The Incubus System

The Incubus System Chapter 490. Last Mission II

Other Demons' PoV

They started the engines. The truck, cars and motorbikes moved swiftly out of the basement onto the empty streets. Their eyes kept glancing at the rearview mirror restlessly, making sure no other cars or motorbikes were following them. But there was no one on the streets except them.

Even though there was no other significant incident besides the loud clacking sound in the basement, it didn't mean they would lower their guard. All of them kept an eye on their surroundings. But strangely there was nothing else. There were no strange noises, attacks, suspicious people, or vehicles chasing them.

The truck stopped in front of the Glob King's mansion. Once the elite guards confirmed that they were not intruders, they opened the gate. The car entered and drove through the mansion's yard.

Arriving at their destination, the team leader and his members felt much calmer. Even they felt so stupid with their excessive fear. In front of the mansion, several cars were already queuing up. One by one what the Glob King wanted came out of there, the chefs who looked sleepy, boxes of food and drinks, even hundreds of boxes of snacks.

The document truck arrived in front of the mansion's entrance. Like the others, the guards opened the door to unload the boxes but they found nothing there. It was empty!

"Where did you hide the documents?" the guard asked the team leader in panic.

"It's right there," replied the team leader, who was sitting next to the driver.

"What do you mean? There's nothing there!" replied the guard.

The team leader let out a nervous laugh. It was impossible.

"Nice try. Stop joking around and unload the boxes," he said. The guard was his colleague and he knew him well. He liked joking around but the team leader didn't expect him to do it at a time like this.

"I'm not kidding! There's nothing there!" the guard insisted.

"Tch!" The team leader clicked his tongue and unfasted his seat belt. "If this is only your joke, I'll make you take my three direct hits," he said in annoyance as he got out of the truck. Nothing happened during their journey. He and the driver didn't even feel any movement or hear any strange noises from inside the cargo. So it was impossible if the documents disappeared without a trace all of a sudden. After all, during the journey, the truck was surrounded by other cars.

He jogged to the back of the truck, joining the others who stared into the cargo in shock.

"It's over there!" said the team leader once in front of the open doors.

But what he saw was empty cargo. His jaw dropped. His shock was evident on his face.

"This can't be..." he muttered. Without another word, he got into the cargo and examined it in detail. He stomped the floor, and banged the cargo wall and the ceiling, making sure this wasn't an illusion or anything. But he found nothing.

The cargo was empty! There was nothing left there, not even a single sheet of documents. There were dozens of boxes there before and all of them disappeared without a trace like smoke.

"This can't be," he muttered once more. He turned to the guards and his team who were standing in front of the cargo.

"The documents disappeared without a trace..." he said in disbelief.

"Are you sure no one attacked or hypnotized you?" the guards made sure.

The team leader and his team members were deep in thought, trying to remember what had happened, but nothing. There was nothing but that clacking sound.

One by one they shook their heads.

"No, nothing," they answered.

"Let's check the truck's CCTVs," said the team leader, hoping he would get some clues from there.

Unfortunately, it was nil. As the team leader and his team said, no one attacked them. The streets were empty and they didn't make any stops.

"This is impossible," they muttered in disbelief. Apart from that, the door had no signs of ever being opened before. They also found no damage to the rooftop and the floor. So as the team leader said, the documents disappeared like smoke.

Clueless, they had no other choice but to report to the Glob king and that angered him.

Once more, the king checked the truck's CCTVs and made sure there were no intruders among his soldiers, but no clues. He even ordered his assistant to check the street CCTVs, also he didn't find any oddity.

-Bang!

Beel hit the dining table with his small hand and gritted his teeth.

"This is ridiculous!" shouted Beel angrily. His other hand clenched into a fist, crushing the ice cream cone in it.

His shout was enough to make his gallant soldiers bend their knees in fear, asking for his forgiveness. It was an odd sight since the Glob king's humanoid form was the same as a 5-year-old chubby boy. What distinguished them was a red gem on his chest. He had short messy blonde hair, light skin, and an innocent look.

"There's no way the document disappeared by itself. There must be an intruder among you!" yelled Beel. He threw the melted ice cream at his subordinates angrily.

"We apologize, My Lord. But we've checked everything and didn't find anything suspicious," said the team leader in sorry. But he was sure that wasn't enough to calm Beel's anger.

"Do you think I care?! Now find my documents!" he yelled again. That made him no different from a tantrum kid.

"We understand, My Lord." They immediately stood up and carried out his orders even though they didn't know where to begin.

Trying to relieve his anger, Beel decided to eat more. He turned to the chefs who had just arrived and pointed at them.

"All of you! Make me a full course set! Now! I am hungry!" he ordered.

"Y-Yes, My Lord," replied the chefs in fear.

They were just about to move, but Beel snapped at them.

"Faster!"

The chefs jogged quickly into the kitchen.

Then Beel turned to his servant.

"You bring me the ice cream! All of it!" he ordered.

"Yes, My Lord," replied the servant in fear. He immediately carried out his order.