Chapter 2028 - 1459: The Job Nobody Dares to Take (2)

Robbin's hands began to tremble.

He turned to the second page.

"Investigation progress: The deceased's identity is being verified. Preliminary investigation shows that the identity documents used by the deceased were forged, and the true identity is unknown. The office used was registered under a company named 'Alpine Consulting', which was dissolved three years ago. According to the building management, the office has long been unused, but the electricity meter records show a fixed amount of usage every workday. The Swiss Federal Police have now intervened in the investigation and established an information-sharing mechanism with our station."

Page three.

"Correlation analysis: According to the deceased's communication records, there have been recent contacts with several sensitive numbers, including an encrypted number in the Iraq region. This number, after being traced back, has its signal source located in the Baghdad Green Zone. The technical department is currently further pinpointing it."

Robbin looked up at Lemont.

"It's 'the Accountant.'

Lemont leaned back in his chair, looking at him expressionlessly.

"Dead?" Robbin asked.

His voice was somewhat hoarse.

Lemont nodded.

"It's not a hundred percent confirmed yet, but it's highly likely. Height is 1.75 meters, gray-white hair, wearing rimless glasses, and a dark gray suit. Matches the description you provided earlier."

Robbin lowered his head and looked again at the document in his hand.

The words danced before his eyes; he needed to stare hard to see clearly.

Dead.

The Accountant is actually dead.

Died in the Old Town of Zurich office. Died just after eight in the morning.

Died with the surveillance interfered, the alarm failed, and the electricity meter tampered with. Died with that small hole in the middle of his forehead.

Robbin's fingers moved over the document, stopping at the line: "No signs of forced entry."

What does this mean?

It means the opposite party was an expert.

An ordinary killer would need to break in, create chaos, and rush in to shoot before the Accountant could react.

But this person was different.

This person walked in, closed the door, fired the shot, then left. The entire process didn't exceed five minutes.

The surveillance was interfered with, the alarm cut, the electricity meter was tampered with.

All of this needed advance preparation, meticulous planning, and in-depth intelligence gathering.

This wasn't something an ordinary killer could do.

This is a professional doing professional work.

Robbin suddenly remembered someone.

A name surfaced in his mind — Song Heping.

If it were him who did it…

"What about Victor?" Robbin suddenly asked.

Lemont's eyes flickered: "He should have already disappeared."

Robbin was stunned: "Disappeared?"

Lemont nodded.

"What does disappeared mean?" Robbin raised his voice: "Is he dead? Escaped? Or—"

"Disappeared." Lemont repeated: "My people didn't find him in Washington."

Robbin's mind raced.

"Maybe he turned off his communication devices to avoid exposure—"

Lemont sneered: "Do you know what disappeared means? In this trade, disappearing has only two possibilities: either he ran away or was taken out, without even leaving a body."

Robbin's lips moved but no words came out.

"Don't you understand yet?" Lemont said: "The Accountant was taken out by someone sent by Song Heping. This is a warning to you, if you dare to hire a killer, I will take out the killer and his middleman together."

A buzzing filled Robbin's head.

He always thought that the tales about Song Heping were somewhat exaggerated or embellished, the result of those in the trade boasting to each other.

He always thought Song Heping was just a contractor with some luck, a mercenary with a bit of skill, a target that would sooner or later be taken down by someone more powerful.

But now, the Accountant is dead.

Victor has disappeared.

The two pieces of news slapped him in the face.

"Impossible." Robbin murmured: "How did they know Victor came? How did they know where Victor stayed? How... how did they do it?"

Lemont looked at him and said: "Last time in this office, I already told you. This person is difficult to deal with; don't use conventional methods against him."

Robbin's chest heaved violently.

"But you didn't listen at the time." Lemont continued: "You thought hiring a killer would solve the problem. Did you listen when I warned you to be careful?"

Robbin opened his mouth to retort but didn't know what to say.

Lemont was right.

He indeed didn't listen at the time and even thought Lemont was scared of Song Heping, was terrified of that Lord Dong.

At the time, he thought the CIA people were nothing special, bureaucrats too timid to engage in dirty work.

Now thinking about it, how laughable those thoughts were.

"What should we do now?" Robbin asked.

His voice lowered, like a deflated balloon.

"If I were you, I'd put this matter aside for the time being. Of course, this is my personal suggestion to you." Lemont said: "I'm also increasingly realizing that Song Heping isn't simple. Although I've also suffered at his hands and detest that guy, you have to acknowledge his capability. It's not worth it to become enemies with someone like him."

Robbin looked up at Lemont.

Lemont had already opened the car door.

"Think about it." He said: "I have something to do, I have to go."

Robbin got out of the car and closed the door.

By the time he returned to the office, it was already dusk.

Robbin didn't turn on the light, walked directly behind the desk, and picked up the phone.

In the contact list, there was a number, remarked with only one letter—"K."

That was another hitman intermediary he knew.