Chapter 646
"Yeah, that''s the guy," Ronald furrowed his brow, his voice tense. "He approached me and wanted to
partner up for some bionic tech venture. He knew way too much, which made me wonder if the whole
project had beenpromised. You said it was top secret. I put him off for now, but then today, I
caught wind of some ck market dealings."
The Churchills, the Pendletons, and the Brooks were the only families Vivienne ever trusted enough to
bring into the bionics project.
It wasn''t surprising that Dracon had gotten wind of it—his family had their fingers in every pie.
But him seeking out the Brooks for a partnership? That was curious.
The Linters were never short on business and always had more profitable projects ongoing.
And yet, Dracon had set his sights on bionics—a field they hadn''t shown interest in before.
More importantly, right after his little inquiry, the ck market started buzzing with hidden camera
trades.
"Leave this to me. You don''t worry about it anymore," Vivienne said, tucking away the files.
Ronald nodded. "Alright, got it. If anything elsees up, I''ll let you know."
After they split, Vivienne pulled out her phone and dialed Matthew, who was now running the show at
Frostfire Intelligence Agency. The ck market was under his jurisdiction.
"Check out who''s supplying the cameras, and remember, don''t spook them."
Matthew had been training recruits for so long that he was practically gathering dust. Thus, he jumped
at the assignment.
Within half a day, he had a lead.
"Vivienne, got a name. The buyer''s an old-timer on the market goes by ''Slick.'' His supplier? The
Brooks. As for who Slick''s distributing to, still working on that."
Vivienne frowned. "When''s the next drop?"
"Tonight. Under the Rivenwood suburb overpass. I''ve got a team in ce. You want him breathing or
not?" Matthew was thrilled to finally have a mission.
"Alive," Vivienne said gravely. "And unharmed."
"Roger that!" Matthew was all but rubbing his hands in glee.
That night at the Rivenwood suburb overpass, Slick stood in the shadows, his hawk-like gaze scanning
the area.
A car shed its headlights thrice in the distance before going dark again.
Slick responded with three rapid shes of his shlight before snuffing it out.
Soon, a burly figure approached, carrying a nondescript box.
"Slick?"
"Sean."
Sean cracked a smile and opened the box under the faint light. Four tiny cameras glinted back.
Just as Slick reached out, Sean snapped the box shut.
"The cash?"
Slick chuckled, "Why don''t you ask your buddy behind you for the money, Sean?"
Caught off guard, Sean was subdued before he could even see his attacker, and darkness imed
him.
Slick pocketed his shlight and rubbed his hands together. "Mr. Matthew, you didn''t have toe
yourself."
Matthew produced an envelope from his jacket, a bank card inside.
"Same pin as always."
With a grateful nod, Slick took the envelope. "Thanks, Mr. Matthew. You know I''m always at your
service."
As Slick was about to leave, lights flooded the area, encircling them.
Matthew drew his gun, pressing it against Slick''s back. "An ambush, really?"
Slick dropped to his knees. "Mr. Matthew, I swear I didn''t know about this!"
Two figures emerged from the light, guns aimed.
"National Intelligence Bureau. Nobody moves!"
Matthew was stunned for a moment. Why did this voice sound so familiar?
Stepping on the unconscious Sean with his hands behind his head, he asked, "Miss, have we met
before? I''m Matthew, and you are?"
"Matthew? You''re Vivienne''s protégé!"
As his eyes adjusted, Matthew recognized the face.
Damn, an old acquaintance.
"Astrid! What a surprise."
Astrid had been captive under Belle''s thumb, and Matthew had been the one to handle it all. Naturally,
they knew each other.
But since Astrid returned to the Bureau and Matthew had been busy training agents at Frostfire, they
hadn''t crossed paths until now.
Astrid motioned for her agents to lower their weapons and holstered her own gun. "What are you doing
here?"
Matthew nudged the unconscious Sean. "Just some business. You on a mission, Astrid?"
Astrid smiled, knowing Matthew''s presence meant Vivienne''s involvement.
"Is Vivienne around? I''d rather speak with her."
After reporting to Vivienne, Matthew escorted Astrid to her location.
"Vivienne, long time no see." Astrid greeted warmly, cutting to the chase. "What''s the deal with Sean?"
Vivienne was forthright. "He''s suspected of trafficking ourpany''s proprietary tech."
Astrid nodded. "Figures you''d have Matthew on it. Did you know Sean has another identity?"
Vivienne''s brow creased. "Enough to get the Bureau''s attention. Is he a spy?"
Astrid knew that exining the situation to Vivienne was almost unnecessary. Vivienne''s sharp intellect
always seemed to connect the dots with little help.
"This guy Sean, he''s known as Sean at Brooks Group, but his real name is Benjamin, and his code
name is Old-F. He''s a transnational spy who used to be Alfred''s subordinate. We''ve been on his trail for
a while, and we finally got wind that he''d be making a deal today. Never thought we''d bump into you
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Astrid''s expression grew serious. "Vivienne, it seems Alfred''s rtionship with Belle wasn''t as
straightforward as it appeared."
"What do you mean?" Vivienne asked, her interest piqued.
"They were part of the same organization all along!"
Vivienne was taken aback. "Alfred was with GTO?"
"No, both of them," Astrid rified. "They belong to the same spy ring, and the name of that
organization is GTO."
"Do you have solid evidence?" Vivienne inquired, her curiosity now thoroughly engaged.N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.