I Am Your Natural Enemy

When the skill gap is not particularly large, naturally the person who can provide more emotional value will be more utilized.

The elder made a bow and quietly retreated; he certainly knew what to do.

But knowing how to do something and what to do before doing it are two different things.

After the elder left, the young man in the room appeared with several strands of white hair among his locks, and the white hair seemed to spread as if it were blooming, rapidly invading other white hairs.

In just over ten seconds, the young man transformed into an old man with loose skin and eyes like those of an elderly hawk.

He quietly felt his current body, experiencing that sense of powerlessness, and finally sighed softly.

Calmly, he unwrapped gold foil chocolate and placed it in his mouth; slowly, his appearance began to gradually restore its youth, like blossoming vitality emerging on his body, even his slightly hunched waist stood up straight again.

At the same time, a flash delivery in Yu State received an order; the address for this order was the neighbor of the Internal Staff’s family, but the phone number belonged to the Internal Staff’s daughter.

Upon arrival, the delivery person made a call, listening to the little girl’s drowsy voice.

"Hello, it’s Flash Delivery."

"What Flash Delivery?"

"A box of chocolates, check your phone to see if you’ve received a message."

The little girl drowsily opened her phone and indeed saw a message with a pickup code inside.

Upon hearing chocolate, she immediately jumped up, quietly opened her father’s room to look, but so late, her father wasn’t home, probably had gone to work overtime again.

She peered through the peephole and saw that outside there was indeed someone wearing the local flash delivery uniform, but the person was looking at the opposite door.

Her father had taught her this; she was fragile and not too good at going far-off places, if she’s home alone and orders delivery, use the opposite door’s address; the neighbor opposite wasn’t home for a year around, after they leave, she could open the door.

"Hey, Hello, I’m at your door."

"Oh, I’m not home at this moment, please leave it at the door."

"Please tell me the pickup code."

The little girl told the pickup code, and the delivery person left the item, took a photo for record, and turned away.

After waiting a few minutes, the little girl opened the door to retrieve the box, seeing identical chocolates inside, she knew it was from her father.

There was also a note inside.

"For best effect, eat no more than one per day."

The little girl didn’t think much; she kept the box.

A stranger’s face entered the unit where the Internal Staff’s house was, and immediately, the Scorching Sun Department Field Agents nearby checked on that.

The camera identified the identity; it was a registered flash delivery person, no problem whatsoever, and the address was in this building.

Merely when the Field Agent started recognition, they identified the owner of the number was protected category, that was the Internal Staff’s daughter.

Checking the system for the address again, it was the Internal Staff’s family neighbor, but this house, only from records, hadn’t been lived in for three years.

The Field Agent reported this news promptly.

The Scorching Sun Department immediately started tracing; the sender was identified, but useless, just a big name who worked one day on a temporary gig and rested three days; someone had given him One Hundred Yuan, asking him to help send a flash delivery.

The reason was that his goddess blacklisted him; if he sent it, she wouldn’t receive it.

Whether this reason was true or false, the big name who got the money didn’t care and even wasn’t afraid if the person was delivering something illegal, even taking advantage to let the person hike from Fifty Yuan to One Hundred Yuan before he agreed to help.

The description of the big name’s delivery gave no new clues, wearing a hat, the night still dark, the place he reclined was away from streetlights, and the appearance wasn’t seen clearly.

Nearby wasn’t far from the night market; people came and went, cars drove back and forth, with a huge human traffic flow trying to find such a person; it wasn’t easy and couldn’t even ascertain if the other’s human.

In the Scorching Sun Department interrogation room, the Internal Staff entered here for interrogation, with no more attempts to cover; he had long known the outcome.

Whether he spoke or not, it made no difference in the others’ fulfilling the promise.

"In my drawer, there’s my private phone; I didn’t bring it home today. It has call recordings; every call I’ve kept notes.

In my drawer, at the very bottom layer, there are my text records of everything from the beginning to today.

I deliberately put it in the drawer today.

Everything I know, I will tell.

I only hope the organization doesn’t take away the things in my daughter’s hand; she relies on those to live."

Saying this, the Internal Staff paused to consider, then added.

"I hope the organization can leave her some and let her... live for two more years."

The people interrogating him were all old colleagues, and hearing this, their hearts were filled with complexity.

They didn’t need to use any interrogation techniques; this old colleague had recorded everything from the very beginning, having thought of today right from the start.

What use was an interrogation? No testimony compares to those original recordings and real-time files.

The interrogation went faster than expected; the technical department took away the equipment.

They extracted the recordings from it, and a small notebook recorded many guesses of the Internal Staff, discovering many clues.

Seeing these, the people inside the Scorching Sun Department felt even more complex in their hearts.

But rules are rules, everything performed according to procedure, and even because he was a Scorching Sun Department employee, everything was stricter than usual.