Chapter 555: The High-Ranking Bodyguard in a Tie

"Chief, this is too bizarre, isn't it?
It's as if... as if they know everything about our plans, and they're dodging our assassination attempts time and time again in an almost toying manner!
He inexplicably crouched down, he deliberately avoided touching the poisoned drink, and this time, he even deliberately stopped the truck just a second before it charged out..."
"You mean..."
"There's a mole within us! The information has already been leaked!"
The subordinate's voice became shrill with excitement,
"And Su Hao, through his actions, has flaunted this to us time and time again!
He's blatantly mocking us!"
"!!!"
Chief Li was struck dumb, unable to believe it.
This is the Future Strategy Room, accessible only to the most elite agents, the most loyal to Shanxing!
And inside... a spy from Fang Huan Investment has already been planted?
"...All operations against Su Hao are halted! Immediately! Right now!"
"But Chief Lee...!"
"If there really is a mole, then all our plans are essentially being broadcast live to them!
This also means that those opposition forces lurking in the Blue House and the prosecution may know our every move!
We don't want to be outmaneuvered, we must stop! Now! Immediately! Find this mole!!"
Chief Lee's heart pounded wildly, a chill running down his spine to the top of his head.
He had long heard that Fang Huan's informants were spread across the globe, like an invisible net.
But he never dreamed that this net had infiltrated here!
Just how far have these monsters infiltrated?
And how much do they actually know?
This must be reported immediately!
Shou'er is no longer safe!
***
“How the hell is this possible?! How could our intricate network have missed such earth-shattering intelligence?!”
Anthony Watson's roar echoed through the deepest, most secret chamber of the “Wildfire” intelligence center, sending dust flying from the ceiling.
Before this, headquarters had always shown nothing but approval and trust in “Wildfire’s” orders, never uttering a single question.
They were the uncrowned kings lurking in the shadows of the world, the sharpest fangs and most vigilant eyes of Fanghuan Investment, this financial behemoth.
But today, everything had changed.
Headquarters sent an internal email, its tone stern, its wording almost like a manifesto. From the title to every punctuation mark, it conveyed a chilling question: “What are you bunch of useless idiots doing?”
The email's core message was clear:
Headquarters was to conduct a thorough and rigorous investigation of "Wildfire," from head to toe, inside and out, down to the smallest detail!
From organizational structure to system response, nothing was spared!
"Damn it, normally if the higher-ups dared to boss us around like this, the guys would have exploded, practically tearing the roof off. But this time… this time we're the ones offering our faces to be slapped, and we have to say 'well done' through tears."
Anthony slammed his fist on the table, his face filled with frustration and shame.
On the surface, "Wildfire" is a security company providing armed escorts for Fang Huan Group's cargo ships at sea—a group of high-ranking bodyguards in suits and ties.
However, that's merely a facade, just the tip of the iceberg of their vast operations.
Only the core insiders know that their main business is infiltration, subversion, and intelligence gathering—the dirty work that doesn't see the light of day.
They are Fang Huan's eyes and ears projected into the global shadows!
They are the fangs clearing all obstacles for Fang Huan, this financial behemoth!
And now, those fangs are almost failing to protect even their master.
"And what was the result? We were deafened and blinded!
It's one thing for others, but our Fanghuan Group's pillar of strength, Su Hao, was almost 'physically exorcised'!
And we didn't even catch a whiff of it?"
Anthony, the head of the Wildfire organization, felt as if his heart had been stabbed with an ice pick when he learned of Su Hao's near-assassination attempt.
It was a chilling sensation that shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, a violent tremor of collapsing faith.
He completely understood the headquarters' fury.
Wildfire was supposed to be an all-seeing "monitor," the eye of a true god walking among men.
But their boss was humiliated three times, and they only found out afterward from the battle report.
What's the difference between this and installing surveillance cameras at a crime scene, only to record nothing?
"Tell me, how's the investigation going? Explain everything clearly!"
Anthony rubbed his aching temples, his voice hoarse.
"Boss, there have been three confirmed assassination attempts so far."
His subordinate jumped, quickly reporting,
"The first time, they sent a sniper, but he was a dud; he missed.
The second time, they bribed a hotel waiter to drug Chairman Su's drink—a tired old trick from palace dramas.
As for the third, it was even more outrageous. They hired a truck driver who'd gambled away his fortune, planning to stage an 'accidental' traffic accident..."
"Where are they? Have they all been caught?"
"They've all been caught, not one escaped. But... we've pried them dry, but we can't get any information out of them."
They were all disposable 'tools,' with no idea who was giving the orders.
Communication was done via disposable encrypted phones, payment… in Bitcoin. The trail went cold there, as clean as if it'd been licked by a dog.
"What about the possibility of a mastermind? Have you narrowed it down?"
"We've sifted through all potential threats,
from South American drug cartels to old-school European mafia, to dim-witted African warlords… we've investigated thoroughly.
These guys are bad, but we know their methods. But this time, there's absolutely no trace."
Anthony's brow furrowed. "You mean, that's all we can do? We're useless?"
"No, boss," the subordinate's expression grew even more grave, "It's not that we're incompetent, it's that this happened in a 'blind spot' of our intelligence network!"
With Fang Huan's cooperation with the EU finalized, "Wildfire" has successfully established its presence in Europe, wreaking havoc on the intelligence networks of neighboring countries.
Add to that its long-established strongholds in the Americas and Africa, and every slightly respectable criminal organization and local government in the world is living in fear on their watchlist.
From this perspective, "Wildfire" seems to have brought the entire planet under its surveillance.
But there are always a few places in this world whose unique internal structures prevent them from infiltrating.
Anthony narrowed his eyes, uttering two names slowly and deliberately:
"That narrows it down considerably. Is it those resentful guys in Japan, or... South Korea?"