Constructing-Style Wizard

- 43: 35. Cold War in Another World

: 35. Cold War in Another World

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At the entrance to Grave No.1079, Sergeant Alvin Stafford’s guards stand watch.

Any unauthorized person trying to enter the grave must go through guards’ reporting and Sergeant Alvin Stafford’s approval.

Looking at the expression of the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, it doesn’t seem like he would be the type to wait outside the grave for permission.

Indeed, when the man with the gold-rimmed glasses stood in front of Sergeant Alvin Stafford, a guard rushed out of the stairway.

There was a clear slap mark on the guard’s face, which seemed to be fresh.

After saluting Sergeant Alvin Stafford, the guard reported:

“Report, Chief Officer! Military Intelligence Department Personnel have forcibly broken in, and 1…1 couldn’t stop them.”

Alvin Stafford swept his gaze over the guard’s slap marked face, anger rising in his eyes. Staring fiercely at the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, he growled:

“Sergeant Pim! Are you challenging the Imperial Army’s combat discipline?

This is Grave No.1079, the frontline of the Korabo Legion! What right does a Division Intelligence Unit Two investigator have to interfere in the affairs of Intelligence Department 4?”

“Right? Heh.”

The gold-rimmed glasses man, called Pim, chuckled and pulled a perfectly folded document from his pocket.

He opened the document and placed it in front of Sergeant Alvin Stafford:

“Take a good look, Sergeant Alvin Stafford. This is an order issued by the Intelligence Headquarters.

“The Death Notice Spy who appeared in the combat zone under your command is a despicable assassin who has committed countless crimes within the Empire. He has assassinated more than a dozen important Imperial officials and high-ranking members of commercial conglomerates and holds many secret files. The Intelligence Headquarters orders that he must be captured alive or killed on the spot.

“I don’t think I need to explain why I would show up here. Capturing illegal forces causing trouble within the Empire is actually the job of our Division Intelligence Unit Two.

“I don’t doubt your Intelligence Department 4’s capabilities on the front lines, but pardon my saying, when dealing with treacherous and cunning illegal personnel, Division Intelligence Unit Two has the edge.”o

He looked up at the surrounding soldiers, feeling disgusted by the mud on their bodies:

“Let your soldiers step down, Sergeant Alvin Stafford, and don’t obstruct my investigation of the Death Notice assassin’s trail.”

Sergeant Alvin Stafford stepped forward, glared at Pim, and argued with his white hair against Pim:

“Want to investigate the Death Notice assassin’s trail? Fine. But we have an account to settle first. Your Military Intelligence Second Division soldiers severely neglected their duties, allowing a Death Notice spy to infiltrate my team, almost leading to the annihilation of the entire army.”

The soldiers glared at Pim, their eyes filled with rage.

If it wasn’t for his skin and title, Pim would have probably been beaten up by the soldiers on the spot…

Sergeant Alvin Stafford pointed at Noland Lee:

“If it wasn’t for the dedication and unwavering effort of this Sin Soldier altering the Undead Runes of the stone tomb to confuse the Soul Binding, my soldiers and I would have all perished in this grave! And you, Division Intelligence Unit Two investigator, Sergeant Pim, had you stepped foot into this place, you would have been torn to pieces by the walking dead and Soul Binding, and buried here with us.”

Alvin Stafford glared at Pim with angry eyes, roaring like an old yet strong lion:

“You and I are both sergeants. What right do you have to command me on my turf? Now, get out of here. Otherwise, you better give me a good explanation for why that damned Death Notice assassin has appeared here!”

Sergeant Pim took off his glasses, pulled out a clean, dust-free cloth and wiped the saliva off the lenses, speaking slowly:

“The Death Notice used a secret channel unknown to our Division Intelligence Unit Two, Alvin. They used this channel to send the assassin here. If you stop me and prevent me from thoroughly investigating, you should know the consequences…”

Pim’s words slightly changed Alvin’s complexion.

Pim put on his glasses, folded the eyeglass cloth into a neat tofu cube, and tucked it into his pocket.

He glanced at Noland Lee nearby and sneered:

“…If we don’t catch that assassin soon and subject him to a harsh interrogation, more Death Notice spies will infiltrate your Intelligence Department 4. Or perhaps there are other spies already on site, accomplices to the assassin…l have heard that your Intelligence Department 4 is executing a secret mission that would endanger the foundation of the Empire…”

Sergeant Pim’s gaze lingered on Noland Lee for a while, as if the “other spy” mentioned in his previous words was Noland Lee himself:

“Letting a mere Sin Soldier master Undead Runes and learn the doctrine and texts of the Undead Cult. Has Intelligence Department 4 grown so bold as to disregard potential threats?

“How can you be sure that Sin Soldier No. 888 hasn’t been tainted by the Undead Cult? How can you be sure he won’t betray you in battle and use the knowledge he has gained to join the Undead Cult? How can you determine that he isn’t a spy carefully packaged by the Death Notice?”

Sergeant Alvin Stafford angrily retorted:

“This is an internal matter for our Intelligence Department 4, and you have no right to interfere. We are doing this to reduce losses at the frontlines. I am fully responsible for everything, and there is no need for outsiders to worry.” Pim glanced at Alvin Stafford, revealing a hint of coldness in the corners of his mouth:

“You? Can you bear this responsibility? Oh, alright, let’s not talk about responsibility. Am I not aware of the style of your Intelligence Department 4? Sin Soldier No. 888 is just an experiment of yours, and when the experiment is over, you will naturally…”

“Enough!” Alvin shouted angrily:

“With my promise, Sin Soldier 888 will not be abandoned unless he truly betrays the Empire! Now, leave, Sergeant Pim!” Both sides were tense and hostile.

Alvin’s soldiers all gripped their firearms.

Sergeant Pim’s soldiers from the Military Intelligence Second Division also appeared to be on guard.

Just when an internal conflict seemed about to be ignited by anger, another guard from Alvin’s team ran out of the staircase.

“Report, Chief Officer! Lieutenant Grett has arrived!”

Sergeant Pim’s brows furrowed slightly, his expression darkened.

In contrast, Alvin Stafford immediately straightened his back and spoke with more confidence: This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Please bring Lieutenant Grett in.”

“Yes, Chief Officer!” The guard glanced at Pim and quickly ran off.

In a short while, the tall and robust Lieutenant Grett, with his extraordinary abilities, walked steadily into Tomb Level Two.

This was the very lieutenant Noland Lee had seen when he got off the steam train, whose deconstruction Noland had performed.

“Chief Officer!” Sergeant Alvin Stafford saluted.

Although Sergeant Pim was reluctant, he still raised his right hand due to military regulations:

“Chief Officer!”

Lieutenant Grett was the highest-ranking, oldest, and most experienced military officer among those present, and also the one with the most formidable individual strength.

As his steps drew nearer, an undeniable powerful aura descended upon everyone’s heads.

Lieutenant Grett’s eyes were sharp, and he spoke with vigorous energy, like a booming bell.

“Sergeant Alvin Stafford.”

“Yes, Chief Officer.”

“I order you to immediately lead the team to Tomb Level Three, eliminate the Undead Cult priests and the undead army there, and clear the area around the Spirit Pivot as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Chief Officer.”

Lieutenant Grett turned his head and looked at Pim with eagle-like sharp eyes:

“As for you, Sergeant Pim. I have also seen the Intelligence Headquarters’ order. I will instruct Alvin to take his men to blow up the corridor leading from Tomb Level Three to the Necromancer’s Crypt. You stay and guard Tomb Level Two. As long as the Death Notice assassin is alive, he must return the same way to leave this tomb. At that time, you will be able to catch the rat.”

“Yes, Chief Officer.” Sergeant Pim hesitated for a moment and continued:

“Report, Chief Officer. My orders from Military Intelligence Second Division include strict surveillance of Sin Soldiers. I request to enter Tomb Level Three for close supervision of the only Sin Soldier at the scene.”

“No, Sergeant Pim. I refuse your proposal, but you can send one of your own men to work with Sergeant Alvin Stafford.”

…Yes, Chief Officer.”

Sergeant Pim was discontent but had no choice but to obey the order. He looked resentfully at Noland Lee, only to see him holding a dirty rag in his hand.

Noland Lee held the rag in his palm, casually kneading and twisting it into various irregular shapes.

An intense sense of discomfort immediately rose in Sergeant Pim’s heart.

The lines of his face tightened at once, and his teeth clenched tightly together, wishing he could snatch the rag from Noland’s hand and fold it himself…