Zorg murmured, opening the data board again and pressing the delete button.
"Can you drive?"
He looked at the boy.
"Can I?"
Ike jumped up excitedly, and Zorg waved his hand gently to dispel the other party's enthusiasm.
"Go to the parking lot to find me a car, a black high-end car, tell them I asked you to pick up the car, you take this and drive it to the back."
Zorg handed the other party a card, and the boy ran away.
He stood silently, stood for a while, and took a deep breath.
The reason I asked Ike to pick up the car was because he knew that the bastard Diongo must have sent someone to stare near the car he came, but they didn't know that he had a second car.
Ike won't catch their attention.
Two minutes later, the sound of brakes rang, and Zorge turned around and ran towards the back of the alley.
A black high-end car had been parked and the rear door was also opened. Inside was one of Zorg's bodyguards, "Iron Bear", Dag Moody, a former Katachan Sergeant. His troops were wiped out in the First World War. He was the only one who survived. However, he was injured and stayed in the planet refugee camp for a long time and eventually became a mercenary.
As for how he became Zorg's bodyguard, that's another story.
"Walk."
After getting into the car, Zorge immediately ordered to leave.
The black sedan then began to drive along the avenue under the street lights, and walked smoothly in the sparse traffic, changing lanes from time to time.
The drivers of other cars seemed more willing to make way for this bad-comered car.
In the bulletproof glass-protected occupant area, Zorg, who was sitting in a 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 hard you drive this car, it won't drive fast, so it won't help you break any speed record."
"I understand, boss."
Dag, who was beside him, poured two glasses of wine and drank one of his own.
The boy in the driver's seat smiled and let go of the gears, which reduced the speed by a little, and then a little.
Zorg ignored the wine the bodyguard poured for him, opened the data board, and looked at the city map.
"Turn left at the next intersection and follow the tunnel to the Brass Square."
"But in this case... we will drive to Lenggang District."
"You just do as you order."
Then Zorge leaned against the chair and began to think about the next action. He still remembered clearly what Soshiyan had to talk to himself before leaving Nyesen IV.
"You just need to collect information about the movements of the Red Pirates as much as possible. Whether it is important or not is up to you to judge whether it is important or not, I know it is a very dangerous job, so I won't force you to send information when, but I hope you can understand that your job is of great significance to us and the Empire."
In the bright hall, Soshiyang, wearing a robe, handed over a rune stone to himself.
"This is what your master prepares for you. Once a major danger occurs, it can save your life, but it can only be used once, and you must consider it."
After taking the rune stone, Zorge was convinced that this was his master's work.
That means that Iskander Kayang, the former traitor of the Empire, and the main figure of the Black Legion, once again betrayed the power to which he belongs.
Thinking of this, Zorge not only smiled bitterly, but he didn't know whether his master was really unlucky or was rebellious by nature.
"Also, when building an intelligence network, you can also run your own business. I said, I will give you freedom, just don't do it too much."
The Imperial Commander said, pausing for a moment, as if he was considering the words.
"You may be able to establish a secret trade (smuggling) route. If you need a renminbi licence, I will find a way. The battle group is developing rapidly and requires a lot of resources. There are many things in the warehouse that are difficult to deal with publicly. Do you... understand what I mean?"
"I see."
Although Zorge said that at the time, it was not so easy to transform from a spy to a "white glove".
Thinking of this, Zorge not only sighed lightly, but temporarily put aside his complicated thoughts and began to close his eyes and rest.
About forty minutes later, they arrived at their destination.
Zorg asked Ike to park his car at the corner next to Ghost Avenue and walked into the cold night himself.
"You just stay here."
He said to the boy seriously:
"Don't cause any trouble either."
Then he turned to the bodyguard who was about to follow him.
"I'll go alone."
"Did you bring a weapon?"
As soon as the bodyguard opened his mouth, Zorge
I realized that I didn't carry it, so I shook my head.
Dag then took a Katachang dagger from his waist and handed it to Zorge.
"in case."
Zorge nodded and expressed his gratitude, and left.
In Santiaro, the Cold Port District reminds people that even places like this “free” have profound class differences.
The core of the city is located in the Governor's Office and Exchange, and the outskirts are surrounded by downtown areas and wealthy residential areas. There are security forces, guards, heating and protection in the city, just like a safe and comfortable microcosm.
There, people enjoyed rights that most imperial citizens did not have.
But outside this place, there are large areas isolated from it.
There are numerous collapsed and rotten urban areas, dilapidated buildings and unlit houses abandoned for thousands of years, and unattended streets, and crimes are thriving. The guards do not have the control of this place. Their jurisdiction is only urban areas.
In a sense, this zoo, which is even a bipedal, is a barbaric area surrounding civilization, which also reminds Zorg of the empire itself - outside the rich core area, a horrible reality that is unknown or unaware of.
It's raining and sleeting in the sky, the air is cold and wet
He walked onto the sidewalk full of garbage.
No. 514 Ghost Street is a dark and terrifying old building, but there are lights on the sixth floor.
Zorg walked in low, the foyer emitted the smell of wet carpets and mold, and there were no lights in the hall, but he found the stairs with the help of these hundreds of candles that were lit in various bottles.
The yellow light was filled with smoke, and when he walked to the third floor, the music sounded. At first glance, it seemed like some kind of dance music.
Then the old record made a crackling sound, sounding like a ghost singing.
When we arrived at the top sixth floor, there were fragments of plaster on the worn carpet, and in the shadows, rodents squeaked.
The music sounded even louder, and the music came from the record machine in the room he was about to walk into.
The door was half open, and the purple lights were much brighter than the candlelight downstairs.
Zorg
He walked into the room with his hands holding the hilt.
The interior is empty on both the floor and the peeling walls, and the phonograph is placed on a pile of old books, making a soft musical sound.
There was a lamp in the corner, emitting a ghost-like purple light towards the room.
"Is anyone?"
suddenly,
A figure walked out from the bathroom next to it.
"signal?"
"The remaining fire is about to be extinguished, and there is no Wang Ying."
Zorge spoke out the code he set with Patricia many years ago.
Then the figure looked a little relaxed, and then an old man in ragged clothes in dirty civilian clothes walked into the room.
He is very short and small, carrying a pistol of an unfamiliar model.
Zorg raised his eyebrows and it turned out to be that old guy.
"Why are you dressing up like this?"
The old man walked to the phonograph and played another record. This was a cheerful old song with a wave of orchestral music as the prelude, and the lyrics were full of promise and regret.
"Do you think everyone can be like you, sitting on the warm sofa and giving advice."
"Ha, I'm like a playboy you said."
Zorg put away his knife.
"Tell me, why did you suddenly come to me?"
The old man looked at him.
"You know, someone has spent a lot of effort to build an intelligence network that monitors the big vortex."
"That's right."
"I am a member of the network. Although I don't know who you serve, I guess our position may be consistent."
“The point is.”
"The point is, recently we discovered a terrifying fact that the vortex is surging with a fierce force, my friend."
Zorge felt a little impatient. He didn't come to listen to the big truth.
"Then who should I pay attention to? I am not a judge, what does the big vortex have to do with me..."
"Two nights ago, one of my contacts intercepted a signal from the Star Word Hall of the Governor's House. This signal was originally sent to the command of the Second Detachment Fleet of the Red Pirates."
Zorg blinked in surprise.
The old man took out a small crystal from his coat pocket, which reflected a purple light.
"The data is stored in this crystal. We sacrificed the lives of the two Astrology speakers to intercept the information and store it in, hand it over to the master you serve, and tell them that Huron and Abaddon have hooked up and let them be careful."