Chapter 186
Chapter 186: Chapter 134 âForerunnerâ and âMartial Arts Saviorâ (Please Subscribe)_3
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With that, Christopher Abbott respectfully nodded and left the office. âHarper, how are things going at the First Bureau currently?â
The woman behind Milton Cheney had not spoken since the beginning. After hearing Miltonâs words, she bent down and whispered in his ear.
After hearing Harperâs words, Milton Cheney nodded.
In the past four years, people from the Black Raven Squad had infiltrated the Federal Ninth Bureau.
While they couldnât uncover every secret, they knew enough to keep Milton informed about the key matters.
âIt appears mentor has stirred up too much trouble, is Easton Wade struggling and planning to use me as a scapegoat?â
Milton Cheney pondered on this.
Considering the problem from a holistic perspective made his thoughts clearer.
This was the advantage of having an undercover agent.
If he had accumulated wisdom and knowledge over numerous lifetimes and was thus considered a genius, then his mentor, Carson Dutton, was an absolute genius.
He threatened the Headquarters Directorâs position only a few years after joining the Headquarters. âHarper, how is my mentorâs wife?â
Milton Cheney asked.
He was somewhat worried that Easton Wade would resort to dirty tactics.
After all, having become the Director of the First Bureau, his hands were undoubtedly stained with the blood of innocentsâ enough to fill a swimming pool.
âThe mentorâs wife is well protected by your mentor; thereâs no danger.â Upon hearing these words, Milton Cheney nodded.
Rubbing his brows, political games like these werenât exactly his strong suit.
If it werenât for how it fit into his grand scheme, he would prefer not to take on the job of Fourth Bureauâs Director at all.
Compared to dealing with all manner of problems, he would rather bulldoze his way forward, taking out anyone who stood in his path.
However, this world was different from the Wizard Realm.
Despite might making right, the definition of âstrengthâ manifested in all sorts of ways.
If he were to act rashly, heâd likely face mass-scale weaponry.
This world was, after all, primarily reliant on technology.
However, once his plans were set in motion, the Fourth Bureau would cease to exist.
The Federation had lost its integrity and Milton didnât want to see it crumble.
His enemies werenât the Federationâs upper echelons. His true enemies didnât belong to this world.
âBegin the large-scale collection of intelligence. After exposure, weâll move to Plan B. Within one month, these organizations will have no secrets to keep from me.â
Milton Cheney stated.
The Black Raven Squad had been undercover for four years, enough of skirting the edges.
He didnât come to this world to perpetually hold a lowly position like âDirectorâ.
However, to restore the Fighter Path to its historical glory required more than his efforts alone.
âMilton Cheney! Are you betraying the Federation?!â
A reprimanding voice came from an old man.
Milton Cheneyâs face was devoid of emotion, his eyes flashing a hint of disdain.
âEaston, for a scumbag like you to say those words, it seems you think Iâm interested in killing you on my own accord.â
âThink about how many people in the Federation want you dead. The line would stretch from Capital City to Southern City.â
Hearing Milton Cheneyâs words, Easton Wade let out his last breath.
Several figures flashed through his mind.
He believed Miltonâs words. Milton was simply a dagger poised to stab him, and there was undoubtedly someone else behind him.
But who could it be?
Carson Dutton?
Or William Yorke?
However, overthinking doesnât necessarily do any good, as it tends to overlook the most straightforward answer.
âGive me a chance, let me leave. The position of Headquarters Director can be handed to your mentor. I will leave the Federation and never appear before you all again.â
âI can surrender the several subspaces that I control.â
Even up to this point, he still yearned to survive.
But the Milton Cheney standing in front of him didnât respond to his plea.
âBoom!!!â
A punch roared forth and the already far- gone Easton simply couldnât withstand it!
Blood splattered everywhere!
Milton Cheney pulled back his fist, shaking off fresh blood onto the ground.
Give you a chance?
Who gave the innocents who died at your hands a chance?
Pulling out a little medicine bag, Milton scattered the medicine over Easton Wadeâs body.
âHiss!â
The sound of the body corroding echoed out, and a horrible smell wafted from the corpse.
After a moment, the corpse turned into a puddle of liquid.
A figure approached behind Milton and had a rather complex expression on his face.
âAre you sure about this?â
Carson Dutton asked.
He suddenly found that he could no longer understand his student.
From his perspective, Miltonâs ideas were bordering on madness.
Milton didnât turn around to look at his mentor.
Instead, he said, âHow long do you think the Federal Ninth Bureau can hold out? Despite technological advancements, this world canât avoid being consumed.â
âWe canât keep up the ruse anymore. You can find out the truth easily online.â
Milton had finally understood.
The worlds to which he was reincarnated were not ordinary.
So far, both the worlds in which he was reincarnated were on the brink of annihilation.
The previous world was the End of Dharma Era, and this world was facing
invasion from other worlds.
âWe need to start reforming. We donât have much time left. Within a hundred years, we must establish Martial Arts Academies throughout the Federation.â âIf no one else will take the lead, then weâll be the pioneers.â
âChange the Fighter Path to Martial Arts and Fighters to Martial Artists.â
âTechnology will only lead this world to destruction. Given our limited time, Martial Arts is the only way to save this world. Only by having everyone practice martial arts we can save our world!â Milton Cheney turned to his mentor and solemnly said.
Carson Dutton fell silent.
Eventually, he nodded.
Milton was right. We canât conceal for much longer.
The subordinate spaces that appeared randomly were becoming more frequent. The Ninth Bureau alone could no longer suppress them.
The Federationâs upper echelons were rotting from the inside.
If no one would be the pioneer, then they would be the pioneers! A sense of heroism, long absent, began to well up within him.
âSo, whatâs the plan?â
âFirst, consolidate the Federal Ninth Bureau, rename it as the Federal Strategic Guidance Bureau.â
âThen, integrate all forms of fighting techniques, create Martial Arts, and set up a grading system. Establish a Martial Arts Department in every school!â
Milton Cheney, looking far into the distance, said.
In that moment, he seemed to see the future!
ps: This world does indeed hold great importance, so Iâll focus on writing about this one.
This world is crucial for the protagonistâs conquest of all universes. To clarify, this does not mean just padding the word count. I have a complete outline, my dear readers..