The Devil's Cage Chapter 1292 – Underground

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Mier’s brows furrowed at Kieran’s rejection.

“You’re going to investigate Hardy Lynne’s case, right? Why can’t you bring me along? My knowledge and identity can be of help to you.”

Her jaded eyes showed confusion.

Kieran, however, didn’t reply. Before Mier’s words even subsided, he vanished before her eyes.

It was not that Kieran had anything against certain genders or looks, he just tended to judge people based on trust.

Mier might not show any hostility, but she still wasn’t a friend to Kieran.

Therefore, if he had a choice, Kieran would choose not to work with her.

Mier was stunned when Kieran vanished from her eyes. Then she stomped her foot on the ground angrily.

“Damn it!”

Her cursing didn’t slow down her movements at all. She jumped into her car beside the road and started the engine.

The engine roared to life and Mier drove off in the dust.

She might not be able to catch up to Kieran’s speed but she knew where he was going.

…..

Hardy Lynne, as speaker of the senate, not only had a remarkable position and identity, but he also possessed a sizeable wealth.

At least the villa before Kieran’s eyes was something of a luxury that a commoner could never afford in his or her entire lifetime.

There were three villas like this under Hardy Lynne’s name.

Power and wealth were like twins.

Whenever one appeared, the other one was not far away.

Kieran didn’t want to know where Hardy Lynne’s wealth came from. He easily avoided the two police officers on duty at the gates, infiltrated the villa and sized up the interior.

With [Tracking] on, Kieran saw the many messy footprints on the carpet.

Doctors, forensics, servants, reporters etc.

Everyone had turned the place into a mess but the crucial evidence at the scene wasn’t destroyed.

A white mark on the sofa portrayed the figure of a man as he was looking up at the ceiling.

The white mark was found in the living hall of the villa.

There were three sets of sofas in the living hall, all surrounding a wooden tea table.

Judging from the coffee and water stains, there should have been a cup of coffee and a cup of tea on the tea table before this.

“Wilberst knocked, and Hardy Lynne brought him into the living hall and served him drinks himself. Hardy Lynne was familiar with Wilberst, so he served hot tea without asking. And while Hardy Lynne was serving the tea, Wilberst attacked.”

Kieran’s eyes were locked on the sofa.

The bloodstains hadn’t fully dried off yet; the sticky blood seeped into the cracks in the sofa’s back and was absorbed by the cushion inside.

“A single lethal blow! Not only was it fast, but the angle was grasped very well and the power was also substantial.”

Kieran couldn’t help but squint his eyes when he recalled how old Wilberst was and how slow he moved.

After a careful search throughout the entire villa that resulted in nothing, Kieran swiftly left.

He knew that if he stayed around, he would end up spending more time and leaving much later on.

For Kieran, not wasting time was like not wasting food, both were at the top of his living principles.

…

“I can let you see Wilberst, but you have to guarantee that you will not do anything, including bringing him away.”

Wier was standing on the stairs of the station, looking down at Kieran.

If he had a choice, the veteran consultant would rather not see Kieran at this time because he was all too familiar with the styles of the Monster Hunters.

Monster Hunters could no longer be described as simply stubborn—they were persistent!

They became irrational because of it!

An irrational common man would cause enough headaches, but if a powerful person turned irrational as well, it would be disastrous, like now.

The death of the speaker of the senate, Hardy Lynne, already caused a huge commotion in Eiders, especially since he hadn’t died of natural causes. Even if Wier didn’t further question the topic, he would realize that something was brewing in the dark following Hardy Lynne’s death in the already dangerous Eiders.

He was certain that if Wilberst were rescued by the Monster Hunter before him, all of Eiders would plunge into chaos.

The senators who were against the Monster Hunters would use it as an excuse and instigate a bunch of people that were blinded from the truth to cause an unstoppable tide.

In the end?

Those dirty politicians would not care about the consequences of their actions.

They would only care about the capital of politics.

Wier would not allow such things to happen.

As the leader of the Special Operation Division, his duty was to assure Eiders’ safety. Even at the surface level, he would give his best efforts.

So even if he had to face Kieran, he would not back off.

“Fine.” Kieran nodded.

The resolute presence that surged out from Wier at the moment was very laughable from Kieran’s viewpoint, but he didn’t laugh.

It was basic manners in front of a veteran consultant.

A man who risked his life to protect others, even if he was an idiot, he was at least a good idiot, wasn’t it?

Huu!

Wier heaved a heavy breath; he had been really worried about the worst-case scenario, but fortunately, it didn’t happen.

“Follow me,” Wier said before turning into the station. Kieran followed.

The moment both of them entered the station, everyone’s attention was immediately captivated.

A lot of them were doubtful and anxious, some even showed fear, and of course, only a few were burning with rage.

Kieran ignored everyone’s gazes at him. He followed Wier and entered the elevator.

The elevator didn’t go up, instead, it headed down.

Although the display only showed three levels, when the elevator reached the alleged third lower level, the time it consumed could have travel at 30 levels at least.

When Kieran walked out of the elevator, he saw Spec Ops members equipped with firearms loaded with real bullets beside many armored vehicles.

The scene before Kieran’s eyes told him that it wasn’t a prison, but rather a small military fortress.

“A shelter prepared for special situations?”

Kieran’s eyes glanced at the supplies placed further away before turning to a passageway.

When he entered the passageway, his surroundings looked more like a prison.

Iron doors, iron bars, concrete walls, and prison guards.

“Here.”

Wier stopped at cell 311 and took out his key to open the gate.

“When you want to leave, call for me—use the speaker inside the cell,” Wier reminded Kieran.

Kieran nodded before walking in.

Once he entered, the gate to the cell shut with a loud noise.

Gang!