Chapter 314: Brave Young Man, Go Create a Miracle!
"Do you know what this is?" The supervisor pulled out a pen.
"Of course I know. This is a special poison pen used by top agents. One end is for poisoning, the other for the antidote. If you can't get the antidote within five minutes, you're dead. I noticed the brandy tasted a bit off earlier."
"Looks like Harry told you everything." The supervisor nodded in satisfaction.
"How did Valentine bribe you?" Eggsy, before dying, tried to find out the truth.
The agent supervisor brought up Valentine's theory that humans are a virus, concluding, "Either the virus kills the host, or the host kills all the viruses. Either way, we're all doomed. We must save ourselves."
"So, Valentine decided to solve the overpopulation problem himself?"
"Even if we don't act, nature will. Sometimes, only by eliminating the lower classes can we ensure the survival of the elite. History will see Valentine as the man who saved humanity from extinction. In the Bible, this person is called a prophet."
An abnormal fanaticism appeared on the agent supervisor's face.
Eggsy's face twisted in mockery. "So, who are the elite? Does he choose them? His wealthy friends live, and those he deems worthy of saving, regardless of their agreement with him, are protected.
The poor, or those he deems unworthy of saving, die. What a great prophet!"
"These aren't your concerns. What you should be thinking about is how to survive," the supervisor said, ignoring the sneer in Eggsy's voice. "Out of respect for Harry, I'm inviting you to join the New World. Now, make your decision!"
"I'll go see Harry, thanks anyway." Eggsy raised an eyebrow, noticing the ten seconds left on the grandfather clock—it would be five minutes.
"Goodbye then."
The supervisor rose unhappily, while Eggsy silently counted down in his mind: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...0!
With a thud, the supervisor collapsed to the ground, his limbs convulsing violently, white foam bubbling from his mouth, his face contorted in agony.
"Sorry, it's a flaw of us street rats that we're prone to pickpocketing. The elite agents taught me a lot, but these little tricks are something I was born with."
Eggsy walked smugly to the supervisor's side.
"You filthy bastard!" The supervisor gritted his teeth, uttering the last few words before finally dying in frustration.
After killing the supervisor, Eggsy didn't stop. He deftly sliced open the wound behind the supervisor's ear, revealing a chip of unknown purpose.
Eggsy curled his lip, disdainfully tossing the blood-stained chip aside. Compared to the chip, the supervisor's phone was his real prize, as it had just received a new text message.
"V-Day countdown, now beginning. Please proceed to the safe zone immediately, or to 66°58′30″N, 61°43′4″E."
The supervisor, like a quest NPC in a video game, was telling Eggsy where to go next.
Just as he was about to leave, footsteps sounded outside the door, and Eggsy quickly hid under the table.
A moment later, an English gentleman carrying a cane entered. "No need to hide anymore, I already know you're in there, Eggsy, isn't it? Harry often mentioned you to me."
"Who are you?" Eggsy peeked out from behind the table, but remained vigilant, gripping the corner of a chair leg tightly, ready to throw it at the man if anything seemed off.
"You don't need to know my name. If I had to be addressed, I think 'Scepter' would be more appropriate," the newly arrived English gentleman tapped the table with his cane. "To make a long story short, I am the actual head of your organization. You can verify my identity with Merlin. I saw everything that just happened through the surveillance cameras. I'm glad I at least have one loyal subordinate."
The gentleman pointed to a camera in the corner of the room with his cane. Eggsy nodded, looking at the emblem on the cane, completely letting his guard down, and crawled out from behind the table.
Harry's training for him went beyond just the various equipment and skills of a secret agent; he even told him about the true mastermind behind the Kingsman agents, especially the emblem on the cane—the symbol of the Holmes family, the handlers of the Kingsman agents. On this point, Eggsy would never be mistaken.
"What do you need me to do, sir?"
"Merlin will arrange a plane for you. I need you to depart for America immediately." Mycroft pointed with his cane to the cell phone left by his supervisor on the table.
"Do I have to go there? By myself?"
"Of course not. Before you go to that address, I need you to go to Los Angeles first, take this to a guy named Ron Lee Cooper." Mycroft handed his cane to the bewildered Eggsy: "He owes me a favor. When he sees this, he'll help you."
"Then the two of you go to the place mentioned in the message and teach that bastard Valentine a lesson for me."
"But the countdown is only 24 hours, we might not have enough time..."
After listening to Mycroft's elaborate plan, Eggsy anxiously pointed to the countdown on his phone. Five minutes had already passed since the 24-hour countdown began after receiving the text message.
"Don't worry," Mycroft explained calmly, "In 23 hours, a Tomahawk missile will shoot down one of Valentine's satellites, cutting off the transmission chain and stopping the signal. It will take him 24 hours to set up a new uplink, giving you plenty of time. Good luck, brave young man, go and create a miracle!"
Mycroft didn't forget to give Eggsy a pep talk, but the words sounded strange coming from him.
"Oh, and don't forget Merlin. If you really can't handle the security detail there, you can try having Merlin hack into Valentine's mainframe and shut it down," Mycroft said, his lips twitching slightly. "But I think given his personality, this backup plan probably won't be needed."
Not needed? How could it not be needed?
Eggsy's head was filled with questions. In his view, the best solution for a mission with only two people was to infiltrate the base and shut down the system. Merlin's role would be even more crucial then.
He couldn't think of a better approach.
It's fair to say Eggsy was too naive. Mycroft believed Ron would teach him a lesson and show him what true American-style infiltration really meant.
(End of Chapter)
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