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Chapter 564 Not Accepting Disciples

Good news, the woman's photo was very clear, and she didn't have any encrypted files or anything like that. Ma Zhaodi easily found her identity information through that photo.

The bad news is that it wasn't found in the citizen center database, nor in any military personnel center database, nor even in any CIA or FBI encrypted database.

The facial recognition result was matched from a newspaper, and the time span was not even long, just over twenty hours ago.

Congressman Newman proposes an investigation into Vought International, explicitly opposing proposals to include superheroes in the military.

In the newspaper, a woman with black hair and black eyes stood solemnly in front of the microphone, passionately opposing Walter's proposal. That face was that of the woman who had just brought her daughter out of the house earlier that day.

"Gift Crab"

Looking at the news in the newspaper, Ma Zhaodi was stunned for a long time before he realized what it meant.

He remembered something the butcher had told him before.

"That woman, Susan Reiner, said that her head was blown off during the hostage exchange ten minutes ago—it exploded out of thin air."

This happened when the CIA, with Aquino, the only remaining witness to the shining light of the world, went to meet a government member.

Ma Zhaodi clearly remembered that the butcher had mentioned the name of that government representative—Newman.

"It matches up, it matches up now."

Once the clues were connected, the answer became obvious: the CIA is still investigating everyone they met that day, trying to find the superhuman who did the deed and the mole within Walter.

Who would have thought that an ordinary person with a clean background and provenance would climb step by step to the position of a member of Congress? And who would have thought that someone who has never shown any special abilities since childhood would actually be a superpowered spy trained by Vought International?

"An inside man at the level of a congressman is probably one of the most important resources of the Vought Corporation."

Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but sigh. Edgar had been an important figure in Walter's world since World War II. Now, along with his age, he had also developed a cunning and treacherous nature that had seeped into his bones. What he had hidden might not be as powerful as Homelander's, but it was definitely enough to influence the entire situation.

"Old fox. Once we get evidence of his collusion with Newman, or find records of Newman as a superhuman, we'll cripple this trump card of his."

The logic is easy to understand. The government was already extremely wary and hostile towards Vought. The fact that a superpowered person was serving in the military had already attracted a lot of opposition. If someone were to say that a superpowered person had become a member of Congress while hiding their identity, it would mean that this superpowered person could also run for president while hiding their identity.

If Vought's bill goes unimpeded and he gets the green light all the way, will America then be a nation of plutocrats and bipartisan politics, or Vought's America?

Just thinking about it makes the big shots in the White House feel uneasy.

Newman and Edgar should have been on guard. There was nothing wrong with their private emails and text message records. The best way to find clues was to search the house directly.

Ma Zhaodi put the nanobot into the room and waited outside for a while. Five minutes later, Sanbengzi reported to him that the room was extremely clean and there were no noteworthy paper documents or materials inside.

“She definitely moved immediately; this woman reacted very quickly.” Ma Zhaodi was temporarily clueless. Edgar’s intuition was a bit too sharp; he seemed to have guessed from previous incidents that a cyber hacker was spying on Walter’s secrets. Even though the company’s security department hadn’t found any trace, he rarely used electronic devices for communication anymore.

"The paper documents have also been moved, and even Superman has been placed next to Homelander. Ostensibly, this is to keep an eye on Homelander, but in reality, Superman has far fewer opportunities to eavesdrop on and monitor Wot. Even the interior of the company buildings has been fitted with a double coating of zinc and lead."

He even started to be wary of Maeve, making it almost impossible for anyone to find a way to attack him. Fortunately, the Invisible Man had hardly any public contact with Superman, and the two seemed to have no relationship. Otherwise, Edgar would probably have included the Invisible Man on his list of potential traitors as well.

The investigation seemed to be waiting for a breakthrough, but Ma Zhaodi wasn't in a hurry. He left some of the nanobots at Senator Newman's house, intending to take action regardless of whether it would come to fruition.

Anyway, the Sage Forest has been taken down, and the matter of the Spicy Storm Girl has been thoroughly investigated. If Edgar is smart enough, he will be able to detect the anomaly of that experimental base. If he is not smart enough and is fooled, he may even be lured out.

Knowing that Newman was the mole, the CIA would definitely have the upper hand as long as they didn't willingly hand her over their lives—they had far too many witnesses to kill.

This morning was a relatively leisurely one for Ma Zhaodi—he went to train with Maeve, earned another 100,000, and then took a walk before returning to the base.

Then the butcher, who hadn't slept all night, had to be sent inside the high wall so he could have a good chat with his wife and son.

There are patrols around the high walls during the day. It's convenient for Ma Zhaodi when he's alone, but not when he's with the butcher. To make things easier, he has to be put in the wallpaper room.

"What the hell—you little brat—" The butcher stared blankly at the open wallpapered door on the wall for a long time: "Does your magic academy still accept students?"

Ma Zhaodi waved his hand: "We don't accept disciples, and we don't have magic academies over there—don't bring your local Western fantasy into our culture, thank you. Even if we have mysterious powers over there, the organization would be called a sect, not an academy."

"It doesn't matter, it's the same idea anyway."

The butcher muttered as he crawled into the wallpaper room, his expression strikingly similar to that of Franky and Kimiko when they first saw the wallpaper room.

Ma Zhaodi ignored him, reached out and closed the door, then peeled off the wallpaper, rolled it up, and tucked it inside his trench coat—in this state, the person inside the wallpapered room couldn't open the door to return to the outside world.

This is one of the weaknesses of a wallpapered room as a home furnishing. If there is no one outside to help, it could become an inescapable cage. So far, Ma Zhaodi's biggest concern has always been its safety. After fully showing this prop to the Black Robe Squad today, he will not personally enter the wallpapered room in this universe again.

The infiltration went quite smoothly. Ma Zhaodi only needed to climb over the high wall and hack the cameras. As for the Butcher, he had more to consider.

"Beijia!"

"Butcher!"

"Oh, what a mushy couple."

Thinking about their complicated relationship history, Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but rub his goosebumps.

(End of this chapter)