Chapter 559 Bait (Part 1)
Standard Imperial Calendar, 930.M41
The Human Empire, Tempest Sector, Planet Nessen 4
Soames Hive Aviation Transportation Authority employee Edson Schmid follows the flow of people through the streets.
People walked by him, bumped into him, and pushed him away when they were on the road, but no one looked at him. At most, they glanced at him, thinking about this unwashed, beard, and... Who is the guy blocking their way?
He didn't mind, in fact he enjoyed it: just walking, not needing to think about where to go, letting his heart wander as he pleased.
No way, who made him so unlucky that he made a friend, but it turned out to be a trap.
Now he is unable to advance or retreat.
Thinking of this, he smiled.
A guard saw him, and he must have felt that Edsson was laughing at him, because Edsson saw him frown and was about to speak.
Edsson immediately saluted, shook his head respectfully, and continued walking forward.
He didn't know where he was going, but it didn't matter, now this was the best situation he could crave for.
"Edsson Schmid."
He didn't quite hear the words the first time, and he didn't bother to look back.
He must have misheard this call. It was just a somewhat similar syllable separated from dozens of sounds and hurried footsteps.
"Edsson Schmid."
This time the voice came from behind him, and he felt a hand on his shoulder.
So he subconsciously reached for the pistol hidden in his pocket.
"No, no, my friend."
The voice said, this time in his ear.
It was a soft voice with a sticky tone, which seemed to be the accent of a low-level hive city.
The next second, he felt the tip of a sword touching the skin above his right kidney.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but you must come with me.”
Ederson felt a crack open in the depths of his mind.
“Who are you?”
He asked, his voice was very soft. Around him, many people passed by in a hurry, not paying attention to this place, and they didn't care.
"The servant of one of your friends, he wants to see you again."
Edsson felt the pressure of the sword move to the lower part of his left arm, while grabbing the hand of his shoulder The hand loosened.
A man walked behind him, close to his left side.
The man put a hand on his shoulder, as if they were old friends, and no one else could see the sword.
When Edson looked at the man, he unconsciously showed a shocked expression.
The man wore a dark red uniform with black cross decorations. Under a pointed hat, a broad, clean-shaven face smiled at him.
"I'm sorry to hold you at swordpoint, but I serve our mutual friends and I can't let you refuse this invitation."
The man's accent suddenly changed: crisp and forceful , without any accent from the lower hive city.
Edson could smell the faint smell of alcohol and the strong smell of smoke from his breath, as if he had just gotten off the card table.
The government employee's mind was racing, a blur of fatigue mixed with shock.
“I understand.”
Ederson met his eyes.
The man who looked like a traffic controller smiled and nodded:
"He is not far away, follow me."
Five minutes later, he arrived at the meeting place—an abandoned warehouse.
The room was very small, just like a plastic box hidden behind a small door. It was located at the end of a quiet corridor and seemed to have been forgotten. A lighting ball was chained to the ceiling, pouring dim light.
On the floor were three plastic steel crates, with some wear and tear on the edges and covered with a thick layer of dust.
The room was also filled with dust - the smell of dust and stale air.
Edsson glanced across the room and turned to face the man in the red uniform.
"Wait here."
The man said, reaching out to close the dull metal door.
Edson took a deep breath and pressed his fingers to his eyes.
His hands trembled on his eyelids, trying to calm his thoughts and think about what to do next.
"Hello, my friend."
Hearing this voice, Edsson opened his eyes suddenly.
The person standing inside the door gave a friendly smile and bowed slightly.
He was tall and looked to be in middle age, but his eyes revealed that he was much older than he seemed.
On his thin body, he wore a set of work clothes full of oil stains and poor workmanship. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing lean but muscular arms, and his hairless head shone in the light. .
He smiled and took a step forward.
"Mr. Sorge."
Edson called out the man's name neatly.
“Nice to meet you,”
Edsson said, his voice strong, calm and unhurried,
"I'm sorry, this must be a bit shocking, I've been... here for a while, but I think it would be for the best if our destinies never crossed, after all. After the meeting, things changed.”
Edsson just stared at Sorge.
He recalled that when the two met for the first time, the other person was still a very powerful rich man. He not only had strong financial resources, but also had many "friends" in the government department, and his daughter It just so happened that he developed a serious illness that required very expensive medical equipment.
Sorge looked at him too, as if he was recalling the same moment.
“A lot of things have changed, but both of us are still here.”
Edsson felt a pain in his chest.
He took a breath, feeling his heart filled with anger, hot and sour.
So he suddenly rushed forward, raised his hand, and immediately grabbed Sorge's smooth neck, pressed the cunning liar against the wall, and squeezed again and again.
After that his hands were empty.
Ederson's whole world suddenly spun and fell, and then he couldn't breathe.
He fell to the floor, feeling the last bit of air in his lungs being forced out of his mouth, and could only roll around and gasp.
Sorge stood above him, his head lowered and his hands hanging at his sides.
“You should use a knife.”
Sorge smiled and raised his hand to show Edson the knife he was holding in his left hand.
His eyes followed the sword blade downward until he met Edson's eyes.
"If you want to kill someone, kill him with one blow."
Edson endured the pain in his chest, the anger had not dissipated, but was bound by the pain until they became one .
He rolled to his knees and took a deep breath.
"What else do you want to take from me? You have made me a traitor!"
The young employee gasped, struggling to stand up.
(End of this chapter)