Chapter 209: The Rich Kid!
A Display of Wealth
Does this kid have a problem in the head? The purpose of the Greenwood Plan was to capture a cult leader. The process required extreme caution and secrecy; their whereabouts could not be revealed. Who exposes their intentions before the operation even begins?
Luke seemed oblivious to the foolishness of his actions. Instead, he asked enthusiastically,
"Do you know the location of the cult's headquarters? If you tell me, I'll give you a huge amount of money. How about half a million? Enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life."
The tavern owner: "..."
Luke pulled out a bank card and smacked it boldly onto the table.
"A deposit of one hundred thousand dollars. How about it? Are you in?"
The old man's eyes widened. After a moment, he mumbled,
"Kid, are you on drugs?"
"I'm perfectly sober."
Luke pulled out another bank card and said with overwhelming dominance, "Five hundred thousand is in here. That makes six hundred thousand total. Is that enough?"
"..."
Is this guy insane? The same thought spontaneously occurred to everyone in the room. Emily's face was flushed. She tugged at Luke, signaling him to tone it down—this was extremely awkward.
The old man cleared his throat. He reluctantly glanced at the bank cards, then put on a serious expression.
"Kid, I don't care what you're doing. This is my tavern. You'd better behave, or I won't be polite."
With that, he turned and walked toward the kitchen, apparently to prepare food.
Luke shrugged. "Strange things happen in the sticks. He won't even take money when it's offered. Idiot!"
The others remained silent, their eyes filled with contempt. Luke's behavior was indistinguishable from a spoiled, rich kid who only knew how to spend money and chase women.
To them, this kind of person was trash; ordinarily, they wouldn't give him a second glance.
Meanwhile, the fight in the hall had ended. Adam tossed the unconscious middle-aged man out of the tavern, then picked up his travel bag and stood beside Luke, like a loyal old dog.
Adam's eyes were too cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, sending shivers down the spine of everyone who met his gaze.
This is a master! A true powerhouse!
And he's being used as a doorman!
The agents grew even more silent. If their earlier feelings towards Luke were mere disgust and resistance, they now escalated to utter scorn. A powerhouse deserved his own dignity and should not be commanded like a cat or dog by someone weaker.
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The atmosphere was sour, forcing Nelson to step up.
"I don't need to repeat the boss's order. From now on, Luke Shaw is the commander of this squad. We must all follow his orders, no exceptions."
The agents remained silent, neither nodding nor shaking their heads.
Nelson sighed and turned to Luke. "What's the next move? It's almost time. Should we enter the forest?"
"Who said anything about entering the forest?"
Luke put his arm around Emily's shoulder and said excitedly, "Emily and I haven't seen each other in months. We need to catch up and get reacquainted."
"..."
Over the next few hours, everyone got a real taste of what a rich kid with endless money was like.
Luke was lavish. He bought the dilapidated tavern from the owner for a price he couldn't refuse, instantly transforming from a guest into the owner.
Then, he issued his first command as commander: Go hunting! Everyone had to go, no exceptions. Thus, the FBI agents were forced to take their high-tech weapons and hunt wild animals in the forest.
Luke and Emily followed behind, flirting the whole way. The agents turned green listening to their constant suggestive chatter.
Zatanna was equally speechless. What was this guy doing? Wasn't he a promising young entrepreneur? Why was he acting like this? Rich kids were the worst.
She also noticed the agents. Every one of them had a chilling, sharp gaze, clearly not ordinary people. The life aura of two of them was especially strong; they were either powerful sorcerers or metahumans.
A group like this appearing simultaneously in a remote, run-down town was obviously not normal.
Regardless of what others thought, Luke was having a blast. He joked and laughed with Emily and occasionally flirted with Zatanna. His life, with a beautiful girl on each arm, was perfect.
The forest was full of wildlife. By midday, they had caught rabbits, deer, sheep, otters, and more. Nelson even bagged two massive white-lipped wild boars with his hunting rifle.
With such a plentiful haul, a bonfire party was a necessity.
Luke had everyone haul out all the tavern's seasonings, alcohol, and food. They built a fire in the town square and invited every resident of the town.
Everyone ate, drank, sang, and danced, making for a lively scene that lasted until 9:30 p.m.
A bleary-eyed Luke was carried back to the tavern by Emily and Zatanna. The rest of the team gathered, discussing the situation in low voices.
There were seven FBI agents involved in the Greenwood Plan: the supervisor Nelson Durk and the unexpected factor Emily Song, plus five powerful senior agents.
The middle-aged man who was beaten by Adam was Becky Beckman, a former elite Marine who had achieved numerous honors after joining the FBI and was an invaluable military asset. Of course, he was in poor condition now.
The remaining four were a survival expert, an assassin, a wizard skilled in investigative magic, and a plant-based metahuman. These people were clearly handpicked for the Greenwood Plan, yet they were faced with this chaos on their first day.
Everyone looked uneasy, especially Becky, who hadn't said a word since waking up, only continuously sharpening his knife, lost in his thoughts.
The wizard, August, said helplessly, "After all that noise, the news is definitely out. What's the next step?"
The plant metahuman, Roy Hope, sighed.
"I don't understand why the Director sent a rich kid to be the commander. What can he do besides chase women and party?"
The survival expert, Bill, fiddled with his multipurpose dagger, his expression grim. "My biggest concern right now is that if the cultists in the forest hear the news and start to relocate, we'll hit an empty hideout even if we find it."
"What's your opinion?" Nelson looked at the only woman present, the assassin Vima: the FBI's sharpest blade, a super killer with countless confirmed kills.
Vima said flatly, "The big man next to him is very dangerous."
Her comment was met with silence. We're discussing the plan, and you're still worried about the big guy!
August hesitated. "Should we report back to the Director? Let's ignore that rich kid and handle this ourselves."
Roy nodded. "I think so. That kid is pure deadweight. We're better off without him."
Nelson sighed.
"I already called. The Director disagreed and ordered us to follow Luke Shaw's instructions, no matter what."
At this, everyone was completely stumped. If their boss gave that order, what could subordinates do?
They discussed it, but reached no conclusion, and had no choice but to disperse.
As the night deepened and the last light disappeared, the town sank into infinite darkness. At the village entrance, the old dog that hadn't barked all day suddenly stood up. Its shadow writhed and stretched in the moonlight, spreading out like mud across the ground.
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