Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 396: 141. Noland, hit me~

Tatis Empire, Suffering Borderland, a secret outpost of Division Intelligence Unit Two.

Approaching dawn, the sky was just turning bright, a perfect time for sleep, yet inside the secret outpost, it was bustling with activity.

Footsteps hurried and chaotic, typewriters clattering. Smoke from cigarettes lingered in the air, swirling under the glow of coal lamps.

In the spacious office room, several rows of desks were filled with documents, with people coming and going in the aisles.

Just on the other side of the wall, in the Acting Commander’s office, Lieutenant Cavado was reporting to his superior.

“Chief Officer, our intelligence personnel embedded within the Death Herald Guild have sent a secret letter. There’s been a fierce debate within the Guild…”

Not allowing Cavado to finish speaking, the Morster with his silvery metallic face shield lifted a metal palm, signaling the other to stop.

Cavado closed his mouth, stood up straight, and waited patiently in place.

Morster wore a silver-white metal face shield and slightly lowered his head, seemingly dozing off in the chair.

Curiosity flashed in Cavado’s eyes. This was not the first time he had seen such a scene tonight.

Throughout the past half-hour, he had hardly been able to speak before being interrupted by his superior.

The Chief Officer himself seemed to be asleep, maintaining a bowed posture for about two to three minutes before straightening up and recovering.

Cavado didn’t know what this phenomenon signified, but he felt that tonight’s Chief Officer was strange.

careful thought, including this instance, the Chief Officer had interrupted reporting six

passed “12” for the fifth time, there was still no

and seeing no movement from the Chief Officer, Cavado began to contemplate

suddenly raised his head, and small metal spikes flashed across his exposed metal surface like

chill emanated from Morster’s body, permeating the office space, causing

Officer?” Cavado asked

“Cavado, listen up.”

from the metal surface,

Officer.” Cavado

Morster said:

lieutenant in Intelligence Department 6 named Yasde, who has an elite team under his command dedicated to special missions. I want you to go to the personnel archive and collect all the records on Yasde and his subordinates and

“Yes, Chief Officer.”

the earliest. Before I return, you must watch over the files and not let anyone

Morster emphasized:

come and go quietly, and only you will know that I ever left. If the news leaks, I’ll have you to answer

Chief Officer.” Cavado’s expression

find the files.” Morster waved his hand, dismissing his

turned to

into a puddle of silver-white metal liquid, flowing out of the office through the

liquid flowed along the ventilation duct

air, changing its appearance, transforming from a soft liquid into a sharp

direction, aiming

flying towards the nearshore waters where extraterrestrial space pollution had