I Was Mistaken as a Great War Commander

Receiving Gratitude for Something He Hadn’t Done Was Hardly Pleasant

Daniel had no idea what Otto was talking about when the Security Bureau Director suddenly reached into his inner pocket.

He pulled out a few photographs and laid them on the table.

"Despite dealing with enemy intelligence agents, I must say… you employed quite a humane method."

The photos showed numerous people lying unconscious, as if in a deep sleep.

Scattered around them were electronic devices and documents, their presence captured in the frame.

Just as Daniel was about to question what exactly he was looking at, Otto continued.

"From my analysis, it appears chloroform gas was dispersed throughout the area, and the entrance was sealed until they all lost consciousness. Would you say my assumption is correct?"

Daniel lifted his gaze and studied Otto’s face.

Was he joking?

But the look in Otto’s eyes was dead serious.

Realizing he needed to clear up this misunderstanding, Daniel let out a low chuckle and shook his head.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about. I had nothing to do with that incident."

"Is that so? Hm."

Otto clicked his tongue as if unconvinced. He set the photos down on the table before reaching for his briefcase.

Rummaging through it, he eventually pulled out another photograph.

"Then, do you at least recognize this man? You should, considering this is him before he removed his disguise."

Daniel took a look at the image.

It depicted an elderly man, lying still with a bullet lodged in his forehead.

His eyes were closed.

A flicker of recognition crossed Daniel’s face as he nodded.