"Name?"
"Ivan Clarks."
"Age?"
"Twenty-two."
"Department affiliation?"
"Field Operations Department."
"..."
With each question, Eugene's expression gradually froze, transforming from disdain for Palmer into joy and excitement.
He had extracted numerous astonishing pieces of information from this so-called "Ivan Clarks," information they could never have accessed before.
From the Order Bureau's exact location to detailed departmental divisions, everything was laid out before them.
"Yes, yes, that's it. The Order Bureau's internal force is currently vacant. Most of the elite have been dispatched to carry out missions. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent someone like me here to gather intelligence, right?"
Palmer's gaze wandered as the henchmen surrounded him, blocking most of the view, yet he could still see glimpses through the gaps.
Like those guys transporting cargo, they began last night and still hadn't stopped.
What were they transporting?
"Internal forces empty?"
