Then, he leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, and his hands were placed together, and the knife was gone.
"No, you said it wrong."
Edson felt his heart slamming into his chest. He wanted to rush out the door and screamed and shouted that there was an enemy infiltrator here.
But then he thought of the man in a red uniform, the man who could easily change his voice.
So he looked up at the guy of unknown origin, and Zorg also looked at him - calm, expressionless, and silently waiting.
With a low groan, Edsson turned his head to the side, remembering the fear he slowly formed in his heart when he first provided data to the other party.
Although Edson's position was low, it was not simple, because he was the person responsible for recording the navigation data and route dispatch of the Astart Warriors.
Then, his daughter suffered from a serious disease and her lifeline was bleak.
At that time, Edsson looked around, and there was cold and darkness around him. His not-so-high salary could not support expensive treatments.
Until this mysterious man found him and gave him a glimmer of hope.
Edson turned his head, looked up at the eyes that could never be seen through, took a deep breath, and spat.
Zorg shook his head slowly.
"I have never deceived you, what we talk about, the plans we have made - and the promise I have made that not only will your daughter be completely treated, but the genetic diseases that your family inherits will be removed."
Edson lowered his hands and tried to inhale more air, he was about to stand up and grab Zorge's neck.
He is going to kill him, right now and now.
So he began to get up, his limbs trembled.
"Listen to me, Edson."
Zorg said, raising his hands and spreading them to both sides.
"Don't be so impulsive."
As Edson tried to stand up straight, a cramped pain flashed through his body.
He couldn't stand up and knelt on one knee again.
The air went in and out of his mouth, Edson closed his eyes tightly, and there was sweat on his forehead.
Slowly, he felt the pain in his chest healed a little, but he still didn't move.
"Who are you?"
The question was already out before he wanted to take it back, although he had no hope of getting an answer.
"I believe your words, and I give you all the data that I can get from my duties, all because I believe your words, and I believe you are just an intelligence dealer."
Zorge shook his head, and a look of regret appeared on his face.
"Edsson—"
"But you deceived me! You are definitely not an intelligence dealer!"
Edson growled, and he gasped, feeling tears flowing down his face.
"You are a cult! a Chaos believer!"
"I don't know where you can see that I am like a Chaos believer, but I promise you that we are not so depraved. Maybe you can't understand my work at the moment, but in the future--"
He paused, Edsson raised his head and saw the regret in Zorge's eyes disappear,
"You can't deceive me. I remember it very clearly that time. You directly became my boss and entered his office with a swagger."
Edson shook his head, but a chill spread throughout his body with Zorge's words.
"Think of your daughter, she is still alive, and she hopes you are alive, too."
Edson said nothing, he could not say anything, only the voice circled in his mind.
Zorg tilted his head, as if he was listening.
Then he reached out and took out a worn data board from a pocket on his thigh and opened it.
The screen was broken and fingerprints were stained, but the image displayed on it still stunned Edson: a small face with black curly hair and black eyes widened nervously.
When Edson looked at it, the girl glanced at her side, as if she was confirming something.
He felt his eyes sting and his throat was choked.
"Look."
Zorg said softly, while on the screen, one hand reached into the image, his palm facing up, as if he was asking for something.
Edson watched his daughter put a small piece of fabric into the palm of her hand.
The next second, the hand pulled back and the image was cut off.
Edson looked up at Zorg, and the other party stretched out a hand, and a piece of fabric lay on it.
He reached out to grab the small piece of fabric and stared at it for a while.
When he raised his head, he could feel the coldness expanding under his skin again, and he was stunned for a second before speaking.
"What do you want from me again this time?"
Zorge nodded, he did not smile, and had no expression on his face.
"In two days, a cargo ship called Croissant will arrive in the planetary orbit, and then a batch of cargo will arrive in the nest."
“What’s there?”
"It's not good for you to know that so much."
Edson snorted:
"Is this what you want, or what you fear?"
“Very good, very good.”
Zorg said, and suddenly laughed.
"I remember why you came to you. You are always so smart, but now you have to listen to me."
The mysterious man's face no longer smiles - his expression is very heavy, his eyes never blink.
Edson felt that he could not look away, and his face was a very far from being friendly.
"Then you'll get a signal made up of a single keyword, and when you hear that word, you have to make sure that those goods aren't checked anymore, I know you can modify the security data, right?"
"that's all?"
Edsson paused.
"Then what?"
"Then there is nothing. We won't look for you again. You will reunite with your daughter. Everyone thinks nothing happened."
After a moment of silence, Edsson took a deep breath.
"I still want to know what exactly is there?"
Gazorg's eyes seemed to be glowing.
"If you know, then you will never have peace in the future. Are you sure you want to know."
Edson breathed a sigh of relief, although this did not mean ease.
He wanted to close his eyes and fall into the world of sleep and dreams, where the road before him did not exist-in that world he did not need to make this choice.
A choice, a voice said in the cold core of his mind.
Never had a choice.
“When is it exactly?”
"I'll send it to you later."
Zorg stood up, handed a small signal receiver to the other party, and walked towards the open door.
"Don't worry, don't worry, my friend--"
The mysterious man said, his hand on the door bolt.