Johnson''s eyes widened as he copsed onto the ground.


    Wilbur scoffed, unsurprised by Johnson''s fate. After all, Wilbur had seen too many ruthless characters who still tried to get thestugh even after their defeat.


    The Department of Paranormal Research and Defense had ordered Johnson to be executed on the spot, and so Wilbur had never really nned on sparing his life. Having him die this way was honestly the best way things could go.


    Wilbur looked up at the Satan Robot before walking up to it to open its source plug on the left and taking out the other activation metal.


    These two activation metals contained special energy, and Wilbur put them into his demine. He called Dennis after that and arranged for the scene to be cleaned up.


    Dennis arrived at the rooftop balcony of the Harry Hotel with his men not long after. He stared at Johnson dead on the floor in disbelief, shaking his head. "I can''t believe a tiny guy standing at barely one hundred thirty centimeters was the one controlling such a deadly killing machine."


    Wilbur shrugged. "Well, that''s what happened. It''s never a good idea to judge a book by its cover, at least not with this guy."


    "Yeah, you''re right."


    Dennis nodded, before frowning and saying, "I am curious about this, though. You said Johnson shot himself, but if he had wanted to die he could have just fired the one shot into his head. Why did he shoot himself in the chest twice as well?"


    Wilbur said, "I''m not sure about that either, but I''m happy to be questioned."


    "No, Mister Penn. That won''t be necessary. Johnson has killed more than five hundred innocent civilians, he deserves death for sure. We''re grateful enough that you got rid of him."


    Dennis turned around and urged the others, "Thank Mister Penn, guys!"


    "Thank you, Mister Penn."


    "No worries. Can I leave now?"


    "I''ll have someone drive you back."


    "No, that''s alright. I still have other stuff to take care of right now, so I won''t be going back so soon. I''ll be on my way if that''s alright."


    "Oh, of course. Have a safe journey, sir."


    Wilbur came out of the Harry Hotel and was walking down the street when a call from the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense came in.


    "Hello, Deacon Penn."


    "Hi, Beverly. I''ve taken care of it."


    "Yep. We heard the news about it here too. By the way, the results from the data analytics came out. We''ve confirmed three people to be rted to this task: Huck, Professor Dickens, and Fawkes. Huck''s already dead, so now we need you to investigate Professor Dickens and Fawkes. Try to find out where the blueprint is through them and destroy it as soon as possible."


    "Got it."


    Wilbur followed the address Beverly gave him to Professor Dickens'' house but could not find the guy there. He then went to Professor Dickens'' workce and locations he frequented. However, there was still no sign of him.