Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 41
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 41
11. Medicine
Wee-oo wee-oo.
People stare blankly at the red and blue lights from the swarming police cars—no, SUVs marked with FBI—before turning their gaze to Johann.
“A spy! A spy!”
“Wh-what else did you find?”
“A pistol?”
“Eek!”
The children were in chaos, experiencing something they’d only see in movies in reality, becoming the main characters of it all.
‘What the hell is going on?’
They came to check out an office and ended up discovering what appeared to be a spy’s hideout.
Sandra Sherman and Mary Thompson couldn’t help but be dumbfounded.
Johann looked at them and picked up his mobile phone.
“Ada, I just found something that looks like spy stuff. Yeah.”
“Gasp!”
Sandra Sherman and Mary Thompson quickly grabbed their mobile phones too.
* * *
“Where is it?”
“This way.”
Traces of an agent who had died and become a star were discovered.
CIA (Central Intelligence Agency) agents who rushed over examine the items confiscated from the empty building.
“Is it a match?”
“…It appears to be.”
The passports and cash sealed in plastic wrap and stiff like new weren’t issued by the CIA, but the fingerprints found here and there match those of a deceased agent.
The CIA erases all records the moment an agent dies, but keeps fingerprint and DNA information on separate servers for unforeseen circumstances.
“This is maddening.”
The suddenly appeared inheritance of a dead agent.
The accounts written in the notebooks—Swiss and Bahamas accounts—contain over two million dollars in deposits.
What’s even more shocking is that another notebook contains personal information and physical characteristics of agents from various countries, agents they still haven’t identified.
All of it needs to be recovered.
But there’s a problem.
I leave this will in preparation for any unforeseen circumstances.
I transfer this building and everything within it to the lucky person who discovers this note.
P.S.- Langley should stay out of this.
The will found inside the backpack.
The will that brought them CIA here is the problem.
“The handwriting matches.”
A will that matches the handwriting in the notebooks.
The fingerprints don’t match, but the word Langley and the faded, dried coffee stains increase its credibility.
“We’ll need precise forensic analysis to be certain, but…”
“This was found separately?”
“It seems the original discoverer found it while searching through the bag.”
In other words, the non-matching fingerprints would belong to the original discoverer. There was a high probability they had photographed it.
“A young child…”
The agent closes his mouth.
Being from an agency that teaches to suspect everything, he couldn’t make definitive conclusions.
“Is what’s here everything that was found?”
The agent looks at the FBI observer.
“Yes. At least for now.”
“Understood. Phew. Let’s meet with the original discoverer first.”
They headed to the conference room where Johann and the fathers who had rushed over after receiving the call were waiting.
“Nice to meet you. CIA.”
“CIA!”
Among the shocked people, the agent’s eyes fall on a boy whose expression barely changed.
‘That child is the original discoverer…’
“Hello? This man’s name is Lynch.”
“Hello. I’m Johann Jefferson.”
“Yes. Nice to meet you.”
And thank you for finding the items the agent left behind.
“Don’t mention it.”
“Haha. But was that everything you found there?”
“No.”
“Huh?”
Johann grabs his shirt tucked into his pants and pulls it up. CDs spill onto the floor.
Silence falls over the conference room.
“They seemed important so I kept them separately. All of these are mine too, right?”
“…Oh! There they were. But those aren’t yours…”
“Wait. Johann, what do you mean? Yours?”
When Ada, who knows Johann is an incredible genius, steps forward, Johann shows photos he took with his mobile phone instead of answering.
“Oh?”
Ada’s eyes instantly change.
“Nice to meet you. As of this moment, I’m Ada Wong, senior attorney at Lewis & Boris, representing Mr. Johann Jefferson.”
“I’m Andy Lauren from Black Rock’s legal team.”
‘Damn it!’
They did photograph it after all.
The CIA agent inwardly grimaces.
“Attorney Wong, Attorney Lauren. We’re recovering American assets left by a CIA agent.”
“But he left this will.”
Even the CIA wouldn’t be able to sink their teeth into this.
Though not well known, it was a fact known to those in the know that the CIA also gets involved in lawsuits.
“Are you saying you’ll make the US government your enemy?”
“That America protects individual assets…”
“Shouldn’t we verify that first?”
“Huh?”
Everyone looks at Johann.
“We can just verify it. Whether these really belong to America, the country I love, or whether they’re stolen goods that should be returned to their owner.”
Right now, right here.
“All together.”
People’s eyes widened, and Ada twisted her lips.
“That’s what he says. My client is quite smart, isn’t he?”
‘Shit!’
* * *
“Tsk! No way.”
“Hmph.”
Flash, who got caught trying to peek through the gaps in the barrier the adults made and was scolded, pouts his lips and returns to his seat.
Then he looks at Johann with sparkling eyes.
“How did you think to hide that?”
“It’s a CD left by a spy. I thought it might contain something important, so I hid it.”
In movies, there’s always a character who stabs you in the back when you least expect it.
“Usually, that kind of traitor is the first person to arrive at the scene.”
“A-Amazing!”
Even Emily widens her eyes and blushes.
Just like Johann said, the current situation feels like being an agent in a movie uncovering the truth about someone’s death. She can’t contain her excitement.
The adults chuckle at the children’s words and look at the laptop.
At that moment, the first CD finishes loading.
When they click on the file…
Mossad’s secret contact location in Florence is…
Click!
The CIA Agent quickly closes the file.
“Let’s skip this one.”
Ada and the other adults, sensing this is information they shouldn’t know, agree.
‘Damn.’
If it weren’t for Ada and Edward Sherman, this situation would have been over already, everything would have ended with recovery.
He soon inserts the second CD into the laptop.
A chave para aliviar o diabetes…
Unexpected Portuguese.
“This one too…”
The more foreign the language, the higher the probability of important information.
Just as the CIA Agent was about to close the file.
“The key to alleviating diabetes is…”
Gasp!
People look at Johann, who has somehow stuck his head forward.
“Haha. Kid, you can’t just say anything…”
“Right. Johann, you could speak Portuguese too, couldn’t you?”
“Yeah. I can speak 8 Languages including English, Ada.”
Edward Sherman, Michael Thompson, and other adults who didn’t know this information look on in shock, and Ada looks at the CIA Agent.
“This seems like a CD we should take.”
“Let me check first, just in case.”
“Please make copies too, and have them sign non-disclosure agreements.”
And the verification must be done in their presence.
“…Understood.”
The CIA Agent eventually grimaces, and Johann quietly pulls his head back.
“Call me if you need me.”
“Got it.”
Leaving room for intervention at any time.
* * *
“…”
The agent and adults who have reviewed all the CD contents fall silent.
All of them contain tremendous information.
They look at Johann, who sits between the sleeping Emily and Flash, his eyes closed while lending his knees to both of them.
“We’ll need to review it thoroughly first, but…”
The remaining CDs, except for those containing important information, will be handed over.
“And although the deceased was our agent, we’ll work to ensure the Buildings, accounts, and cash are transferred according to the deceased’s will.”
“You’ll pay the taxes too, right?”
“…We’ll do that.”
Taxes and Buildings are trivial compared to this information. There’s no need to make enemies of Louis & Boris and BlackRock over such things.
Johann smiles inwardly at their conversation.
‘I knew this would happen.’
The CIA, already hungry for information about intelligence agencies from various countries and companies that are in the back pockets of power holders from various nations. He knew they wouldn’t examine the will carefully if he just handed over appetizing prey.
‘Compared to that information, the mansion in Manhattan Beach or the money in the accounts would be considered trivial.’
Still…
“Excluding the Buildings, I’ll donate 30 percent of liquid assets like accounts, cash, and Bearer Bonds to a welfare organization designated by the CIA.”
“Johann?”
“Weren’t you sleeping?”
“I wasn’t sleeping.”
Johann opens his eyes and looks at the CIA Agent.
“And please transfer another 40 percent to the bereaved family, and give me only 30 percent.”
This 30 percent will be divided equally among Emily, Flash, and himself.
“That’s okay, right, Larry?”
“…Of course. Naturally.”
It’s money Johann earned. There’s no reason to be greedy.
“Thanks. And like that diabetes alleviation thing from earlier, could you find the owners of things that seem to have owners?”
“…Why do you think that, kid?”
Why do you think there are separate owners?
“The writing style was different from what was in the Notebooks, wasn’t it?”
‘Oh?’
That’s a surprising observation.
“If you find them?”
“I’d like America to purchase what it can at fair prices and deliver them to the owners or their bereaved families.”
An even more surprising statement.
As everyone’s eyes widen, the CIA Agent kneels on one knee.
“May I ask why you made that decision?”
“The deceased agent probably acquired that information through illegitimate means, right?”
Even if it was legitimately obtained, they have no way of knowing, and Johann has no grounds to claim ownership by saying these things have no owner.
In other words, those are all stolen goods.
“Right?”
So it’s right for them to return to their original owners.
“However, since it was probably done for America, which I love, I want to give my country America the first right of negotiation.”
‘This is right.’
And while what he’s taking is practically nothing, this way there won’t be any trouble.
‘Same with donating to the welfare organization designated by the CIA.’
It’s called support, but that place is the CIA’s secret wallet. It could be called a kind of greasing the wheels.
‘This is maddening.’
He feels greedy.
Not only taking photos but also the wit and initiative to steal CDs, the keen eye to notice differences in writing style, the genius ability to speak 8 languages, and even this kind of mindset.
He really wanted him desperately.
“Kid. No, Mr. Johann Jefferson.”
The CIA agent holds out a business card.
“If you want to serve this country you love after graduating high school, please contact this number anytime.”
The CIA, at least he himself, would wait for this young genius to call.
“And thank you for loving this country, America.”
“…Thank you for serving America and its citizens today as well.”
“Not at all… You should keep this.”
The agent hands over the will.
‘Oh?’
The only evidence that this discovery wasn’t accidental had been retrieved.
A will aged slightly using the ‘Forgery Expert’ he had absorbed, which he had used effectively when bringing down Star Model Agency’s CEO Beck Kurtz.
“You have a wonderful son. Well then, see you tomorrow.”
As the CIA agent who bowed his head respectfully left, the adults looked at Johann.
“Hmm. Suddenly we have an office. Since I’ll rent this out for free, could you give Ada the same shares as Larry?”
The items that might have been taken away if not for Ada.
She had performed as well as expected.
“…Puhahahaha!”
“Hahahaha!”
Johann furrowed his brow watching the adults burst into laughter.
* * *
“…Ha!”
“Huh?”
On the way home, Larry and Ada, who had suddenly burst into laughter, quietly looked at Johann.
‘How many times is this now?’
A happening he couldn’t even count how many times it had been.
Every single day, thanks to Johann, there was never a dull moment.
“…You did well today.”
“Really?”
“You were the second coolest Johann I’ve ever seen.”
The first was Johann who had saved her in the Rocky Mountains forest.
“Ah…”
Cool.
Those words stirred his heart.
‘I was just trying to make some easy money…’
While feeling sorry for getting them involved, he couldn’t control his lips.
“Good! Let’s do this! I’ll work hard so Johann can receive part of the sales proceeds or royalty!”
“Huh? Ada?”
“If it weren’t for you Johann, these would have been discovered in 10 years, or maybe even decades later.”
Things that would have lost their value if that much time had passed. It was justification to demand shares.
‘Oho.’
“Hmm. Then I won’t decline. Thanks in advance, Ada.”
“I’ll collect my payment properly.”
“Of course. Then… Larry, can you accept my investment?”
“You want to become a shareholder of the growing Rocky?”
“Someone told me that whether it’s undervalued stocks, buildings, or companies, you should pick them up first.”
It was the motto of ‘Investor Leicester Barber’.
“I’ll invest 50 percent of the money I receive in Rocky, and entrust 30 percent to BlackRock.”
With the remaining 20 percent, he wanted to buy real estate.
The real estate that banks had seized instead of unpaid loans that Shandra Sherman mentioned, and the real estate that banks disposed of cheaply even after such seizures led to bankruptcy. Since they were practically free items, he had to pick them up first.
“Is that okay?”
“…Ada! Turn the car to the mart!”
It seemed like they needed to get drunk and eat today.
“Mr. Johann Jefferson! Are you well prepared for tomorrow morning?!”
“No.”
“…Huh?”
“Tomorrow is my examination.”
The appointment with Giselle Buncheon made last week. Tomorrow, after examining his growth plates and such, they needed to discuss methods to increase his height.
“Ah.”
His boiling blood cooled down instantly.
Still, they stopped by the mart and bought food for a modest party.
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