But there was still one final problem. If it wasn't resolved, everything else they did would be in vain:
"Crimson Soul should know that Feting injected us with a chronic neural potion refined through witchcraft. If we don't inject suppressants regularly, we will quickly mutate into mindless monsters."
Rice rolled up his sleeves; the injection marks on his wrists hadn't fully faded yet.
Sven calmly replied with a solution, pulling a witchcraft crystal vial filled with blue liquid from his pocket and shaking it, which finally made Rice think seriously:
"We actually already have the matching antidote for this neural potion; we just lacked the opportunity to use it."
"Oh? Could it be that you've already planted a mole inside Feting who can pass on intelligence?" Hearing this, Rice's eyes widened, and he leaned forward in surprise.
He hadn't expected Crimson Soul to go this far. With such an antidote, it should be very easy to plant Crimson Soul's people in Feting's espionage system.
Sven shook his head, returned the witchcraft crystal vial to his pocket, and patted it:
"Good steel must be used on the blade's edge, of course. This antidote cannot be used lightly."
Sven didn't say much more. He spread his hands with a tone of helplessness; in reality, the level of the Lurkers was quite high.
Although their insiders had obtained a lot of the enemy's intelligence, it was basically all after-the-fact information transmitted via witchcraft.
There was simply no opportunity to catch the core members of the Lurkers face-to-face. Being able to arrest Rice this time was purely an accident.
After just a few words, the two sides had basically communicated enough, and Rice confirmed that his life was not in danger.
If the Crimson Soul Principality could resolve some of his concerns regarding his family, he might not be opposed to joining them, or even playing both sides as a double agent.
Historically, there were one or two predecessors who thrived on both sides, and until the very end, no one could use witchcraft to figure out which country they truly belonged to.
Most importantly, this was the world of wizards. If he could smoothly advance to become an official wizard, none of this would be a problem!
Rice stroked his chin, his eyes flickering.
He still had a certain level of confidence in this. Didn't he accept the dangerous mission of infiltrating the Crimson Soul Principality precisely because it was easier to earn more merits to exchange for the organization's witchcraft resources?
Rice clenched his fists, his gaze firm.
Through this conversation, Sven also basically confirmed that controlling Elena could influence Rice.
Coupled with the fact that the organization had already made ample preparations, he nodded, the corners of his mouth turning up, confident that he could eventually persuade Rice to join the Internal Affairs Bureau.
After obtaining Rice's consent, Sven temporarily confiscated his walking stick and locked his hands with special witchcraft shackles engraved with runes that suppressed magical energy.
He had Gloria use a witchcraft flying message to notify the police to retreat first; it was inappropriate for them to see Rice.
With only five people and one corpse left in the room, and no one else to disturb them, Sven clapped his hands to signal for quiet and said with a smile:
"Ahem, next is the time to divide the spoils. I'll explain the organization's rules to you."
According to the regulations of the Internal Affairs Bureau, members only need to hand over 20 percent of the assessed value of the spoils reasonably obtained upon completing a mission.
Don't underestimate this 20 percent. On one hand, if they had to hand over too much, it would dampen the team members' enthusiasm, as the organization's primary goal was, after all, to complete missions.
But they couldn't just not collect anything. Collecting a portion was for the sake of supervision, allowing them to regulate to a certain extent whether the spoils reported by the members complied with the rules.
The phrase reasonably obtained inherently had a lot of flexibility.
For example, the armed police officer Wilson, who unexpectedly appeared during this mission. After he was killed, a portion of his property became reasonable spoils.
But without this kind of supervision, even if there was no corrupt cop, one could artificially be manufactured.
Secondly, in the past, members had used witchcraft to forge loot records to plunder extensively, so supervision was mandatory.
In the history of the principality, when the Internal Affairs Bureau was first established and didn't have this rule, many scumbags within the organization used the excuse of missions to murder and plunder wealth using witchcraft.
Furthermore, what could be classified as reasonable spoils? Was it all of Wilson's belongings?
Of course not. Sven shook his head and tapped his fingers on the table.
Taking Wilson as an example, large real estate such as houses would be confiscated and handled by the local government; if Wilson's items involved the property rights or ownership of others, they could not be seized.
Contraband involving witchcraft weapons, magical energy crystals, items with significant risks, or things requiring authorization and permission could not be kept either; they would be handled uniformly by the Internal Affairs Bureau.
A reasonable distribution system was a necessary prerequisite for the organization's vigorous development.
After handing over 20 percent, the remaining 80 percent would be divided among the captain, vice-captain, team members, and registered external aides according to a 3 to 2 to 1 to 1 ratio, using a witchcraft calculator for a weighted average distribution.
As Sven explained the organization's mature distribution system, he observed everyone's reactions. Noticing Lizer's hesitant expression, he understood what was going on.
He paused, patted Lizer on the shoulder, and smiled at him:
"According to the rules, unofficial members are counted as regular members."
Lizer secretly clenched his fists, a smile appearing on his face, secretly rejoicing:
The organization hasn't abandoned me after all. Risking my life for this mission wasn't in vain.
Seeing that Lizer had no issues, he turned back to Rice:
"According to the superiors' instructions, after Rice joins, he will be the vice-captain assigned to my team. Your share of the spoils from this time will be distributed after you officially join."
Rice raised an eyebrow and nodded.
Lizer rubbed the back of his head and smiled. Hearing this, he raised an eyebrow:
This organization seems pretty good.
With this, the life-and-death crisis Lizer had faced since his transmigration was finally and completely resolved after these bizarre twists and turns.
He leaned against the wall and let out a long breath. He could finally relax. Next, he planned to make good use of his Pay-to-Win system to steadily improve himself.
This experience made him realize that even under the order built by witchcraft civilization, the other world was still filled with danger at every step. He absolutely had to play it safe and not be reckless.
Of the 40 gold coins Rice had brought, 35 were in a cloth bag. Sven had already communicated with his superiors to allocate them as mission funds for Felina and Lizer.
This could also be considered Sven's way of helping Felina, which showed that Sven treated his team members quite well.
As for the remaining 5 gold coins that belonged to Wilson, they were the team's spoils.
Felina took out 23 gold coins from a witchcraft box engraved with spatial runes and kept them, pushing the remaining 12 gold coins in front of Lizer.
In her words, as partners, it was only right for her to give 2 of those 5 gold coins to Lizer, and the remaining 10 gold coins were Lizer's mission funds.
According to the arrangement of Flaming Fox Sven, Rice, as a vice-captain with a special status, would normally enjoy autonomy and only needed to comply with the organization's overall mission arrangements.
In case of an emergency, he could contact Sven directly through a one-time witchcraft encrypted communication node.
As for what this special channel was, Sven didn't show it to the group; this fell under captain-level confidentiality rules.
Meanwhile, Felina, who had already been reported by Rice within Feting's Lurkers organization, would act as Rice's daily contact person, assisting him in completing his missions.
To reduce the risk of information leaks, Felina would not contact Sven directly. Instead, Lizer acted as Felina's daily liaison to relay the relevant information.
Regarding the expansion of the weapon factory and the secret forging and storing of weapons previously ordered by Rice, both Sven and Lizer analyzed the situation and deduced that Feiting was building strategic reserves for an escalation of the war.
This batch of weapons, secretly stored on the border of the Crimson Soul Principality and controlled by Feiting, could play a massive role during wartime.
For instance, in the early stages of the war, they could be used to arm and support rebel forces within the principality, plunging the nation into chaos.
Evidently, both sides were highly rational. As the shadow of war loomed ever closer, both factions were predicting the trajectory of the conflict and doing their utmost to make all sorts of preparations.
Although this was Feiting's mission, Lizer's eyes flickered with calculation as he volunteered for the task, believing they could completely turn the tables and use the enemy's resources to their own advantage.
These weapons were located within the borders of Crimson Soul, and their organization had total control over them.
They would merely let Feiting believe that they were the ones funding the operation and that the goods belonged to them. But when the time actually came to use the weapons, would Feiting really have the final say?
Most importantly, since they already had this plan, even if Rice failed to complete it on his end, Feiting might still resort to other measures to carry out the mission.
Without the surveillance of witchcraft, the situation would become even more uncontrollable for the Internal Intelligence Bureau.
Lizer patted the tabletop, which was engraved with reinforcement runes, and spoke with a firm gaze.
So let us just borrow Feiting's hen to lay Crimson Soul's eggs!
Using the resources they provide to forge witchcraft weapons that remain under our surveillance is a guaranteed profitable deal!
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