Chapter 560 Bait (Part 2)
“No.”
Sorge shook his head and sat on a metal box.
Then he leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, put his hands together, and the knife was gone.
“No, you said it wrong.”
Ederson felt his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to rush out the door, screaming that there was an enemy infiltrator here.
But then he thought of the man in the red uniform, the man who could easily change his voice.
So he raised his head and looked at this guy of unknown origin, and Sorge also looked at him - calm, expressionless, waiting silently.
With a low hum, Edson turned his head to the side, remembering the fear that slowly formed in his heart when he first provided data to the other party.
Although Edson's position is low, it is not simple, because he is the person responsible for recording the navigation data and route scheduling of the Astartes Chapter's transports.
Then, his daughter suffered from a serious disease and her life was bleak.
At that time, Edson looked around, surrounded by cold darkness. His not-so-high salary could not support the expensive treatment.
Until this mysterious man found him and gave him a glimmer of hope.
Ederson turned his head, looked up at those eyes that could never be seen through, took a deep breath, and spit.
Sorge shook his head slowly.
"I never lied to you about the things we talked about, the plans we made - and the promise I made that not only would your daughter be completely cured, but that the genetic disease that ran in your family would be cured. "Removed."
Edsson lowered his hands, trying to get more air, to stand up and grab Sorge's neck.
He is going to kill him, right now.
So he began to stand up, his limbs shaking.
“Listen to me, Ederson.”
Sorge said, raising his hands and spreading them to both sides.
“Don’t be so impulsive.”
When Ederson tried to stand up straight, cramped pain flashed through his body.
He failed to stand up and knelt down on one knee again.
Air flowed in and out of his mouth, Edsson closed his eyes tightly, sweat still on his forehead.
Slowly, he felt the pain in his chest getting better, but he still didn't move.
"Who are you?"
The question was asked before he could take it back, although he had no hope of getting an answer.
"I believed what you said, and I gave you all the data I could get in my duties. All this is because I believed what you said. I believed that you were just an information trafficker."
Sorge shook his head, with a look of regret on his face.
"Edson——"
"But you deceived me! You are definitely not an intelligence peddler!"
Edson roared, he took a big breath and felt tears on his face with tears streaming down his face.
“You are a cultist! A Chaos believer!”
“I don’t know where you see that I look like a Chaos follower, but I assure you that we are definitely not. With such depravity, maybe you still can’t understand my work at present, but in the future——”
He paused, Edsson raised his head and saw the regret in Sorge's eyes disappeared,
"You can't fool me. I remember that time very clearly. You directly turned into my boss." , swaggering into his office. "
Edsson shook his head, but a chill spread throughout his body as Sorge's words came.
"Think of your daughter, she is still alive, and she wants you to be alive too."
Edson said nothing, he could not say anything, only the sound of his voice thoughts swirling in his mind.
Sorge tilted his head as if listening.
Then he reached into a pocket on his thigh and pulled out a battered datapad and opened it.
The screen was broken and stained with fingerprints, 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 to her side, as if to confirm something.
He felt his eyes stinging and his throat was a little choked.
"Look."
Sorge said softly, and at the same time, on the screen, a hand reached into the image, palm upward, as if asking for something.
Edson watched his daughter put a small piece of fabric into the palm of her hand.
The next second, the hand was withdrawn and the image was cut off.
Edsson looked up at Sorge, who stretched out a hand with a piece of fabric lying on it.
He reached for the small piece of fabric and stared at it for a long moment.
When he raised his head, he could feel the coldness spreading under his skin again, and he was stunned for a second before speaking.
"What do you want from me this time?"
Sorge nodded, he did not smile, his face was expressionless.
“In two days, a cargo ship named the Croissant will arrive in the planet’s orbit, and then a batch of cargo will arrive in the hive.”
"What's in that?"
"It's not good for you to know so much."
Edson snorted:
"This is what you hope for, Or what are you afraid of?”
“Very good, very good.”
Sorge said, suddenly smiling.
"I remember why I 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 , eyes unblinking.
Ederson felt that he could not look away. This face was suddenly far from friendly.
"Next you will receive a signal consisting of a single keyword. When you hear that word, you must ensure that those goods will no longer be inspected. I know you can modify it. Security data, right?”
"That's it?"
Edson paused.
"Then what?"
"Then there will be no more, we will not look for you again, you will be reunited with your daughter, and everyone will treat it as nothing happened."< br>
After a moment of silence, Edson took a deep breath.
"I still want to know, what is inside that?"
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."
Ederson let out a sigh of relief, although this did not mean he was relaxed.
He wanted to close his eyes and fall into the world of sleep and dreams, where the road in front of him did not exist - in that world he did not need to make this choice.
A choice, said a voice in the cold core of his mind.
There is never a choice.
"When exactly?"
"I will send it to you later."
Sorge stood up and handed a small signal receiver to Give to each other and move towards the open door.
"Don't worry, don't worry, my friend-"
The mysterious man said, his hand on the door latch.
"You are on the right side."
(End of Chapter)