguishable from a real one, except for the nose hairs which were slightly different.

He bent down, intending to examine the communication terminal in the dummy's hand, when the thing rolled out of his hand on its own.

Clearly, it was forced in there.

Moreover, judging from the wounds on the other side, this puppet seems to have been lying there in the shade for several days, so it couldn't possibly be the person who made the contact.

Several more members of the investigation team arrived. They searched every corner and moved everything that could be carried, mostly documents.

As for the large equipment, not a single piece was touched.

Just then, a flat-nosed orc shouted.

"They also stole the video footage!"

All the investigators were greatly shocked, except for Irenschel.

He took out another cigar, hid in a corner, and smoked it while observing.

Everyone brought back all the things they had moved out, opened the boxes, took out the projection equipment about the size of a bowl, and plugged in the batteries.

The scenes unfolded like an old slideshow, played frame by frame.

When one segment of the video showed the deep sea of ​​Leviathan, it suddenly cut off, jumped, and became blurry.

Judging from the exaggerated expressions on these people's faces, what was stolen was something that absolutely could not be seen by outsiders and would cause panic.

Irenshere had been sitting for a while, so he lay down on the floor for a bit. But when he saw the Gear Guard's motionless face, he was so frightened that he sat up again.

He glanced at the watch on his wrist, then at the clock on the wall.

The two dates are different.

It should be almost nine o'clock.

The members of the investigation team were like workaholics, reviewing the documents no less than ten times, and finally determined which document was stolen.

“They stole Leviathan’s data,” one investigator said.

The other immediately replied, "Should we report this to headquarters?"

"You want us to lose our jobs?"

"However, if someone releases footage of Leviathan, it will definitely cause panic in the other world."

"At least not in the short term. Look, more than a month has passed since the earthquake and tsunami. The disaster is over, and the Leviathan Ocean has returned to calm."

Irenshere accidentally choked on his smoke, and both investigators glanced at him simultaneously.

They were thinking, "It seems we can't hide this anymore; the intelligence team is still eavesdropping here."

Irenshere was forced to stand up and admire a large-looking diamond for a second or two.

It should be almost 10 o'clock.

He left the scene of the theft, rode his chocobo, and went up the Barrier Loop.

Beneath the ring road lies permafrost, and beneath the permafrost lies the vast sky.

This is a sky barrier, and also the headquarters of the Hero Alliance.

The Sky Wall, like a long tail above the clouds, can reach five kilometers in its widest part. It is a deep and warm hiding place, connected by a complex network of loops.

Tree roots protrude from the ice wall, carrying large amounts of melted snow, and trickles of water flow from the cracks, converging into shallow pools.

No one knows where this flying land came from. Some say it came from the north because most of its area is frozen.

Irenshere never cared about that.

He had a face like a stone statue, extremely long hair, and a resolute face like a wolf lying on his lap. His features were haggard yet very sharp, and his nose was sharpened like an iron sword stuck in his face.

He possessed all the features a Light Elf should have, and even those that were not present.

Irenshere landed the bird on the edge of the small pond, squatted down, clasped his hands together, scooped up the snow water, drank a few mouthfuls, and then tried to wash his face with the snow, but his cheeks became numb.

It's almost been ten years since the major reboot, and he still hasn't adapted to the headquarters environment.

Just then, a werewolf agent who happened to be passing by squatted down in the same posture and drank water.

Irenshere's gaze lingered on the other person's face for a moment before he reluctantly moved away.

But the werewolf agent immediately followed, as if trying to get close to Irencel. He first looked her up and down, then pinpointed the light elf's weakest point: the accessory nerve in her neck.

"You were just at the intelligence team's office?" the werewolf agent asked.

Irenshere shook his head: "I just came back from the mechanical department. What's wrong? Is there another problem with the intelligence team?"

"Someone broke into the intelligence team's office, seriously injured two intelligence team members, damaged an expensive machine, and stole a document."

"So, you suspect I did it?"

"What are you talking about? We all know you are the best agent here, and the best agent would never betray headquarters. But people say you are a thousand-faced agent, someone who can't be seen through or figured out."

"Stop beating around the bush."

"A month ago, someone discovered you were missing. A month later, you suddenly reappeared at headquarters. Where did you go in between?"

"Do you think I need to spend a month figuring out how to steal data right under the intelligence team's nose?"

"What I just asked was, where did you go?"

"Going on a beach vacation."

"Your superiors didn't approve your vacation!"

Suddenly, as if about to unleash a storm, the werewolf agent stood up, extended his claws like a butcher, and lunged at Irencel's face.

His movements were as fast as lightning and unstoppable.

However, before they could understand what was happening, they heard a snap, and the hand that had hit their face went limp and fell down like a willow branch.

Minutes earlier, Irenshere had already used a Weakness spell on his opponent.

The werewolf's dignity was insulted, and he quickly drew a gun.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, followed by another shot.

Irenshere's clothes reeked of gunfire mixed with a hint of gasoline, but it was the werewolf who had fallen.

Because both gunshots came from Irenschel's button pistol, he fired first.

The werewolf agent lay on the ground and trembled three times.

Given the werewolf's regenerative abilities, it shouldn't die immediately.

Irenshere flipped the werewolf over, unbuttoned the top two buttons, and quickly found the stolen documents on the man.

"Congratulations, your status as an outstanding agent has been solidified." The werewolf grinned, and even tried to get up.

With a smile, Irenshere hid the documents in his left pocket, took out a silver bullet from his right pocket, and aimed it at the enemy.

"I will hand you over to headquarters, but I don't intend to hand you over alive. Thank you for stealing the data for me."

The werewolf saw a terrifying face in the last moments of his life.

This face may be the most authentic side of the Thousand-Faced Agent.