Returning to his original form, Loren was quite satisfied with Cook P. Jones’s grand introduction of him. The corner of his mouth turned upward.

Indeed, showing off his bounty amount in front of acquaintances was even more interesting…

And this grand introduction was also Loren’s latest image in the eyes of most forces within the Federation.

Two days ago, after some busybody saw the astronomical bounty notice issued by the Security Bureau, they specifically summarized Loren’s past and posted it on the Interstellar Hunter Forum.

It’s just that Loren hadn’t had time to log onto the Interstellar Hunter Association forum these past two days.

Otherwise, he would have discovered that his reputation was already known to everyone on the forum.

He had become an example in the hearts of countless Interstellar Hunters…

Apart from some relatively hidden matters that the other party truly didn’t know, this unique introduction basically covered all the major things Loren had done in the past few months…

After enjoying Cook P. Jones’s gaze for a while, Loren turned his head to look at Moshet, who was standing silently to the side, and asked with a smile:

“Mr. Moshet, why don’t you contact your superior? Ask your superior, am I a Security Bureau agent?”

Ever since Loren revealed his true form in the abandoned factory building, Moshet had stopped speaking. His expression was no longer feigning anger, but rather one of relief as he looked at Loren.

When he saw Loren’s true form, he understood that he was probably going to die here…

Clearly, this Agent had made sufficient mental preparations.

Facing Loren’s mockery, he scrutinized Loren tightly, not uttering a word.

Seeing Moshet’s somewhat indifferent reaction, Loren suddenly felt a bit bored.

This was a person who was ready to face death at any moment. He couldn’t get any of the amusement he wanted from the other party…

Loren shook his head somewhat regretfully and asked quietly:

“Mr. Moshet, before I kill you, can you tell me which faction of the Security Bureau you are an agent of?”

“The Neutral Faction, Mr. Loren.” Moshet’s tone was calm, and his eyes seemed to have lost a certain luster.

Having satisfied his curiosity, Loren nodded slightly:

“Due to your cooperation, do you have any last words, Mr. Moshet?”

Hearing Loren’s question, a bit of light returned to Moshet’s eyes. He considered for a moment before looking at Loren calmly and saying:

“Although I don’t know what you want to do, the ordinary citizens are innocent…”

Hearing this, Loren shrugged his shoulders somewhat unsatisfied. “I know.”

Then, his large hand gently rested on Moshet’s head and pressed down slightly…

The other party didn’t struggle either, instead calmly closing his eyes.

“Thud!” A muffled sound rang out.

A corpse with its head pressed into its chest cavity just like that fell onto the ground of the abandoned factory building.

The blood flowing from the chest cavity also soaked the ground near Loren’s feet…

Clearly, this high-ranking Security Bureau agent understood very well what the best reaction he could make when facing someone like Loren was.

The Security Bureau Operations Manual also specifically noted the attitude agents should maintain when encountering powerful individuals like Loren who harbor hatred towards the Federation during missions…

Not provoking the other party, and not giving them the pleasure of toying with their prey, could reduce certain unnecessary losses…

The effect of Moshet’s actions was significant. At this moment, Loren inexplicably felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.

It was a feeling of anticipation abruptly cut short, a kind of being stuck in mid-air, neither up nor down, a tangled feeling…

So, after vigorously shaking the blood off his hand, he turned to look at the astonished Cook P. Jones beside him and asked quietly:

“Mr. Cook, you still haven’t told me, what is the help you need from me?”

Faced with Loren’s inquiry, Cook P. Jones glanced at the corpse on the ground, then very prudently raised both his hands and quickly clapped them towards the other three people in the abandoned factory building.

“Gather a bit closer. Let’s start discussing our plan for this time now.”

Cook P. Jones’s voice slowly echoed within this empty factory building permeated with a faint smell of blood.

The other three people in the abandoned factory building, upon hearing Cook P. Jones’s words, all gathered near him.

Interestingly, all three of them very tacitly stood in positions somewhat farther away from Loren.

Seeing the reactions of the several people in his team, Cook P. Jones secretly sighed in his heart:

The team has unexpectedly become easier to lead…

Then, he took out a somewhat rough, wide wooden table from his spatial storage device and placed it in front of himself.

On this somewhat rough wooden table lay a detailed map of Jadeite Main City.

Upon seeing this map, everyone in the abandoned factory building immediately had a serious expression.

Even Loren stared at that map, falling into deep thought.

Mr. Cook is even more extreme than I imagined…

At this moment.

Cook P. Jones tapped his finger on the map on the table and spoke seriously to everyone:

“Because Moshet was a Security Bureau agent, it’s highly likely we have already been exposed.”

“Therefore, the plan for this operation is moved up!”

“Before the Security Bureau can react and before the Security Bureau’s powerful individuals can rush to Jadeite Main City, we act directly!”

“When the sunset falls tonight, we begin our operation!”

His finger also pointed to a red circle drawn with a pen on the map, and he said in a deep voice:

“This is the Old Nobility District. It is also our main target for tonight!”

“Seena, Tannas, and Hankley, you three will attack here tonight!”

“Remember, you only want valuable items and Spirit Stones!”

“Don’t worry about the escape route and the channel for fencing the stolen goods, I’ve already arranged them! You just need to act tonight!”

After saying this, Cook P. Jones took out a somewhat old, gray notebook from his chest pocket.

He opened this notebook and, comparing it with the intelligence recorded in the gray notebook, quickly drew several more red circles on the map.

Loren stared at the other’s old notebook, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He seemed to have one himself…

After finishing drawing the red circles on the map, Cook P. Jones, who noticed Loren’s strange gaze, said with a smile:

“Don’t doubt it. It’s that Chief Benjamin’s Enemy Notebook.”

“The not-so-rule-abiding Chief Benjamin loves to hand out his Enemy Notebook to those Interstellar Hunters with decent combat power.”

“I imagine you are not the only Interstellar Hunter who received it…”

Hearing this, Loren’s face darkened.

That troublesome old man, so he gives it to everyone he meets…

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