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Chapter 1013: Don’t touch that area

Chapter 1013: Don’t touch that area

People smile for hundreds of reasons. It was the most basic expression humans do. And that smile on Hera spoke a thousand words.

"How embarrassing." Elliot raised his brows briefly, tapping his fingertips on the surface of the table. He leaned back slowly, scanning the faces present in the conference room. "I should’ve known you wouldn’t come in here yourself if you hadn’t done any preparations. I wonder how many more people you got in here?"

Hera chuckled with her lips closed, leaning back comfortably. "You’ve been in that position for years now, Elliot Dunkel. I’m sure you have a broad idea of why the Reapers remained untouchable."

"It’s always been a thought, like a splint in my throat I couldn’t get rid of." Elliot maintained his amicable smile. "However, the Reapers aren’t the ones untouchable. It was you."

"Well, I take that as a compliment, sir."

"If you aren’t here for Wolf, I wonder what made you come in here yourself?"

"Clear Wolf’s record."

"I cannot do that. It’s protocol. I might be the president elected by the General Assembly, but I am still bound by my oath."

"I’m not making a request, Mr. Dunkel."

Elliot’s smile remained, unfazed by the calm yet intimidating look in her eyes. "Are you saying it’s an order?"

"I didn’t want to hurt your feelings." Hera shrugged. "You’re the president of this organization. I’m sure you can change one or two things."

"Miss Hera Cruel, will you tell me one thing?" Elliot leaned forward once again. "It’s been bothering me for years now. After I was elected by the General Assembly, I’ve always wondered how and why you hadn’t been caught. Or rather, why... does everyone seem to pretend you don’t exist at all? No matter how many elite men you have under your wing, if the Interpol, CIA, and even the military join forces, you’ll be caught."

He cocked his head to the side, his smile fading, replaced by genuine curiosity. "Even when I brought it up, it was rejected almost immediately."

Hera swung her chair from left to right, sporting an apathetic look.

"So, I did my own research. Secretly."

"Are you sure you’re going to let out that secret now?"

"I did it through legal means," Elliot reassured. "The only reason I kept it a secret is because I always find my research and evidence ruined. For some reason. And I’m sure it’s impossible that you did it. After all, you were in a coma."

Hera arched a brow and cocked her head to the side. "You are treading on a very dangerous path, Mr. Dunkel."

"Why?" Elliot returned curiously. "This room is isolated, and I made sure of that, knowing one of these days, you might come in here."

"You sounded so sure that a felon such as myself would visit this place like a park."

"Felice."

Hera raised her chin, and now Elliot got her attention.

"Felice was a secret agent deployed by the Special Military Ops. From what I learned, she’s the best of the best. Which was why she was deployed to infiltrate the Cruel Familia and kill Vicenzo Cruel." Elliot smiled once again. "We all know where that story goes. The fruit of their forbidden love is here, after all."

"But they were just a small piece of a bigger picture," he continued, excitement lacing his voice as if he was about to crack a mystery after a long time. "The Reapers... are they a part of Interpol’s Secret Unit?"

Listening to Elliot’s remarks, Primo, Deborah, and Hunter couldn’t help but set their eyes on Hera’s back. What was this man talking about now? The Reapers? A part of the Interpol’s Special Unit? What nonsense?

But on the other hand, a part of them couldn’t fully neglect the idea.

It explained many things.

Why the Reapers had grown so much power, why had the government agencies left the organization alone, and why had these government bodies not done anything for years? Sure. Wolf might’ve infiltrated the Central Intelligence, but Hera had taken the helm years before Wolf was deployed.

"Pfft —" Hera chuckled out loud, breaking the brewing tension in the wide conference room. "What wild imagination you got there, Mr. Dunkel."

"Am I wrong?"

"You’re not exactly right." Hera shook her head as her laughter subsided. "The Interpol’s Secret Unit under the General Assembly command is nothing but a hoax."

Deep lines appeared between Elliot’s brows, assessing the confidence plastered on Hera’s face.

"You’re not stupid, Mr. Dunkel. Don’t act like you are. The Reapers aren’t like any other mobs you see in the underground. My father’s business might’ve started like that — smuggling arms, drugs, name it — he got his hands all over them. But that business is... how do I say it? Boring? Too dangerous? Or rather, too cheap considering his life and wife’s is on the line."

"They managed to shift the business into something more profitable. After my father’s death, my mother shaped the organization in a more seemingly sophisticated way."

Hera slowly moved forward again, this time pushing herself until she was standing. "Elliot Dunkel, who do you think the Reaper’s regular clients are?" she cocked her head to the side, propping her leg against the edge of the table.

"The problem with agencies like this is that they are bound by the law. But sometimes, desperate men in desperate times resort to desperate means. And who do they call to do the dirty work for them?" she continued, raising her brows knowingly. "They contact people who aren’t bound by the law."

"If you know the answer, I advise you to stop there," she added. "My mother’s death and the person behind it were just the tip of the iceberg. The people who gave the ammunition to that traitorous pig aren’t held accountable. At least a few of them."

"She knew too much, so she died." Hera shrugged. "Dead men tell no tales. I could never disagree."

"Is that why you sent out people to infiltrate the agencies, particularly asking Wolf to climb the ranks in the Central Intelligence."

"I knew too much," she smiled, giving Elliot a knowing look. "The bottom of this iceberg is far too deep. Don’t touch that area if you’re not prepared, Elliot Dunkel. You might find yourself drowned and sink under it."

"Just like what happened to you?" Elliot slowly rose from his seat. "I know Dragon beat them to it. However, now, I’m certain your life is already in danger before that."

Hera snickered in amusement. "My life is always in danger. If I wanted to, that iceberg would’ve collapsed, but I was never interested in touching the bottom of that iceberg. It’s not a problem I should worry about."

"Not a problem you shouldn’t worry about? Or was it because you ran out of time?"

A moment of silence descended in the room after Elliot’s remarks. They held each other’s gaze, not saying a word, letting their eyes talk.

"I’ve stalled enough time. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Dunkel." Her smile returned. "I’ll keep in touch with you once you decide. I’m sure you got the message of my visit without me having to say it."