As Sorge thought, the boy looked at him curiously.
"Is there any trouble?"
The boy asked with excitement on his face.
"Not yet..."
Sorge murmured, opening the data pad again and pressing the delete button.
"Can you drive?"
He looked at the boy.
"Can I?"
Ike jumped up excitedly, and Sorge gently waved his hand to dissuade the other party's excitement.
"Go to the parking lot and find me a car, a black limousine. Tell them I asked you to pick up the car. Take this and drive to the back."
Sorge handed the other party a card, and the boy ran away.
He stood there silently for a while and took two deep breaths.
The reason why Ike was asked to pick up the car was because he knew that bastard Diongo must have sent people to keep an eye on the car he came from, but they didn't know that he had a second car.
Ike won't attract their attention.
Two minutes later, the brakes sounded, and Sorge turned around and ran towards the back of the alley.
A black limousine had parked and the rear door was open. Sitting inside was one of Sorge's bodyguards, Dag "Iron Bear" Moody, a former Catachan non-commissioned officer whose troops had all fought in the Great War.
The army was wiped out, and he was the only one who survived. However, he stayed in the planet's refugee camp for a long time because of his injuries, and finally ended up living here as a mercenary.
As for how he became Sorge's bodyguard, that's another story.
"Walk."
After getting into the car, Sorge immediately ordered to leave.
The black car immediately began to drive along the avenue under the street lights, moving smoothly through the sparse traffic and changing lanes from time to time.
Drivers of other cars seemed more willing to give way to this unkind car.
In the passenger area protected by bulletproof glass, Sorge, who was sitting on the leather seat, leaned forward and said to the boy:
"Don't drive too fast. I don't want to attract attention. Try to be as low-key as possible. And no matter how fast you drive this car, it won't help you break any speed records."
"Understood, boss."
Dag beside him poured two glasses of wine and drank his own.
The boy in the driver's seat smiled and released the gear, letting the speed drop a little, just a little.
Sorge ignored the wine the bodyguard poured him, opened the data pad, and looked at the city map.
"Turn left at the next intersection and follow the tunnel to Brass Square."
"But in this case...then we have to drive to Lenggang District."
"Just follow the orders."
Then Sorge leaned back in his chair and began to think about the next action. He still clearly remembered the conversation Soshyan had with him before leaving Naisen No. 4.
"You just need to collect as much intelligence as possible about the movements of the Red Pirates. It is up to you to decide whether it is important or not. I know this is a very dangerous job, so I will not force you to send the intelligence when, but I hope
You can understand that your work is of great significance to us and the Empire."
In the bright hall, Soshyan, wearing a robe, handed a runestone to himself.
"This is prepared for you by your master. Once there is a major danger, it can save your life, but it can only be used once. You must think about it."
Taking the rune stone, Sorge was convinced that it was the work of his master.
This means that Iskander Kayan, the former traitor to the empire and the main figure of the Black Legion, has once again betrayed the force to which he belongs.
Thinking of this, Sorge not only smiled bitterly, he didn't know whether his master was really unlucky or just rebellious by nature.
"Also, when establishing an intelligence network, you can also run your own business. I said, I will give you freedom, just don't go too far."
As the Imperial Chapter Master spoke, he paused for a moment, seeming to consider his words.
"You may be able to establish a secret trade (smuggling) route. If you need a Rogue Trader Charter, I will find a way. The war group is developing rapidly and needs a lot of resources, and there are many things in the warehouse that are difficult to deal with openly.
Thing, you... understand what I mean?"
"I see."
Although Sorge said so at the time, it is not so easy to transform from a secret agent to a "white glove".
Thinking of this, Sorge not only sighed softly, but temporarily put aside his complicated thoughts and began to close his eyes and rest.
About forty minutes later, they arrived at their destination.
Sorge asked Ike to park the car at the corner of Ghost Avenue and walked into the cold night.
"You stay here."
He said to the boy seriously:
"Don't cause any trouble."
Then he turned to his bodyguard who was about to follow him.
"I'll go alone."
"Are you armed?"
As soon as the bodyguard opened his mouth, Sorge
Then he realized that he didn't bring it, so he shook his head.
Dagur then took a Catachan dagger from his waist and handed it to Sorge.
"in case."
Sorge nodded to express his gratitude and left.
In San Tiallo, Cold Harbor is a reminder that even in such a "liberal" place there are deep class differences.
The core of the city is the Governor's Palace and the Exchange, and is surrounded by downtown and prosperous residential areas. There are security forces, security forces, heating, and protection in the urban area, which is like a safe and comfortable microcosm.
There, people enjoyed rights that most citizens of the Empire did not have.
But outside of this, there are large areas isolated from it.
There are crumbling and decaying urban areas, dilapidated buildings and unlit houses that have been abandoned for thousands of years, as well as neglected streets that breed crime. The guards cannot control this place. Their jurisdiction is only
Just urban area.
In a sense, this place is just a zoo for bipedal animals, a barbaric area surrounded by civilization. This also reminds Sorge of the empire itself to a certain extent - outside the rich core area, it is an uninhabited area.
Horrifying realities that people either know or don’t want to know.
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He walked onto a sidewalk filled with trash.
No. 514 Ghost Street is a dark and scary old building, but there are lights on on the sixth floor.
Sorge stooped and walked in. The foyer smelled of damp carpet and mold. There were no lights in the hall, but he found the stairs with the help of hundreds of candles lit in various bottles.
There was a lot of smoke in the yellow light. When he walked to the third floor, music started playing. At first glance, it sounded like some kind of dance music.
Then the old record made a clicking sound and stood up like a ghost singing.
On the sixth floor of the top floor, fragments of plaster were scattered on the worn carpet, and rodents squeaked in the shadows.
The music got louder, coming from the record player in the room he was about to enter.
The door was ajar, and the purple light was much brighter than the candlelight downstairs.
Sorge
Holding the hilt of the knife in his hand, he walked into the room.
There was nothing in the room, either on the floor or on the peeling walls. A gramophone was placed on a pile of old books, making soft music.
There was a lamp in the corner, emitting a ghostly purple light toward the room.
"anyone there?"
suddenly,
A figure walked out of the bathroom nearby.
"signal?"
"The remaining flames are about to extinguish, and the king's shadow is nowhere to be seen."
Sorge revealed the secret code he had set with Patricia many years ago.
Then the figure seemed to relax a little, and then a ragged old man wearing dirty civilian clothes walked into the room.
He was short and small, and he was carrying an unfamiliar model of pistol.
Sorge raised his eyebrows, and it turned out to be that old man.
"Why are you dressed like this?"
The old man went to the gramophone and played another record. It was a cheerful old song, preceded by a burst of orchestral music, and the lyrics were full of promise and regret.
"Do you think everyone can be like you, able to sit on a big warm sofa and guide the world?"
"Ha, you seem to be talking about me as a playboy."
Sorge put away the knife.
"Tell me, why did you suddenly find me?"
The old man looked at him.
"You know, someone spent a lot of effort to establish an intelligence network to monitor the Maelstrom."
"That's right."
"I am a member of the network. Although I don't know who you serve, I guess our positions may be the same."
"The point is."
"The point is, we recently discovered a frightening fact. The maelstrom is surging with a fierce force, my friend."
Sorge felt a little impatient. He was not here to listen to the truth.
"Then who should I pay attention to? I am not a judge. What does the vortex have to do with me..."
"Two nights ago, one of my contacts intercepted a signal sent from the Astrology Hall of the Governor's Palace. This signal was originally sent to the headquarters of the Second Red Pirate Detachment."
Sorge blinked in surprise.
The old man took out a small crystal from his coat pocket. The crystal reflected purple light.
"The data is stored in this crystal. We sacrificed the lives of two astropaths to intercept the information and store it in it. Give it to the master you serve, and tell them that Huron and Abaddon have hooked up, so that