Chapter 929
The Puppet and its Master
Chapter 929 The Puppet and its Master
The last time I met him, he was about six years old.
Although he is adorable, Braun is well aware of the dangers of time magic and is always worried about it.
Although he later saw Wade safe and sound as a referee through the telescope, it seemed that only by seeing him face to face could he finally put down the huge weight in his heart.
Wade smiled and said, "I'm also glad to see you looking so energetic. The operation over there must be going smoothly?"
“Yes,” Braun said. “Liana Lightfoot has been taken away by Derain. We should have about half an hour. In half an hour, even if Prometheus’s men are slow to react, they should realize that something is wrong.”
"No problem, ten minutes will be enough!"
Vito said, making an "OK" gesture, and then typed on the keyboard two or three times faster than before.
Inside the room, all the puppets' movements seemed to be fast-forwarded, and the rustling crawling sounds became even more pronounced.
Braun did not participate in the search. He sat on the single sofa to Wade's right, leaning slightly forward, and said:
“I didn’t expect to see you here, Master… I thought you would stay in New York.”
The capital of a country is the center of political power, and everyone there is exposed to the scorching sun; any abnormality will immediately trigger an alarm.
In contrast, New York City, with its millions of tourists, immigrants, and businesspeople coming and going each year, is full of gray areas and orderly chaos, providing the perfect "camouflage" for people to enter and leave, disguise, and recruit.
Therefore, whether it's the Magical Congress, the Purifiers, or even Prometheus, they all place the core of their organizations in New York, not Washington—New York is the center of the magical world.
"In New York, things are like a clock that's been wound up; they'll run on their predetermined track."
Wade said, "Kingsley will be returning to England soon. The Magical Congress is busy with its internal strife, and after a period of intense investigation, Muggle society will soon begin its own inefficient internal investigation and finger-pointing."
"So now, we all need to wait."
"Prometheus was waiting for the wind to grow weary, for the bright light shining from the tower to dim, and for the environment to return to the darkness and dampness they preferred."
"And I am waiting... waiting for those cowards to feel safe and finally crawl out of their shells."
He turned to look at Braun, his gray eyes appearing particularly deep in the cold indoor light.
"The timing is delicate. Before we can directly sever Prometheus's head, we need to cleanly and decisively cut off its outstretched limbs, one by one."
Braun nodded: "Liana Lightfoot is a very crucial 'hand.' She connects to the political lobbying network in Washington and the resources of the Environmental Protection Agency, and likely has access to the most cutting-edge experimental data of Project Prometheus, the flow of funds, and... lists and contact information for other 'hands and feet.'"
Wade tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest of the sofa.
“A decapitation requires timing, power, and the certainty of a single, decisive blow. But severing limbs, weakening mobility and perception, can begin now, by targeting these relatively peripheral but equally vital areas. Washington is a very important link.”
Braun immediately picked up where Wade left off: "When Prometheus concluded that the Masonic Party, which had been their adversary, was firmly entangled in Washington, clearing out the Lightfoot line and rescuing the captured wizards..."
"Then their defenses of New York headquarters will become subtly lax, and some of their actions will become bolder," Wade said. "But in order to deal with the inevitable threat from the Mafia, they will be even more eager to acquire puppets to make up for their losses and accelerate their plans!" "Panic leads to mistakes, and the more anxious they are, the more flaws they will expose," Braun continued. "While they are busy mobilizing their henchmen to protect the heartland, they will also allow us to see the forces lurking in the shadows."
"That's it."
Wade nodded approvingly and said, "So for now, it's best not to interfere with things in New York, let everything return to calm, and you shouldn't show yourselves."
“I only left behind spies to keep watch, and Wieland stayed in New York to monitor the situation; everyone else has been moved to Washington. And I think…”
Wade's gaze fell on the "legacy" that the puppets had found, and he said, "The things here might be more interesting than we expected."
"Oh, right, Wayne—"
Seeing that their conversation had come to an end, Victor walked from the balcony into the living room and said:
"Who was that guy who came downstairs with you? The kids said he'd been sitting on the steps waiting for you... Is he one of your confidants in the UMNO party?"
On the balcony, several magical birds chirped and twittered, seemingly eager to report the situation.
Of course, they do speak when they really need to report, and their jumping and chirping are simply a way of asserting their presence.
"No, it's not."
Braun seemed to only just remember now. He looked at the magical bird puppets, smiled, and turned to Wade, saying:
“Sera Abigail came with me; she’s the one downstairs.”
He briefly described how the two met and traveled together, without mentioning his purpose in inviting the other to join him, but the puppets almost all understood perfectly well—
If Vader still harbors feelings for his former professor, Braun's act of helping him would undoubtedly please and gratify his master.
And if Wade is angry about being deceived and exploited in the past, he also has the opportunity for revenge.
But instead of commenting on Braun's actions or asking for details, Wiede handed over the document he had just been reading:
"Look at this, it's very interesting."
Braun blinked, then looked down at the document:
Project Prometheus B5 - Consciousness Transfer Experiment: Initial Testing and Risk Assessment (Draft)
"Consciousness transfer experiment?"
Braun glanced at it quickly, a smile playing on his lips, a mixture of mockery and amusement.
Before he could speak, Vito, on the other side of the room, suddenly looked up from his computer screen and interjected:
"If I had the chance, I would like to try their 'consciousness transfer' and see if their so-called technology could cover my consciousness."
Vera, who was sealing a box of documents, stopped what she was doing, turned around, wiped her hands with her apron, and gave a disapproving look:
"What nonsense are you talking about? Isn't that the same as 'suicide'? If you change your 'mindset,' will you still be yourself?"
(End of this chapter)