Chapter 879
The Person Favored by Heaven
Chapter 879 The Person Favored by Heaven
The rainwater merged into an endless gray curtain, enveloping the entire world in a chaotic clamor.
The terrified scream was swallowed up by the torrential rain, and didn't even disturb the two hunting dogs lying in their kennel.
That night, the Harrington family mansion resembled a forgotten island. The motion sensors, thermal imaging monitoring, and ubiquitous cameras that they were once so proud of were mostly rendered useless by the double blow of lightning and flooding.
Even those that stubbornly persisted only lasted an hour or two before falling silent due to running out of power.
The Harrington family's bodyguards actually lived in a small building not far away, forming two corners with the buildings where the nanny, gardener, and others lived, guarding the main building in the center.
After the first clap of thunder rolled overhead, the bodyguards had already gotten up, dressed, and some stood guard at the entrances and exits of the mansion, some patrolled in the rain, and others were ready to be summoned from the main building.
However, their walkie-talkies and call bells remained silent all night.
“They must all be asleep.” The bodyguard captain had no doubt whatsoever, and said with absolute certainty, “Mr. Harrington’s sleep quality is truly enviable.”
……
The swaying flashlight beam swept across the balcony window, but in reality, in such a downpour, the bodyguards couldn't even see clearly what was happening three meters away; the patrol's purpose was merely deterrence.
Behind the spacious balcony lies the study of Richard Harrington, the owner of this mansion.
Light pierced through the rain and swept across the dark window. Victor looked up, glanced at it, and scoffed:
"How interesting... These wealthy people set all sorts of strict rules for their fellow human beings, but in the end, these rules became the noose around their own necks."
If Mr. Harrington hadn't strictly restricted the behavior of these employees, preventing them from approaching the main house without permission, perhaps one or two bodyguards would have come over and knocked on the door to see what was happening inside.
"Rules! The more trivial they are, the more they prove that their purpose is not to do things, but to highlight a unique status."
Vilan said casually.
He seemed much more relaxed than Victor, and even picked up the hardcover book that its owner had forgotten on the desk with great interest, casually turning the pages.
On the bookshelf, the table, and even on their trouser legs and shoulders, there were some creepy spiders, cockroaches, ants, scorpions, and other creatures.
These creatures, which had driven the mansion's owners to screams and near collapse, now nestled docilely beside the two, some even affectionately touching their fingers with their tentacles, silently exchanging information.
“Stop searching,” Victor said. “Didn’t the kids already confirm that there are no documents we need in this study? Or… Richard Harrington isn’t the person we’re looking for.”
Vilan glanced at him sideways, rolled his eyes, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? How many wealthy and powerful people in New York City have we investigated? Richard Harrington is the most likely person to be involved in that Prometheus Project!"
He recounted with great familiarity, "His assets have grown at an extraordinary rate over the past thirty years, and his life has been exceptionally smooth!"
"Whenever Richard Harrington faces a major competition, his rivals inexplicably suffer some kind of mishap—fire, amnesia, car accident, sudden cardiac death, sudden madness and murder, or at the very least, making all sorts of crazy statements in public..."
“If the police hadn’t failed to discover Richard Harrington’s connection to these incidents, he would have been in jail long ago!”
“Muggles can’t explain this phenomenon; they can only say that guy was lucky! But we all know that this kind of thing can’t be explained by pure luck!” “On the contrary, those events could be easily accomplished with magic!”
Victor let out a soft breath and continued, "And then there's the medical school they've invested in building, which is said to have state-of-the-art laboratories and equipment, costing hundreds of millions of dollars every year, yet it only admits a very small number of medical students."
"Moreover, those medical students basically went directly to work in Harrington's research institutions after graduation, supposedly to conquer cancer... but in recent years, their output has been pitifully small."
"See, you know perfectly well!"
Vilan closed the book, put it back in its place, and said, "Moreover, our target, Mr. Richard Harrington, is clearly 78 years old, but his medical report shows that his physical functions are comparable to those of a 35-year-old, and his reaction speed and cell activity are even better..."
He chuckled and said, "I don't believe these are all results of Muggle medicine!"
"So, all the clues point here, and we're here too..."
Victor turned his gaze to the window where rain streaked across the floor and whispered:
"The security system and communications are reasonably paralyzed. Even if they can't get a response when they call for bodyguards, they will just think that there is a problem with the signal and that everything will be fine when it gets light and the rain stops."
"Because the bodyguards were only a few dozen meters away, they didn't realize that they had become a true island..."
"Most importantly,"
Vilan picked up the conversation, grinning, and said, "Under such a massive thunderstorm, the Magic Council's sensitivity and accuracy in detecting magic will be greatly reduced!"
"Intense electromagnetic interference and chaotic natural elements—these are the best cover! Whether it's the Magic Congress or the group we're looking for, they can only be blindfolded and deafened by the power of nature!"
“Rumble——!!!”
As they were speaking, an extremely thick bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, instantly illuminating the world in a stark white light. The thunder that followed made the windows tremble slightly.
Vilan was also stunned speechless for a moment by the thunder. He looked up at the power of heaven and earth, and his tone couldn't help but carry a sigh of admiration:
"Heaven truly favors its master! He needed a storm powerful enough to obscure vision and paralyze order, and the hurricane arrived just in time..."
Victor looked at him and asked, "Do you really think this is some kind of divine favor?"
"Hmm? What do you mean?" Vilan pondered for a moment and said, "The master said he needed a gust of wind, and then it took three or four days to detect the cloud clusters and thunderstorms off the west coast of Africa, right? At that time, nobody knew how much impact it would have on New York City..."
After the U.S. National Hurricane Center issued a public warning, Wiran even went to check the information, and after checking, he felt that everything was too coincidental.
"I don't know, but I always feel..."
Victor gazed at the lightning in the sky and said softly, "It seems that Master... knew this hurricane was coming a long time ago..."
(End of this chapter)