Weakness

The next morning, Catherine tidied herself up and left the storage room on the basement floor once again. Catherine felt like she always had dust on her body because she was staying in the basement.

Although the magazine had given her a holiday, she still could not let go of the work of the cult.

Yesterday, she had a digital game with the enemy, which proved that this group was just ordinary people with no special talents – they were just a group of heretics who had been corrupted by a cult belief. Although they had no definite information about the other party, the sect had already launched their attack against them.

The other party's attack was obviously premeditated. If it were not for her forceful intervention, they would have gained momentum, then Times Square would have become a complete slaughterhouse – and the people who did not know the truth would blame the Coven and the incompetent police station for everything.

Although the resentment of the people would not cause direct harm to the organization, it would tarnish the reputation of the Coven.

After all, the organization still had a need to do business with the market leaders in various fields. If the reputation of the sect was tarnished, it would cause huge economic losses.

After coming out of the basement and into the world above ground, Catherine's mood gradually began to improve.

Perhaps she had stayed in the basement for too long. It was indeed easy for two people to get sick of each other if they were squeezed in a place that was less than 80 square meters.

The sun gently caressed Catherine's cheeks.

Catherine always fantasized about her life as an ordinary member of society.

"Now that I think about it, a simple life isn't so bad, is it?" Catherine turned her head and looked at a shadowy figure in the distance.

"Why are you looking for me so early, Zero?" Catherine asked.

"Please understand, Godmother. I had no intention of disturbing your vacation."

"So, do you have news for me?"

"Yes." Zero took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it over.

Catherine opened the envelope and saw only a few photos inside.

"What... What's going on?"

"The person in charge of the intranet asked me to bring this to you. He said it's useful to you," Zero explained.

"Maybe you should ask him what this is for and then bring it to me," Catherine sounded irritated. She didn't like subordinates who were sloppy.

"I asked, but he didn't want to tell me. He also said that you would understand what this information is after you get it."

"Okay, let me see."

Catherine held the photos in her hand and looked at them one by one.

There were four photos in the envelope, and they seemed to be passport photos. At first glance, there seemed to be nothing in common between these people.

There were men and women in the photos, old and young. Even the background they used when taking the photos was not the same. Some were red, some were white, some were blue, and the last one was gray.

The one with the red background in the photo was a little boy, and judging from the photo, the person who took the photo seemed to be a child under ten years old.

The one with the blue background was a girl. Judging from the way she braided her hair and the way she took the photo, she was most likely still be a student.

The person in front of the white background was a middle-aged man. There was neither the grace of a female student nor the childishness of a child in front of her. The unkempt appearance of his messy beard made Catherine feel disgusted.

Finally, there was a slightly bloated lady. She was dressed in jewelry and seemed to be showing off her expensive jewelry to others all the time.

"I really don't understand what the connection between the four of them is."

"Maybe you can come to a more favorable judgment after making contact with them," Zero suggested.

"Or maybe I should wait for someone to tell me what on earth this is," Catherine retorted playfully, "After all, this guy always calls at the right time."

"Godmother, you seem to be too dependent on him."

"Maybe. But this time, he's giving me a difficult question. I have to ask him what the purpose of the question is, right?"

"Well, actually, he doesn't have time to deal with other things right now."

"Zero, tell me honestly, what exactly is going on? Where did the guy who gave me the difficult questions go?"

"If you allow me, I can take you there." Zero finally relented.