Perhaps This Was Fate

Virginia, CIA headquarters.

In the director's office, deafening roars made the glass windows tremble violently.

"Bunch of useless fools! You just stood there and watched that shipment slip right past you?" The CIA director slammed the report sent from Europe onto the desk and roared furiously. "Three whole containers! Three actual containers! And you're telling me you can't find them?"

The director of the European Affairs Office, Jemte, wore an awkward expression. He lowered his head and said quietly.

"Sir... this matter is rather complicated."

The director snapped, "Complicated? Which case we handle isn't complicated?"

Jemte explained rapidly, "According to the latest information sent by Agent Horns in Italy, we still cannot determine where those devices were ultimately transported. They may not necessarily have gone to Hua Nation—"

"Are you stupid, or am I stupid? Who besides them would be desperate to get those things?"

Of course, you...

But Jemte only dared to savor those words in his mind.

Lowering his head, he obediently admitted his mistake.

"Of course, I am..."

"I don't need you to tell me that!" After calming the anger in his heart, the director sat back down in his chair and took a sip of water. "How far has the investigation progressed?"

Seeing that the director was still furious, Jemte cautiously continued, "We tried to find the Italian named Saqi Falbilei, but we simply cannot locate him. We suspect the identity itself was fabricated."

"The package... what about the package's address? That package is the key to everything! Through the postal system, we can always follow the trail and drag out the mastermind behind this!" At the thought of the note he had crumpled up and thrown into the trash ten minutes ago, rage surged in his heart.

In his view, this was an outright provocation!