"His name is Percy, and he's even a captain... He holds no low position in the Investigation Bureau—he's middle management..."
"And he's highly trusted, able to temporarily wield that mystical item..."
Aaron silently recited his sacred name, summoned his spirit body, gazed at the sleeping Percy, and stirred the Power of Secret Source to begin the purification.
This was not merely about planting a spy within the Investigation Bureau. More importantly, they had met several times before; they had some affinity, and Aaron had built up some goodwill with him.
Of course, most importantly, Percy's desperate strike back then had successfully held Roberts off, buying Aaron time for his later pursuit.
Therefore, in Aaron's eyes, Percy had rendered merit!
Now that he saw him in such a miserable state, naturally, he had to be given a chance.
Saving him was a gift!
Besides, even if Percy did not want to become a traitor, it did not matter. His very existence was a channel connecting Aaron to the Investigation Bureau!
Even if he betrayed him in the future, it would be no great matter. If he did anything unbearable, Aaron could simply kill him!
Bzzz! Bzzz!
Beneath the soft radiance, the bandages on Percy's face came loose, revealing a layer of terrifying patterns. Countless blood vessels writhed like living creatures.
But in the end, they all fell away, tangling around one another to form a thumb-sized ball of thread.
"A non-human-grade contaminant. It can be used to make special bullets, with power on the same level as an evil spirit's curse or parasites..."
Aaron opened a box, placed the fleshy ball of thread inside, and gently shut it. Then, without the slightest courtesy, he pulled out a bottle of smelling salts, opened it, and waved it beneath Percy's nose.
"Ah!"
Percy's