The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 185 - 185: 134: “Pioneer” and “Martial Arts Savior” (subscription needed) _2

He was one hundred percent certain that the potential of a fighter’s path is far more than what was currently known.

He had learned about this world’s history long ago, initially assuming the records were exaggerated.

But now that he had become a fighter and traveled a distance down this path, he realized that the powerful individuals recorded in history were indeed utilizing the fighting technique.

Fairy tales never mentioned these Immortal Beings engaging in hand-to-hand combat.

After settling his contemplations, Milton tidied up his desk and left his office.

His office was considerably distant from the majority of the Fourth Bureau’s working space.

Upon reaching the office area, everyone at work respectfully greeted him, “Director.”

“Samuel, come over.”

Samuel, who was arranging a wanted list, quickly put down what he was working on to approach Milton.

“Boss, what’s up?

“How is the Black Raven Squad doing?”

Milton lit up a cigarette as he spoke.

Technically, it was an herbal cigarette, specifically made to be bitter, but it could slightly improve one’s physique.

Milton had checked and confirmed there was no issue with this kind of cigarette, so he occasionally smoked one or two.

Although for him, the increase it provided was minimal, he still valued it as it was better than nothing.

“Boss, everyone has been dispatched according to your instructions. The first batch was handpicked by you, their loyalty is without question.” “But if they are caught, won’t the Federation suspect you?”

Samuel voiced his concern.

Milton just shook his head.

These people were trained entirely according to the training methods of Family Death Warriors, and their loyalty was even higher than Samuel had imagined.

“You’ll be the middleman, and Harper will be the liaison. Start collecting intelligence a year from now, ensuring all the companies and organizations infiltrated by our Black Ravens are stripped of all their secrets.”

“As the middleman, you should avoid direct engagement. You will have someone to assist you with collecting the intel.” Milton instructed.

Upon hearing this, Samuel solemnly nodded.

The ambition of his boss was immense, as was his capability.

Samuel’s loyalty to him had already maxed out.

The Black Raven Squad was personally trained by Milton; they were special agents, or more precisely, undercover agents.

Members of this organization would become Milton’s countless eyes in the years to come.

“Boss, why has the Headquarters stopped sending people to the Fourth Bureau recently?”

Seeing that there was nothing else to discuss, Samuel asked curiously.

Ever since a year ago, Headquarters had stopped dispatching personnel to the Fourth Bureau, supposedly to provide talent.

But the Headquarters hadn’t dispatched any personnel to the Fourth Bureau over the past year, as if they were holding back, even the original Deputy Director of the Fourth Bureau had been reassigned.

Hearing this, Milton just gave a noncommittal smile.

Milton put out the herbal cigarette and slightly shook his head.

Seeing that the boss had no intention of replying, Samuel didn’t ask any further.

Yet he knew that this matter was surely related to his all-capable boss.

In truth, this matter was, and also was not related to Milton.

After all, what did the crimes committed by a wanted criminal have to do with him, as the Director of the Fourth Bureau?

As time passed, it was now four years later.

In Southern City, at the headquarters of the Fourth Bureau, an official document appeared inside an office.

“Fourth Bureau, here is your transfer order.”

A severe-looking, uniformed man placed a briefcase on Milton’s desk. Milton showed no changes in his expression as he picked up the briefcase from the desk.

After skimming through it casually, he noticed there were three red seals on the last page of the stack of documents.

Upon finishing reading them, Milton stuffed the documents back into the briefcase and closed it.

Seeing this, Christopher Abbott’s eyes flashed with confusion, but it soon disappeared.

“Headquarters wants me to transfer to the First Bureau to be a Platoon

Leader?”

Milton chuckled and looked at Christopher as he spoke.

“Fourth Bureau, I am not aware of this, I haven’t opened or read your relocation orders.”

Hearing this, Christopher also felt puzzled.

The youngest Director of the Federation’s Fourth Bureau, being transferred to the First Bureau to be a Platoon Leader, was this some kind of joke?

Wasn’t this pure provocation?

At least he should have been given a Captain’s post. A Platoon Leader’s post was downright insulting.

“Could this be a mistake by Headquarters? I can help you inquire about this.” Christopher offered.

Faced with the vast distance between the Mountain high and the Emperor far away, how could the Fourth Bureau in Southern City offend the people at the Headquarters in the Capital City?

Moreover, the people who could issue this kind of transfer order must be high-ranking Federation officials or the Director of the Headquarters.

Therefore, Christopher suspected that Headquarters had made a blunder.

“No need. If they want me transferred, they should have Easton Wade come personally.”

Milton chuckled, casually throwing the briefcase lying before him into the trash bin.

Seeing this, even an idiot like Christopher would understand the situation.

The Fourth Bureau Director sitting in front of him indeed had a grudge against the Director of the Headquarters, as he directly mentioned the Director’s name with not an ounce of respect in his tone, and even a hint of disdain.

But how did this grudge arise when they were so far apart from each other?

However, this matter wasn’t something he was able to partake in; he was merely the messenger.

Disputes between bigwigs were best not to get involved in..