Miss President wants to talk to you

Even if it takes searching inch by inch, we must find the fragment!

Then, Edgar picked up the phone on the table.

She will use all her connections to resolve this crisis!

The first call was made to the General Administration of Customs.

"Who?"

A groggy voice came from the other side, as if someone was sleeping.

"It is I, Edgarhofer!"

Edgar quickly asked, "Has the Federation imported any M24 grenades from the Rhine Empire in the last three years?"

What nonsense are you talking about?

The other side quickly responded, "We need to import grenades from Rhine? We can't even handle our own production!"

"No! Let alone three years, for nearly ten years, our magic explosive grenades have only been exported, not imported!"

very good!

This is exactly the answer Edgar wanted!

"Thank you, I'll contact you again later."

She hung up the phone and immediately dialed the next number.

This time it's the Quartermaster Department.

"It's me, Edgar Hoffer! Has the military recorded any captures of M24 grenades in the last five years?"

"Edgar, have you lost your mind?"

The voice on the other end was very dissatisfied, "Isn't the M24 a grenade from the Rhine Empire? Have we fought against them since the Treaty of Versailles? Where did you capture it from?"

Edgar got the answer he wanted.

She hung up the phone and felt a little calmer.

There is no official channel through which the M24 Magic Explosion Grenade can be obtained.

Since that's the case?

Where did those people get their grenades?

Chapter 46: Abwell

While Edgar was busy, Eleanor wasn't idle either.

He temporarily requisitioned a small office outside the intensive care unit.

Let the system think about its own problems.

"Where did those magic-exploding grenades used by the spellcasters come from?"

The system of time in my mind is ticking away, second by second.

at last.

The one-hour reflection period is over.

[The M24 magic explosive grenade entered the country a month ago through the Port of Baltimore on the east coast of the Norton Commonwealth, declared as "civilian mining equipment."]

The actual carrier is "Black Forest Freight Company," registered in the Rhine Empire.

[After clearing customs, the goods underwent three transfers and were finally signed for by a priest at St. Joseph's Cathedral two days ago, where they were hidden in the cathedral's crypt.]

They really were smuggled in from the Rhine Empire.

But why?

The Rhine Empire has been busy developing its internal industries lately, and there's a lot going on.

How do they have time to arrange for spies to infiltrate the Federation and cause trouble?

Is it possible that, like Rosef, the Emperor and the Cabinet are not fully engaged in their duties?

Eleanor felt that there was more to this than met the eye.

"System, what is the background of this Black Forest Freight Company?"

[Thinking about the problem...]

[Estimated thinking time: 100 hours.]

Are you sick in the head?

Eleanor was truly astonished; it took 100 hours to trace the origins of a freight company?

What company is so awesome?

It didn't take him this long to check Louise's physical condition back then.

That's the White House Chief of Staff of the Norton Federation!

Something's not right, not even nine-tenths right.

Eleanor thought for a moment and decided to ask the question differently.

"System, who is the actual controller of Black Forest Freight Company?"

[Thinking about the problem...]

[Estimated thinking time: 30 minute.]

Eleanor leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and waited patiently.

The answer came out quickly.

[The Black Forest Freight Company, registered in Berlin, Rhine Empire, with Walter Schrenbauer as the registrant, has a registered capital of 15,000 New Marks and a registered address at 107 Friedrichstrasse, Berlin.]

The company has no actual freight business, no owned ships or fleet, and all customs documents are forged.

It turned out to be a shell company.

Everything seemed normal; there was nothing strange about it.

but

Eleanor unconsciously turned her gaze to the name of the registrant of the Black Forest Freight Company.

Walter Schrenburg.

"System, please help me find out about Walter Schlenburg."

[Thinking about the problem...]

[Estimated thinking time: 5 minute.]

The thinking time wasn't long.

The answer came quickly.

Walter Schrenburg

[24 years old, a public servant in the Rhine Empire, working for Abwell, an intelligence agency under the Ministry of Defense.]

Currently holding a low position, merely a clerk, but highly regarded by superiors, and may soon receive a promotion.

and many more! ?

Eleanor sat up straight instantly.

Walter Schlenburg wasn't a big shot, so he quickly obtained the information.

What truly caught Eleanor's attention were the names of the organizations mentioned in the materials.

This organization?!

Eleanor couldn't help but think

Could it be that I've caught a big fish this time?

Abwell.

Established in 1921, it was the Rhine Empire's agency responsible for military intelligence and counter-espionage.

Its status is equivalent to MI6 of the United Kingdom and the National Security Agency of Red Rossiya.

Eleanor suddenly remembered the question she had asked the system earlier.

"Is there some other shady business going on behind the scenes at St. Joseph's Cathedral?"

The system required a full 108 hours to process.

Eleanor was still wondering what secret he had been pondering for so long.

Now that Abbey has been involved, it's not surprising.

So it turns out that St. Joseph's Cathedral was a spy outpost of the Rhine Empire?

If that's the case, then it makes sense that the spellcaster would rather use a magic explosion grenade to perish together with the Bureau of Investigation agents than be caught!

Eleanor was somewhat agitated.

Now, the roles of offense and defense have reversed!

If the investigation bureau's failed operation just now was to be condemned by the public to the point of being utterly humiliated.

But at this moment, they have become heroes of the Federation!

……

Edgar ran as fast as he could.

She was clutching a brown paper bag tightly in her arms.

found it……

After a thorough search by Bureau of Investigation agents, fragments of three magic explosive grenades were finally found in the basement.