Chapter 39: Stefan's Probe

Irene, Joel, Owen, and Hausman walked with the crowd towards the exit. Joel asked curiously, "Who do you think did this? Who has such power!" Hausman sneaked a glance at Irene. Irene looked calm and indifferent. When she met Hausman's gaze, she adjusted her baseball cap and gave him a warm smile. Hausman shivered and turned his head away. "Who knows, it must be two big forces clashing. Let's hope we don't get caught in it," Owen shrugged. His family wasn't involved in such matters, so he didn't care much. "Right, Hausman?" Hausman nodded, "Yes, that's right." Irene chuckled softly, "Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's, and unto God the things that are God's." Joel agreed, "Yeah, I'm not worried. I don't harm anyone, and my family doesn't get involved in such things." Hausman and Owen nodded as well. Irene smiled, "My grandmother often spoke of Grandpa Baker, Grandpa Warren, and Grandpa Turner. Thank you all for helping her after the incident." Joel waved his hand, "It's nothing! I couldn't stand them for a long time! I always knew something was wrong with them!" Hausman cautiously watched Irene's expression and said, "Whoever took action this time must be a hero with a big heart. I admire them!" Irene's lips curled up, and she nodded, "Yes, I think so too." Hausman rubbed his ears. That voice... If his earlier guess was seventy percent certain, now he was ninety percent sure. Irene looked up, sharply glancing to the right. There stood a glass conservatory, offering the best view of the entire mansion. In the sunlight, the conservatory appeared particularly crystalline, and inside, a person in black seemed to be standing. Irene smiled faintly, blending into the crowd. At the entrance of the mansion outside the clubhouse, there was a building. It was specifically for hosting the families of the contestants. At this moment, Helen was still happily enjoying desserts. The building was a three-story villa, very private, with almost no external noise coming in. A lady complimented Helen: "You are so lucky! Heaven loves you so much, letting your daughter become Decker's student!" "Ah, my son can't do it, he doesn't have the talent," another lady sighed. Helen, holding a delicate dessert, smiled, "My little sweetheart is indeed very considerate. She got into the top police university in Country Q on her own, always making me proud." "What?" "Really!" The surrounding women exclaimed in envy. These wealthy ladies were usually very well-informed, but now, they seemed a bit behind. But it wasn't their fault. After all, the Mosinaghan family had temporarily placed them here, cutting off the building's internet access. Of course, the Mosinaghan family had known about the FBI's action plan from the start. Otherwise, the arrest wouldn't have gone so smoothly. Frank had specially thanked them before leaving. Stefan, dressed in a black suit, stood at the top of the mansion in the glass conservatory. The colorful flowers only accentuated his presence. The blond, blue-eyed man overlooked the entire mansion, then turned to the well-built, dark-haired agent: "No need to be polite. The Mosinaghan system was also hacked." Stefan glanced at Andrew, who was responsible for network security. Andrew kept his head down, not daring to look up. Frank nodded slightly, saying, "The force behind this exposure is not small. It couldn't be done by one person. They are very good at network intrusion. We contacted the top hackers nationwide, trying to trace their IPs." "And you couldn't find out who did it." Stefan's lips curved in what seemed like a mocking smile, making Frank frown and look sharply at him. The brief flash of disgust seemed not to be directed at him. Did I misread? The blond man smiled, and the previous disgust seemed like Frank's illusion. "This is getting interesting..." His deep blue eyes were as profound as the bottom of a dark ocean. "Their virtual IPs keep changing locations. Our technicians identified two hackers, one with a final IP address in the southern district, and the other couldn't be traced. Additionally, there might be a third person, but our technicians couldn't confirm." It's rare to find someone who can stump the FBI. The last time this happened, it involved foreign spies. Stefan blinked slowly: "Why not change your approach and start with Decker's enemies?" Frank: ... Stefan chuckled, "Sorry, Agent, you know I didn't mean you." But you did mean me. Frank thought for a moment. Many knew about his private feud with Decker. He had submitted evidence against Decker, and at the same time, another unknown force provided evidence. From this perspective, he seemed highly suspicious. Frank looked up and met Stefan's eyes. The other's gaze was calm but still carried a sense of probing. Frank said frankly, "Yes, my evidence came from informants. I don't know how the other side collected theirs. Mishandling this could have serious consequences." Stefan's lips curled slightly. It was unclear if he believed him or not. He changed the topic: "However, there's no need to rush this. It's not over yet. Given their style, they will act again." Frank narrowed his eyes. Yes, he thought so too. He always felt an unusual presence in the actions and data, like an iceberg showing only its tip, hiding greater dangers beneath the ocean. After Frank and his team left, the door to the glass conservatory opened. Gunter laughed heartily: "I knew you were involved in this operation!" Stefan chuckled softly, nodded to Felice, and helped Gunter: "You are still as sharp as ever." Gunter nodded, "That Decker, truly not a good person." "You helped the FBI with this operation, but don't help them catch those behind it." Stefan smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I have no such intention." Gunter glared at him. This sly boy, who knows what he's really thinking. Thinking about what shaped Stefan's character today, Gunter sighed and changed the topic. "It's good Decker was removed. The FBI isn't his money-making tool. You saw how those people didn't dare say a word in front of Decker." Stefan chuckled lightly. A tall, vibrant figure suddenly flashed in his mind. Not everyone was afraid. Stefan, in a good mood, picked a flower, holding it in his hand, watching the sunlight filter through the petals, casting a beautiful shadow in his clear blue eyes.