Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 72 The Electric Wave That Gone Forever
Rose City, the Grand Duchy of Rosario, is commonly known as the intelligence office of "Whitehall" by military circles.

Between the marble walls, the rustling sound of a quill writing quickly on thin grass reverberated.

The smell of old wooden cabinets, new pulp and bitter coffee filled the air.

The director of the Intelligence Division of Rose City, who just took office, walked leisurely in all directions and walked all the way into the Office of the Intelligence Division.

No one in the office stood up to greet their titular officer, following military etiquette.

All clerks are devoted to dealing with the documents at hand.

——In the busy Rose City Information Office, it has become a customary habit to show no courtesy when meeting an officer.

In fact, the staff of "Whitehall" are not familiar with the new intelligence chief;

They didn't even know the director's real name, they only knew that he was once one of the most trusted senior spies of the Grand Duke Rosario, he had been lurking alone in the territory of the Glorious Federation for 20 years, and unearthed countless high-value military intelligence, codenamed "" Tiger Shark";
Today, Archduke Rosario has let this old spy, who has grown a bit fat and is increasingly unable to handle field work, come back to manage the intelligence office, which is also a popular expectation.

"Tiger Shark" passed the desks of the intelligence clerks all the way, and found his desk at the end of the office, and with some difficulty he tucked his chubby body into the armchair;

The old wound on his knee is still aching - it was cut by a wolf cavalryman with a knife when he was out on a mission a long time ago.

"Good morning, sir." A young female secretary came over, said hello to "Tiger Shark" in a low voice, and poured him a hot cup of coffee.

Coffee, this is the only drink in the intelligence office.

The intelligence clerks who are in charge of every day have to rely on this slightly irritating medicinal drink to keep their brains awake in order to process intelligence information from the eastern border, the various ministries of the empire, and even the entire continent.

"Tiger Shark" picked up the coffee cup, took a sip, and then frowned.

——As an old foreign worker, he has not been used to the taste of this clerical drink until now.

"Lisa, briefing," he said to his secretary wearily.

The secretary took a report that was densely written on the boy from the folder board prepared in his hand, placed it on the table in front of Tiger Shark, and then stretched out his hand to carefully lay out the report paper.

"Tiger Shark" opened the drawer, took out a monocle and put it on, lowered his head and started to read today's briefing.

The Rose City Intelligence Department receives thousands of messages every day, and it is impossible for the "Tiger Shark" as the director to deal with them one by one;

By convention, the senior clerks of the Intelligence Department will filter out the most important news and organize them into a daily briefing for the director to read after going to work in the morning.

"Tiger Shark" read today's briefing carefully, and the more he reads, the more he feels that what is written on it is nonsense:

What? Someone found a damaged truck on the edge of the southern infection zone with a yellow book hidden in the truck...

What? A mysterious tentacle threw down a bronze statue and caused a bloodbath at the Demon Race's citizen assembly...

What? It is said that there is a civil unrest in a famous mercenary group in the southern wasteland...

There are dozens of pieces of news, most of which are rumors that don't look like intelligence at all, but are more like a magazine story meeting, and have no authenticity at all.

"Tiger Shark" took off his monocle and muttered softly:
"A bunch of pig brains..."

Having worked with the new director for a few days, the secretary who knew a little about his style knew that this meant that Tiger Shark was not satisfied with the quality of intelligence today.

"Sir, there is one more thing." She reminded holding the folder, "Yesterday Kurt and the others just counted the mission funds and salaries we distributed to the field staff for the first few months-they found a problem."

"Anyone with free pay?" Tiger Shark squinted at the secretary.

The tiger shark, who used to be a field worker himself, couldn't be more clear about the quality of these turtle grandchildren——

Only a small number of spies were actually trained by the Intelligence Section of the Imperial Military Academy. Many so-called "field workers" were actually local gangsters recruited by the Intelligence Department.

This group of people made an oolong incident with empty pay, which is completely normal.

"Maybe." The secretary carefully looked at the report on the folder, "In the past three months, we paid a total of nineteen spies to the southern part of the empire, but according to statistics, there are only eighteen in this area. Registered field staff."

Tiger Shark frowned.

"It doesn't have to be someone who made up a non-existent field worker to get free pay, or it could be that a field worker didn't report to the line on time, or was killed during the mission," he said. "Bring me a copy of the Southern Wilderness. Maps, and information on all the fieldwork over there."

Soon, the secretary found him a map and a stack of documents with a "confidential" seal.

"Rock Creek City, Dust Mountain Range, Xihai County..." Tiger Shark picked up a pencil and drew a circle on the map according to the location of each spy on the field staff roster.

After eighteen circles were drawn, Tiger Shark put down the pencil and frowned at the map.

The large and small, layered pencil circles covered almost the entire southern part of the empire, but left blanks in one area:

South Bank of the Lionheart River.

"Look." Tiger Shark handed the map to the female secretary, who immediately realized the problem, "It stands to reason that the intelligence network of our Grand Duchy of Rosario should be fully covered, at least within the empire. Yes! But here, on the south bank of the Lionheart River, there is a blank space!"

"This means..." The female secretary frowned.

"This shows that the field staff we originally dispatched to this area were either sloppy or did not report their work to his upline monthly as required!" Tiger Shark slapped the table, "Damn, what are these spies doing? Eating, unorganized and undisciplined! How can you do a good job of intelligence together with this kind of insect?"

"Then... Who was the spy who was supposed to be here?" the female secretary murmured.

"Hey! Matthew!" Tiger Shark stood up angrily, and called the field manager's name across a dozen desks, "Check it out for me, who is the spy we dispatched to the south bank of the Lionheart River? who?"

From the field supervisor's desk, there was a sound of hurriedly flipping through documents.

"I don't know!" The field supervisor also seemed a little flustered, "I... I don't have any records of him here! But all indications show that this person should really exist... The report he submitted to the online, his I can find the equipment collection records and his assignment orders here, but..."

The field supervisor turned over a few more documents, raised his head and said to the tiger shark in amazement:
"...But I don't have any information about him here! He's like an invisible man!"

"Damn it!" Tiger Shark finally couldn't help scolding, "This bastard is really a talent in the undercover world, and even his own people can't find him!"

(End of this chapter)