"I know you have some background, otherwise you wouldn't be able to join our Bashi patrol team as a Brexi, but this doesn't mean you can walk around here in the future. You'd better be more down-to-earth and say less.
Do more, otherwise if you fail in your duties or cause trouble for me, I will kick you out as soon as possible, do you understand?!"
"clear!"
In the patrol team, Clark, who had just received the patrol uniform, was being lectured by the captain.
His father's friend was indeed quite capable. Although the relationship between the Bash and the Brexi was very tense at the time, he still came forward to get Clark into the patrol team for the sake of their former friendship, and as he wished, he was responsible for Peace Street and
Inspections of surrounding neighborhoods.
The captain of the Peace Street patrol team disliked the Brexi people, especially Clark, who once stood up to ruin their good fortune when they were retaliating against the owner of the Cigarette Inn on Peace Street: "Let's put aside what happened before and follow me.
Go back to Heping Street."
Clark held his spear and saluted the captain: "Yes!"
The two people left the patrol team and rushed towards Heping Street. During the process, they encountered patrol teams from various blocks, and they all let them go after showing their IDs and identities.
"I didn't expect it to be so strict. They are all our own people and we still need to check." Clark followed the captain and just left with the same patrol team.
"Who can ensure that it is not a gangster disguise? If there is an oversight in the block in charge, three heads will not be enough for you to lose." The captain was really bored on the road. Hearing Clark's sigh, the captain ignored it.
"Too……"
"Move over!" The sharp-eyed captain suddenly shouted, pulling Clark to the side of the road and standing in line.
When Clark reacted, four armed men in dark gray uniforms escorted a man wearing a hood and walked toward them.
Seeing that the captain was looking straight ahead and holding out his chest, Clark quickly followed suit.
It wasn't until a group of people passed by them that Clark asked in a low voice: "Are they..."
"Scavenger people are responsible for eliminating revolutionaries." The captain said.
"Scavenger..." Clark couldn't help but look carefully at the person being escorted whose face could not be seen, "Then the person they arrested is a revolutionary?"
"Who knows." The captain didn't care and continued on his way, waiting to meet up with other men.
Clark had an idea of saving the revolutionary: "Don't we go check on them?"
"That's the scavenger!" the captain emphasized.
"But they might also be revolutionaries in disguise. If we don't investigate, doesn't it mean they can move around in Winterfort as they please?" Clark didn't expect that scavengers have such a high status, and ordinary patrol teams can only take a detour when they see them.
.
"Then let me remind you again, in the future, if you encounter scavengers on the road, unless they take the initiative to seek help from you, you must not step forward to interfere with their actions." The captain warned as he walked, "As for whether they are disguised
, then don’t worry about our business, if any problems arise, they will be solved internally by the scavengers.”
"I understand..." Clark turned his head and looked deeply at the revolutionary wearing a hood.
He really wanted to save that person, but unfortunately he didn't have such ability at all now.
He has also learned the lesson of rashly rescuing people, and knows that the overall situation is the most important, and there are tasks to be done that require his cooperation at the moment.
"Let's go, let's go, there's nothing to see." the captain urged.
"Understood." Clark turned around and followed the captain towards Peace Street.
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July 24, early morning
peace street,tavern
A total of eight comrades, Verak, Vladislav, Arseny, Victor, Quentin, Connie, Stuart, and Oscar, had breakfast together and began to assign their respective tasks.
"Comrade Verak, it's up to me to find a way to get in touch with Comrade Clark. I have some connections with the captain of the patrol team. If Comrade Clark really joins the patrol team, I am the most suitable person to contact him." Kun
After a night of consideration, Ting decided to be responsible for getting in touch with Clark. "Leave the aftermath of the mission to Connie, Stuart, and Oscar. You, Comrade Vladislav, and Comrade Arseny have sensitive identities.
Stay in the tavern."
Vladislav and Arseny looked at each other, a little helpless.
They applied to come to Peace Street just to be able to move around, but after all, this is still the patrol area of Winterfort, and it is really unrealistic to go out to perform tasks.
"...Okay." Verak didn't force himself to do anything, "Then I'll have to thank you for the hard work."
"Let's go." Stuart looked at Connie and Oscar, who were sitting on his left and right.
"Um."
"Um."
The three of them took the lead to clear the tavern and terminate the mission.
"The pub is about to open. Let's not sit here anymore and go back to the cubicle." Verak took Vladislav and Arseny back to the cubicle to talk, so as not to be recognized by the drinkers later.
.
Quentin planned to go out to look for the patrol team later to see if Clark had successfully penetrated into them.
But before he could go out, the captain of the patrol brought Clark and six or seven subordinates to the tavern.
"Mr. Quentin." The captain greeted Quentin with a smile.
"Why did it take you so long to come? I've been waiting for you to come these past few days." Quentin glanced at Clark next to the captain and felt relieved.
"Isn't it busy these past few days? Otherwise, I would definitely come here to have a drink every day."
"This is not a compliment. It's an honor for you to come to my tavern." Quentin pretended to flatter you, "Victor, take two bottles of Imbit to the compartment."
"Okay." Victor left quickly.
The captain of the patrol team pointed at Clark beside him: "I really didn't expect that you, a friend with a lot of connections, could sneak into our patrol team."
Quentin smiled: "His father had some good friends in Winterfort before his death, so it is normal for him to be taken care of. Coincidentally, you were planning to arrest him a few days ago, but now he has become a colleague."
"Yeah, this can be regarded as no acquaintance without fighting." The captain of the patrol team hugged Clark and said.
"This friend of mine is new here. It's not easy to make a living. I'll have to trouble you a lot in the future. Come, let's talk in the cubicle." Quentin deliberately led the patrol team leader to the cubicle adjacent to Verak and the others.
"You guys sit down and have a drink, Clark, come together." The captain of the patrol team asked other subordinates to sit outside and drink, and he took Clark and Quentin into the cubicle and sat down.
"Clark, why don't you have a drink with your captain?" Quentin took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for the patrol captain and Clark.
"Yeah." Clark picked up the wine glass and said, "Captain."
The captain of the patrol team clinked a glass with Clark with a smile on his face: "I found that Clark is actually quite taciturn. You have to thank Mr. Quentin for helping you that day, otherwise..."
Quentin nodded and said: "He does more than he talks. You can rest assured to use him in the future. He will not let you down."
"I'm not worried about this. Come on, drink." The captain of the patrol team didn't care about talking nonsense and couldn't hide his greed. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
While the captain of the patrol team closed his eyes and felt the aroma of the wine, Quentin and Clark looked at each other: "Clark finally found a decent job, and it happens to be under you. We have to celebrate today. Just these two small bottles of wine are definitely
If it’s not enough, Clark, go find Victor and ask him to bring a few more bottles.”
Clark knew that this was an opportunity that Quentin was deliberately creating for himself, and immediately said: "I'll get it."
"You don't have to be so polite. This wine is expensive, just drink it." The captain of the patrol team waved his hand pretendingly.
"Don't worry about the wine, it's enough for today." Quentin raised his chin at Clark, who walked out of the cubicle without stopping.
Outside the cubicle, Victor was waiting.
Without waiting for Clark to ask, he silently opened the door of the adjacent compartment and made a gesture of invitation.
Clark turned around and saw that Verak, Vladislav, and Arseny were sitting inside. He quickly walked in and sat down.
"Stop." Victor closed the door and walked away as if nothing happened.
"What's going on?" Afraid of being overheard by the patrol team leader next door, Clark suppressed his voice and looked at the three of them doubtfully.
"Our plan has changed..." Verak told Clark everything about last night's decision, "...I'm sorry to bother you, I finally managed to sneak into the patrol team, but I have to find a way to escape."
After Clark heard what happened, he was silent for a long time: "Have you thought about what I should do after I go to Shiling City?"
Verak shook his head: "This has not been formulated yet."
"You also know that I came to Bash mainly to teach you Bash. I don't have a special focus like Quentin and Oscar. I think that if there is no place that needs me in Shiling City, then I will
Just stay here and continue to act as an informant." Breaking into the patrol team is not easy, Clark believes that since the sub-station will come back sooner or later, it is more valuable for him to hide in the patrol team.
"But everyone else will leave, leaving you alone..."
"If I stay here, as a patrol team, I can help a group of immigrants on Heping Street to some extent."
"There is one most critical issue. I am considering adjusting the development policy of the sub-station. If this matter is finalized, we will put Winterfort at the end to break into it. In that case, you don't know how long you will have to stay in Winterfort.
." Verak said, "And I think your own value is much higher than that of an undercover patrol soldier. Staying here is a waste of your ability."
"I don't have much ability." Clark smiled ashamedly.
"Don't belittle yourself. You just need to find your position again and give full play to your abilities in the branch. It's not that you can't do anything." Verak is really optimistic about Clark.
"Understood, then follow your arrangement." Clark accepted.
Verak glanced at the time on his watch: "Are the patrols keeping a close eye on you? Did you have any difficulty leaving Winterfort?"
"It shouldn't be difficult. I can just go out with the patrol team's ID during the break. But once I go out, this identity will be completely abandoned." Clark still felt it was a pity that this identity was obtained with his few contacts.
Arrived.
"That's fine. You can continue working in the patrol team. I will notify you when it's time to evacuate." Verak had another thing on his mind.
"Hmm." Clark changed the topic, "Is this really... the only way to arrange it?"
"……Yes."
"When I went back to Heping Street with the captain of the patrol team last night, I bumped into a group of scavengers. They escorted a revolutionary wearing a hood and walked past us in a swagger. The captain of the patrol team said that they had no authority.
The person who is investigating the scavenger, so in a sense, as long as he wears the clothes of the scavenger, it means that he can travel unimpeded in Winterfort... I don't know if this clue is useful to us, I just mentioned it,
I hope it can help the branch." Clark said.
Vladislav said: "You mean, let's get some sets of scavenger clothes so that we can move around freely in Winterfort, right?"
"Yes, the scavengers have a high status. They have the power to mobilize people from the patrol team to assist them, but the patrol team is not even qualified to step forward to check their identities..."
"We have known about this for a long time." Vladislav shook his head slightly, "Clothing is not difficult, but is it really that simple? The leader of the scavengers is Maxim, and he will not leave it so obvious in vain.
An oversight, waiting for us to break the situation."
"Do you think this is a trap?" Clark actually thought about this possibility.
"Nine times out of ten, yes."
"Judging from Maxim's various methods, he does not seem like someone who would make such a low-level mistake. We must also be cautious in our actions... However, this is just our conjecture. It is impossible to say that Maxim is a hundred
Being dense and sparse gives us a chance to play. Then I hope
I hope we can seize this opportunity and fight a beautiful counterattack." Verak has seen too many strange things, so he did not say dogmatically that this must be a trap. "You can ask more about this in the past few days.
If necessary, we will hold a meeting to discuss the feasibility."
"Understood." Clark accepted the task.
Verak looked at the time on his watch: "You've been out for a long time, hurry up and go back with the wine to avoid suspicion."
"Yeah." Clark stood up.
"We will find another opportunity to contact you, and you can also bring the patrol team leader over for drinks." Verak added.
"Understood." Clark walked out of the cubicle.
Outside the cubicle, Victor has prepared three bottles of Imbit.
"Thanks." Clark took the wine and returned to Quentin's cubicle where the captain of the patrol team was.
"Why did you come back?" Quentin asked first.
"I just went to the bathroom." Clark put down the wine and found an excuse to excuse him.
"Okay, let's continue drinking." Quentin helped Clark get through, took the initiative to raise his glass again, and he and the captain of the patrol team each took a sip of wine.
"Clark, come on, you can drink too. Don't just sit here. We are all acquaintances. Why are you doing this?" The leader of the patrol team who drank the wine said politely.
Quentin, who was able to deal with the patrol captain with ease, came to the rescue and said, "He doesn't know how to drink. It would be a waste to force him to drink such good wine. Let's just drink it."
"Then we don't care about you. Come on, let's drink." The captain of the patrol team wished he could drink more.