Abigail came to the end of the corridor and gazed through the glass curtain wall at the dazzling world beneath the night sky. The strip of cloth merely blocked her eyes' most direct perception of light, yet she could still construct the image of the steel forest in her mind.
She took out her phone and dialed Honglian's number.
"Hello?" The call was answered quickly.
Clearly, the other party had been waiting by the phone as well.
"Thank you. I caught the mole," Abigail said sincerely.
That was the truth. If she had not called Honglian to New City, and if not for the Wanderer's help, she would never have suspected the head of the Intelligence Unit. More absurdly, even now that she had obtained all kinds of evidence, she still could not piece together the course of his betrayal.
"Is that so? How many?" Honglian asked.
This was internal organizational classified information and absolutely should not have been disclosed to a non-member. Yet Abigail paused for only a second before replying, "Just one. Fermi Naren, head of the Intelligence Unit."
"How could it be him?" the other side asked in surprise.
"You remember him?"
"Of course. When I came here to study and gather inspiration, he was the one responsible for the intelligence lectures," Honglian recalled. "He wasn't an ability user, was he? How could the Gospel Society have recruited him?"
"To be honest, the situation is indeed strange."
It had been roughly an hour and a half since Fermi was apprehended, and a large amount of intelligence had been decrypted. The Intelligence Unit found ironclad evidence of his contact with the Gospel Society on his phone, along with a list of Gospel Faction members who had entered New City. All of those communications ran through a dedicated encrypted