Chapter 83 Balder Is Busy

The casualties of the West Gold Building Operation were all from the P.W.A.T and CPA departments, so the FPI did not send anyone to participate, but only issued a condolence email within the department.

FPI Special Operations Office.

Bader moved the email into the trash can, clicked on the West Gold Building Operation Mission Brief, and read it carefully.

The scene captured by the action team's camera was not clear, but the contracted demon and the enlarged door were indeed captured, and there were other surviving investigators present...

The thief who stole the psychic pistol was also in the building at the time, but no matching body was found among all the bodies...

Where is that bastard?

After reading it quickly several times, he looked around, inserted his USB drive into the USB port, and downloaded and transferred all the email contents.

"Badel, are you still following the case of the missing gun? I heard it has been shelved indefinitely?" A female colleague passing by asked.

"Yes, no one survived the explosion of the building, but the gun has not been found. At present, all clues are broken and can only be shelved temporarily." Bader pressed the Win+D keys to hide the copy progress bar.

"Congratulations, Bader, one less thing to worry about." said the female colleague.

"Don't let your boss hear it." Bader smiled.

The funeral was at 4 pm on the day of the funeral.

Bader left the FPI headquarters and took a seven-stop bus. After getting off the bus, he looked around, waved his hand to stop a taxi, drove to the outskirts of the city, paid the bill, and waited for ten minutes. A black car drove up. He looked around and saw no one before getting in the car. The car took him to the Lafite Road area of ​​Opportunity City.

The headquarters building of the Si Group.

This all-black building is like a tombstone, standing quietly in the center of the Lafite Road business district. Every time he entered the building of the Si Group, Bader felt incredible.

The black crystal-like glass pillars supported the lobby on the first floor, which was extremely psychedelic and grand. The floor was made of high-strength glass. The amazingly large screen under the glass played videos of the canyon sky and the deep seabed, like a dream, as if walking on the abyss.

This is just the branch building of the Si Consortium. Bader dare not imagine what the headquarters will look like...

Badel took the elevator to the 41st floor. Several burly men wearing sunglasses stared at him fiercely. They took out a special induction pistol and pointed it at him so that another bodyguard could search him.

"Don't be like this, man. This is not the first time I've come here." Bader said helplessly.

His psychic USP pistol was taken away by the other party, along with a small bag containing the holy diamond.

"Your things will be returned to you when you leave, all of them, follow me." The bodyguard said.

Bader followed him to take another elevator to the top floor of the building. The bodyguard led him to a very spacious reception room, then quietly retreated and closed the door.

He was the only one left. Bader stood by the French window. There was a bottle of red wine and a goblet on the luxurious reception table. He poured himself a glass of wine, which was as red as blood.

Outside the window, with the height of the building, you can overlook half of the Opportunity City. A large river divides the city into two. On the other side of the river, the ruins of the Xijin Building in the Rolling Iron District are faintly visible.

"Click..."

The door of the reception room was pushed open, followed by a series of clacking footsteps.

Badel turned around, looked at the visitor, and bowed slightly.

The visitor was a bloated but dignified middle-aged man. He was wearing a black business suit and walked in a steady manner. He walked briskly, but Balder could still see that he was a little anxious and uneasy. Was he afraid of someone or something?

This middle-aged man was Pankia, Balder's employer and the chairman of the Si Consortium.

"The Xijin Building exploded the day before yesterday. I can see flashes and even feel vibrations here! And I heard that the sacrifice was also inside..."

Badel nodded slightly, and was also a little shocked. Pankia actually knew so much information. It seemed that he attached great importance to that matter.

"No one came out alive, and the combat camera of P.W.A.T was also damaged, so not many shots were taken. But we still confirmed the existence of the contracted demon." Balder said.

He saw a look of surprise flash across Pankia's face.

In fact, even Balder was very surprised. The blasphemous dagger and the contracted demon are bound together. Unless the taboo of the ritual is broken, it will not appear.

"Contracted demon... You'd better be damn sure that it is the contracted demon. Did you see it right?" Pangya asked arrogantly.

"I am very sure that it is. In other words, you used the blasphemous dagger to open the door that night, and it succeeded?" Balder asked back.

"It's none of your business." Pangya said, turning his head to think.

There is no problem with the ritual itself, and the biological hunters have already returned... Why...

"Based on your intuition as an FPI agent, why do you think the sacrifice didn't die?" Pangya changed the subject.

Balder pondered, not thinking about the cause of death of the sacrifice. Instead, he felt that he might have disappointed Pangya this time.

Pangya seemed to care about the sacrifice who didn't die. This obsession has turned into various actions, such as spies and drones. If the Si Consortium has satellites, Balder absolutely believes that he will use satellites to conduct a thorough search of the Xijin Building.

"According to common sense, since the door has been opened, there is no problem with the ceremony." Balder thought for a long time before speaking. "You should know the opening situation of the door..."

"Of course... of course... but he is not dead, he is still alive, you were not there at the time?" Pankia leaned forward slightly with his arms around his chest, his face full of distrust.

"No, I can't guess why the sacrifice is not dead, maybe he has died in the explosion now." Bader replied.

Pankia walked to the French window and looked at the direction of the West Gold Building outside the window, and asked: "Have you found the body?"

"No." Bader answered truthfully.

"Then he is definitely not dead." Pankia turned his head and looked into Bader's eyes.

Bader avoided his sight. Pankia is not a psychic, but as the richest 10% of this generation, his generosity is enough to crush the weak self-confidence of psychics who draw and inject once a month.

"Are you so sure? Maybe he didn't die last time just because he was lucky. We don't have enough understanding of the principle of the entry of the blasphemous dagger." Bader said.

Pankia stopped talking, turned his eyes to the direction of the West Gold Building again, and waved his hand.

Balder knew that Pankia was sending him away. Looking at Pankia's back, he shook his head helplessly and quietly left the reception room.

When he closed the door, he heard the sound of a glass breaking.

10 o'clock in the evening.

Opportunity City Rolling Iron District, Fallen Angel Bar.

Balder sat down at the bar and knocked on the table three times.

"Ding ding ding..."

The handsome bartender put down the cocktail shaker and came to Balder with a smile.

"Sir, what do you want?"

"Fat House Happy Water."

Hearing this, the bartender looked at the bodyguard nearby, and the bodyguard understood and slowly walked up.

"Come to the bar to order fat house happy water, are you looking for trouble?"

"If you feel uncomfortable, come and mess with me."

The bodyguard patted Balder's shoulder, Balder turned around and stood up tactfully.

"Bring it up and serve." The bartender ordered.