Chapter 352: Chapter 350 Fred Just Wants a Peaceful Life_1
Bruno Ante.
He stood six feet three inches tall and had been employed by the CIA for six years. During these six years, he had been a spy planted by the KGB within the CIA.
Although the KGB’s mystique was shattered by a disastrous military operation during last year’s incident, making them briefly appear as incompetent fools, this was only because the KGB had invested too little in that particular country.
The KGB higher-ups believed that once the Invisible Army arrived, the President of Ukraine would be scared out of his wits, fleeing by plane, reduced to a government in exile.
The Ukrainian Army was also regarded as nothing more than easy prey.
Such strategic miscalculations led to funds meant for the Ukrainian side all ending up in the pockets of high officials.
But when it came to the United States, the KGB was always on the highest alert.
Nobody truly dared to underestimate the world’s sole superpower after the Cold War.
Carrying the report about David, Bruno left the surveillance room, walking down the long corridor.
There were no cameras here.
The CIA was full of surveillance on the outside, but none on the inside—a sign of their confidence in themselves.
He pulled out his colleague’s report and casually folded it into a square before dropping it into his pocket.
David was a member of the Republican Party and one of the supporters of the KGB’s operation this time around.
In the Republican Party, he could be considered part of the Extremist Faction.
Bruno couldn’t allow the CIA to investigate these matters; he had to downplay David’s death as much as possible, managing the situation steadily to avoid affecting the upcoming Operation Blazing Fire.
Thanks to the White House’s downsizing plan for the Pentagon Building, the KGB saw signs of an ignition and developed a series of combat strategies.
The ultimate goal was to obtain from the White House all intelligence related to Dio.
They never believed that one internal operation could collapse the United States—that kind of thought was too naive.
Bruno’s targets for this operation were the Secretary of State, the President, or the Director of the CIA. In the ensuing chaos, capturing any one of these figures would bring the KGB’s operation to a successful completion.
Bruno headed to his superior’s office. Before that, he had to pass through the rooms of two assistants. He first turned to the female assistant on the right and opened his arms for a hug, warmly saying, "Diana, I’ve missed you dearly."
Diana was a blonde Caucasian woman. Surprised by his sudden embrace, a smile appeared on her face as she said, "My dear, I’ve missed you too."
Her right hand deftly retrieved the folded document from his pocket.
This prearranged gesture indicated that if Bruno hugged first, it meant there was a document in his pocket that needed to be passed on.
The female assistant across from them smiled and said, "You two seem to have such a great relationship."
"If Diana doesn’t mind, I could also develop a very good relationship with you," Bruno replied with a smile.
The assistant across from him chuckled and responded, "What a pity. I don’t want Diana choking me in my sleep."
"Alright, get going then."
Diana pinched Bruno’s nose, then unfolded the note under her desk and quickly read its contents.
Only she, using her assistant’s privileges, could log into the KGB’s clandestine channels externally, circumventing CIA surveillance to contact people on the outside.
「The phone rang.」
Fred’s enjoyment of his drink was interrupted by an emergency call. Having rushed to the police station late at night, he didn’t want to go back to sleep. Instead, he decided to buy some alcohol and pizza and have a few drinks in his office with his subordinates.
They were having a good chat when an emergency call came in.
Fred, still seething from being berated earlier, grabbed the phone and bellowed, "FARK, what’s the matter?"
His full-throated yell obviously startled the caller. After a brief silence, the voice came back, now crying, "Sheriff Fred, my husband was sleeping soundly in bed, when suddenly a big stone burst out from his belly, cutting him in half! Come quickly and see!"
"What?"
Fred’s first thought was, She must have overdosed on drugs.
Then he heard a painful howl through the phone.
The cries were more dreadful than those of a slaughtered pig, clearly not something a person could fake.
"Alright, Mrs. Jenny, we’re on our way!"
Fred hung up the phone and shouted, "Stop drinking, everyone! Let’s head to Henry’s House. Mrs. Jenny says a big stone suddenly burst from Henry’s belly, splitting his body in half."
"Sheriff, isn’t Henry the teacher who tricked Draco into transitioning?" his subordinate reminded him.
Upon hearing his subordinate’s reminder, Fred sobered up. He smacked his forehead. Drinking really doesn’t mix with work, he thought.
This isn’t the act of an armed criminal, he mused. What use would I be running over there? Am I supposed to get a stone in my own belly too?
Feeling his portly belly, Fred suddenly felt a chill. He sat back down and decided to drink a few more glasses to steady his nerves. Tonight’s events had surpassed his imagination.
It was like scenes from a horror movie playing out in reality.
As a cop of many years, Fred always remembered the cardinal rule taught by the veteran who trained him: protect your own life above all else. This was his number one priority.
As for others, even if a criminal was rampaging through a classroom shooting at students, he would still take cover, waiting for a 100% safe moment to go in and subdue the criminal.
After drinking for a while longer and checking the time, Fred figured the perpetrator must have been long gone. He then proceeded with two subordinates to Henry’s House.
「Henry’s house in the county was a two-story building with a courtyard, lush green lawns, and a garage. It’s safe to say their living standard was affluent.」
This was related to Henry’s relentless efforts to meet the targets set by his superiors.
Despite not being transgender himself, he had strongly promoted the spread of transgenderism in schools. It was hard to believe there weren’t vested interests behind it.
I don’t buy it for a second, Fred thought. He and his subordinates raced to the scene in their police car. It was already 12:34 AM on Monday.
As he saw the lights on inside the house and heard a woman’s cries, along with a group of people offering comfort, he approached and knocked on the door.
"Mrs. Jenny, it’s Fred."
The door was quickly opened, and Fred was greeted by a man’s complaint, "Sheriff Fred, you took too long! My brother-in-law is a courtesy card holder for your police department. Is this how fast you respond when he’s in trouble?"
"We’ve been busy."
As Fred spoke, the alcohol on his breath wafted out.
The man rolled his eyes, clearly irritated. "Sheriff Fred, my sister told you the truth. If you don’t believe it, just go and look in the bedroom. The state Henry’s in... oh God, it’s just too gruesome."
"It must have been the work of the Demon."
"My poor Henry!"
Hearing the voices of the whole family, Fred just felt annoyed. Everyone in the county knew what kind of person Henry was. Only his family would call him ’poor Henry.’
"Alright, let me see the scene."
Fred pushed open the bedroom door. The light inside was on.
"Holy moly!" Fred exclaimed. He had thought he was mentally prepared and that it wouldn’t affect him, but at the sight of the rock on the bed, he couldn’t suppress his astonishment.
The rock wasn’t rugged. If it were beside a river, people might think it could serve as a seat.
At that moment, the rock was covered in flesh, entrails, and a yellowish-white substance accumulated inside the human body, all mixed together.
Henry’s lower body was under the rock, and his upper body had fallen to the floor, his hands desperately scratching noticeable claw marks on the floorboards. The expression on his face showed the extreme pain he had suffered before his death.
His eyes were wide open, not closed at all, as if they were staring at Fred.
It gave the battle-hardened sheriff a chilling sensation.
No wonder Henry’s father said it was the work of the Demon. The scene was indeed terrifying.
"Sheriff, with a case like this, the higher-ups won’t yell at us anymore. This is a genuine case."
His subordinate’s reminder made Fred realize: Right! With this case, those bastards upstairs will probably withdraw their accusation that I was hallucinating from drugs.
After all, that bastard had scolded him for a full ten minutes earlier.
Even his mother had never scolded him like that.
Fred adjusted his belt and turned his head. "Seal off the bedroom. Professionals we send will perform the autopsy and determine how to proceed."
"Mrs. Jenny, we need you to accompany us to the police station. There are some details we need you to describe."
I can’t rule out the possibility that the wife had a conflict with her husband, bisected him, and then scattered his entrails on the rock to stage this scene, Fred considered.
Fred hadn’t witnessed similar cases himself, but he knew from records that someone had once staged a murder as the work of the Demon to escape legal punishment.
"Alright."
Jenny, her eyes red and swollen from crying, nodded.
The group left Henry’s house and returned to the police station.
A black car was parked outside the entrance.
As Fred stepped out of his car, he wondered, Who would come to the police station in the middle of the night?
He entered the main door. The lights inside were bright. A man in a suit stood up and approached swiftly. "Hello, Sheriff Fred. I am Leonin Sara from the FBI. This is regarding the case you submitted to your superiors. It is now in our hands, and I hope you can explain the situation in detail."
Fred was surprised. After such a harsh scolding from my superiors, they actually took my suggestion? Is this some kind of tsundere boss persona? Damn bastards,
Fred cursed inwardly and nodded. "Alright, let me first deal with this case."
"What happened here?"
Leonin glanced at the tearful Jenny, and Fred found himself having to explain the situation he had encountered.
"I see," Leonin said. "I believe Mrs. Jenny’s words. This is a confidential matter."
Leonin pulled out a non-disclosure agreement he had already prepared—it had been wise to make an extra copy. He said solemnly, "You must sign this non-disclosure agreement, guaranteeing that you will not reveal any details of this incident to anyone in the future."
"Why?"
Fred turned and slapped his subordinate on the head, shouting, "I’ll sign! Shut up when I tell you to shut up!"
When it came to troublesome matters, Fred was no longer a hot-blooded youth eager to uncover the truth.
With a family, all he wanted was a peaceful life.
"Very well."
Leonin smiled slightly. Finally, the source is dealt with, he thought. Next is to erase any traces from David’s house.