A higher-dimensional incarnation, starting by leveraging the stars.

Chapter 36 Commissioner Smith in Action

A few minutes later, Wu Tunji led a blond white man into the house.

The man who walked in seemed out of place in this room filled with the wild atmosphere of the jungle.

He looked to be around forty years old, with his blond hair neatly combed and his blue eyes appearing deep and sharp under the kerosene lamplight.

Wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit, shiny leather shoes, and carrying a black briefcase, he looked more like a banker appearing on West Eagle Golden Bull Street than an uninvited guest showing up at a Nanyang armed stronghold late at night.

"Mr. William, please have a seat. It's been six years since we last met, hasn't it?"

"Seven years have passed. The last negotiation left a deep impression on me, General!" William Tam spoke in a slightly accented but fluent Southeast Asian indigenous language, his voice gentle and magnetic. "However, I am no longer working at the embassy. Now, I represent some friends... who are interested in the stability of the Southeast Asian region."

He smiled and looked around the study, his gaze lingering on Keqi and Wu Jueming for a moment before finally settling on Wu Tunji: "It seems you two have been quite troubled lately, haven't you?"

Wu Tunji did not answer, but instead squinted at the man he had met once before.

He knew who the other person was, as well as their background and the power they represented.

Regardless of his current identity, there is only one true core: Commissioner Smith.

Commissioner Smith has powerful backing, so powerful that 99 percent of the world's countries and regions tremble in fear, but he is also very troublesome.

Their moral character is known throughout the world.

Partner only with winners!

There are no fools in the world, but there are plenty of greedy idiots. These idiots always think they can keep winning, and that as long as they keep winning, Commissioner Smith will not betray them. But how many people can actually keep winning?

But he also knew that he could not refuse Commissioner Smith.

William gracefully placed his briefcase flat on his lap and looked at Wu Tunji, saying, "My... employer is very concerned about the series of disappearances that have occurred in Southeast Asia over the past few months."

"Who is your employer?" Wu Tunji asked directly.

William smiled slightly: "Some international business partners who want regional stability and smooth trade. Specifically, we have several timber and mining investment projects in Krabland, and the expansion of the Order has begun to affect our supply chain."

It was a very official answer, but Wu Tunji didn't believe a word of it.

Would someone who can afford to support a specialist like William care about the timber and minerals of tiny Krabland? And what about the supply chain? Does Krabland even deserve it?

What he didn't know was that the Western Eagle's big capital group's judgment on the Judge was actually very similar to that of the Second Archaeological Institute. They believed that the so-called Judge was not a supernatural phenomenon, but simply a series of events triggered by someone obtaining relics from a civilization.

They are only interested in the one or a few artifacts of the civilization that could have caused this series of events.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Wu Tunji this.

"So what do you want to do?" Wu Tunji asked calmly.

"Cooperation." William opened his briefcase, took out a tablet computer, turned on the screen, and pushed it to the center of the table. The screen displayed a satellite map of the Judgement Order's important strongholds, marked with alarming detail.

"We know that the general's power and the religious order have conflicting interests in some areas. We also know that the general is wary of the legends of the judge worshipped by the religious order."

His gaze swept over the scar on Wu Tunji's face, then looked at the fresh wound on Wu Jueming's face: "Caution is wise. But you're moving too slowly."

"Are you teaching us how to do things?" Wu Jueming couldn't help but interject, his tone unfriendly.

William looked at him, his smile unchanged: "Captain Wu Jueming, last month you were injured by villagers during the expropriation in Baka Village, and that village is now one of the areas with the highest concentration of believers in the Judge's Order. I guess you really want to get revenge, but you're worried about divine punishment if you take action, just like that foreman in the Baka mining area."

Wu Jueming's expression changed.

"However, you don't need to worry too much. We can provide intelligence support." Smith handed the tablet to Wu Jueming. "For example, the missing foreman's body should be at the bottom of the Chachin River. There were three people who did it, all miners from the Baka mining area who had recently joined the cult. Here is their information."

"Besides that, we also have a lot of information about the organization." Seeing Wu Jueming's increasingly grim expression as he took the tablet, he laughed. "Their organizational structure, the flow of funds, and the backgrounds of their core members. For example, that Patriarch Sowin, his real name is Sowinnai, thirty years old, born in a poor mountain village, came to Qingguang to work at eighteen, worked as an actor in a traveling theater troupe, was imprisoned three times for theft and fraud, and after his disappearance, Qingguang's economy was affected, he returned to his hometown, and soon began spreading the Judge's Faith."

He paused, observing the three men's reactions: "An ordinary, criminally-minded thug. This kind of person, suddenly becoming a spokesperson for God—don't you find that suspicious?"

Wu Tunji's fingers began tapping on the table again: "Are you saying there's someone else behind the cult?"

"That's what's interesting," William said, shaking his head. "We investigated their financial flows and got to know each of their pastors thoroughly. We can confirm that they have no one backing them."

"Nobody here?"

“That’s right, no one is here.” William paused. “It’s strange precisely because no one is here. This cult was originally a collection of loosely organized groups that spontaneously formed due to the disappearance of the judge, scattered across various places. But somehow, overnight, they all came together. Before that, some people disappeared, some claimed to have received divine pronouncements, and some even witnessed miracles…”

"This is what interests you, isn't it?"

Wu Tunji said, "You want to know whether their experiences are true or false, whether the judges are true or false, and we are just pawns for testing them."

"No, it's a gun emplacement," William corrected, his face completely at ease. "We will provide weapons, equipment, and funding, and if needed, we can also provide technical and personnel support."

He took an envelope from his briefcase and pushed it in front of Wu Tunji: "This is our first gesture of goodwill. One hundred thousand Eagle Knives in cash, old banknotes with non-consecutive serial numbers. If the cooperation goes smoothly, there will be more to come. We have only one request: arrest Sowin and the other pastors as soon as possible, and I want to be present during their interrogation."

Wu Tunji didn't touch the envelope. He stared at William, remaining silent for nearly a minute.

Suddenly, he drew his gun and pressed it against William's forehead, his eyes shooting out an extremely fierce gaze.

He admitted that his previous assumptions about William were wrong. He had thought that William was at least a partner, but he did not expect that William would tell him so directly that he was just a cannon fodder!

He's going straight to the heart of the matter, arresting those priests from the Sowen and his order who claim to have received divine grace—without any foreplay whatsoever!

"Do you think I'm a fool, William?" he said viciously. "Do you think I'd be stupid enough to stick my neck out?"

William laughed, this time with a more genuine and slightly mocking tone, completely unconcerned about the gun barrel pressed against his forehead: "General, you're not stupid, you're quite clever, but you're just unlucky."

"luck……"

"Who told the core of the Judges' Order to be on your turf?" William laughed. "The impact of the Nanyang disappearances case far exceeds your imagination. There are some things you are not entitled to know. You had no choice." He reached out and gently brushed the gun barrel from his forehead, stood up, and straightened his suit. "The will I represent is not something you can oppose, nor is it something that the country behind you, or even the countries of the entire Nanyang region, can oppose."

"There is a satellite phone number in the envelope. Someone answers 24 hours a day. You can contact us anytime if you need any assistance in the arrest operation."

He nodded slightly, turned and walked towards the door, but stopped before opening it. Looking at Wu Jueming's fierce expression, he added, "By the way, according to our intelligence, at least for now, no one in this cult possesses the ability to make someone disappear; they are all just ordinary mortals."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and left, his footsteps gradually disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Silence fell over the study once again.