I Get A Random New Occupation Every Week - Chapter 2095

Chapter 2095: Strike While the Iron Is Hot
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“Boss, are you sure you’re not joking?”

“Do you think I’d joke about something like this?” Liu Hong replied.

“I’ve given you a clear target. The rest is up to you three to figure out. Just keep the group small—no more than ten people. We don’t want too much attention.”

“Good to know. Now I feel better about it,” Lin Yi said, stretching. “Anything else we should know? If not, we’ll get started on preparations.”

“Go ahead.”

Liu Hong waved them off. “Sort it out yourselves.”

The three of them left and headed back to Qiu Yuluo’s office.

As soon as they got back, Qiu Yuluo immediately opened her computer and started looking up information on the Freemasons.

“This so-called Freemason headquarters seems to be nothing more than a cathedral.”

Lin Yi had only heard rumors about the Freemasons online before and knew it was a mysterious organization.

However, most people dismissed it as a harmless group whose members just happened to be influential.

They ranged from presidents to celebrities.

Beyond that, there wasn’t much information about that.

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Without this current incident, Lin Yi wouldn’t have thought to link them to the Freemasons.

“Actually, there are several old Freemason sites worldwide, including in our country. If I remember correctly, there are about twelve locations. But the one in Lundun is the oldest, founded in 1717.”

“But hasn’t that place turned into a church? Doesn’t seem like it would hold much significance for the Freemasons anymore, right?” Lin Yi asked.

“It’s symbolic. For many Freemason members, it’s still a place of significance,” Qiu Yuluo replied.

“Many current members blend in with regular society. They often attend services there, and anyone, even ordinary people, can go. There’s no distinction—members and non-members receive the same treatment.”

“So, basically, Old Liu just wants to slap them in the face, huh?” Lin Yi said.

“Exactly,” Qiu Yuluo nodded.

“While core Freemason members don’t meet there, it’s the birthplace of the organization, their symbolic stronghold. It’s like how Jeraldsum holds meaning for the West.”

“That clears things up,” Ning Che said.

“Now the only question is how to pull this off.”

Both of them turned to Lin Yi. He was the one full of crazy ideas, and when it came to pulling off a bold stunt like this, he was the perfect person for the job.

Lin Yi smacked his lips. “For such an important day, we should give them a little fireworks show.”

“Fireworks?”

Over the next ten minutes, Lin Yi outlined his plan to the two of them.

After hearing it, both Qiu Yuluo and Ning Che had the same reaction—twitching at the corners of their mouths.

But neither of them objected. Liu Hong had put Lin Yi in charge of this mission without any restrictions, so it was expected that Lin Yi’s approach would be extreme.

But even so, they still decided on this.

That meant one thing: Liu Hong, and likely the entire Central Guards Brigade, wasn’t afraid to stir up a bit of trouble.

“The plan’s settled. Now we just need to pick the team.”

“You two, each bring three people. I’ll bring Luo Qi from my team. That makes ten of us. Let’s give Lundun a proper show.”

“I’m in,” Ning Che agreed.

“Give me one more day to dig up more information on the Freemasons,” Qiu Yuluo said.

“We’ll leave tomorrow at noon. The flight will take about 12 hours, so we should arrive in Lundun around 4 PM local time. Is that okay?”

“Alright, we’ll go with your plan. We need some time to contact our people anyway,” Ning Che said.

“Let’s settle it, then. Start contacting people,” Lin Yi replied. “We don’t want this to drag on. The sooner we act, the better.”

The three of them split up to reach out to their respective team members. Qiu Yuluo focused on gathering the necessary information, while Lin Yi and Ning Che found themselves with little to do for the moment.

—

Lundun, Freemason Headquarters.

It was a bright, sunny morning in Lundun. From within the Freemason building, the harmonious sound of a choir echoed, blending perfectly with the pleasant weather outside.

Inside, there were fourteen rows of long benches on either side, painted red and exuding a hint of vintage charm.

In the second-to-last row, Evans sat near the wall, holding his phone, his eyes focused on the children singing in the choir.

It was a scene that could have been peaceful and heartwarming, but Evans’ stern expression made the atmosphere feel heavy and oppressive.

“Supervisor, Walker has been missing for 12 hours. I fear something has happened to him.”

On the other end of the phone, there was a long silence before a slow response came.

“Weren’t you together at the time?”

“He thought he could handle it on his own and didn’t let me go with him.”

“The target this time was the Central Guards Brigade. If something happened to him, it’s understandable. Even if he’s not dead, being missing for this long means he can’t be trusted anymore.”

“I understand, but I’m leaning toward the assumption that he’s already dead, and that our operation has been exposed.”

“I’ve dealt with Lu Beichen from the Central Guards Brigade before. He’s a ruthless man. We should keep an eye on their movements.”

“What do we do now? The Central Guards Brigade knows about the C-class serum. Although they haven’t fully developed it yet, if they expose the flaws, it could be devastating to our future plans.”

“Not yet. Lu Beichen is a very smart man. He knows better than anyone how crucial that data is. Unless absolutely necessary, I doubt he’ll make it public.”

“Understood. I’ve already sent someone to monitor the situation there,” Evans replied.

“Do you want me to send more people to retrieve the data?”

“Not for now. After what happened, the Central Guards Brigade won’t give us another chance.”

“Got it.”

“Take care of the remaining matters. The international situation is very tense right now. Unless we’re absolutely certain, there’s no need to focus on the data for the time being.”

“Understood.”

After the matter was discussed, Evans hung up the phone, adjusted his clothes, and exited the chapel. He headed to a nearby Ford parked outside.

The driver, a woman, was his assistant.

“Do we need to go to Huaxia?” she asked.

“Not for now.”

“Walker is likely dead. Do you think the Central Guards Brigade will retaliate?”

“I doubt it. I know Walker—he would’ve set off the explosives on him before dying, leaving no evidence behind. My guess is that the Central Guards Brigade has no idea we were behind this.”