Chapter 801 White Gloves
While Sorge was thinking, the boy looked at him curiously.
"Are you in trouble?"
The boy asked excitedly.
“Not yet…”
Sorge muttered, 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 that I asked you to pick up the car. You take this and drive to the back."
Sorge handed it to the other party. A card and the boy ran away.
He stood 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 he had a second one. car.
Ike won't attract their attention.
Two minutes later, the brakes sounded, and Sorge turned and ran toward the back of the alley.
A black limousine has parked and the rear door is open. Sitting inside is one of Sorge's bodyguards, "Iron Bear" Dag Moody, a former Catachan non-commissioned officer. The entire army was wiped out in World War I, and he was the only one who survived. However, he stayed in a planet refugee camp for a long time because of his injuries, and eventually ended up living here as a mercenary.
As for how he became Sorge's bodyguard, that is another story.
“Let’s go.”
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, changing lanes from time to time.
The drivers of other cars seemed to be 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 low-key, and no matter how fast you drive this car, it won't help you break any speed records."
"Understood, boss"
Dagur 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 drive along the tunnel to Brass Square.”
“But in this case, we will have to drive to the Cold Harbor District.”
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"Just follow the order."
Then Sorge leaned back on the chair and began to think about the next action. He still remembered clearly that before leaving Naisen No. 4, Soshiyan and himself conversation.
“You just need to collect as much intelligence as possible about the movements of the Red Pirates. As for whether it is important or not, it is up to you to judge. I know this is a very dangerous job, so I will not force you to send information when. Come for information, 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 runestone, 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, once again betrayed the force to which he belonged.
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, do you understand what I mean?”
“I understand”
Although Sorge said so at the time, it is not necessary to transform from a secret agent to a "white glove". So easy.
Thinking of this, Sorge not only sighed, 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 Turning to the bodyguard who was about to follow him.
"I'll go alone."
"Did you bring a weapon?"
As soon as the bodyguard spoke, Sorge
realized that he didn't bring any, so he shook his head. Dagur then took a Catachan dagger from his belt and handed it to Sorge.
"Just in case."
Sorge nodded to express his gratitude and left.
In San Tiallo, the Cold Harbor district is a reminder that even in such a "liberal" place as this, class differences are deep.
The core of the city is the Governor's Palace and the Exchange, surrounded by downtown and prosperous residential areas. There are security forces, security forces, heating and protection in the urban area, which makes it feel like a safe and comfortable place microcosm.
There, people enjoyed rights that most citizens of the Empire did not have.
But beyond this, there are large areas isolated from this.
There are areas of collapsed and decayed urban areas, dilapidated buildings and unlit houses that have been abandoned for thousands of years, as well as neglected streets that breed crime, and the guards cannot control it. , the scope of their jurisdiction is only the urban area.
In a sense, this place is just a zoo for bipedal animals, a barbaric area surrounding civilization. This also reminds Sorge to a certain extent of the empire itself - in the rich core area Outside, there is a terrifying reality that is unknown or that people don’t want to know.
Sleet and snow were falling from the sky, the air was cold and damp
He walked onto the sidewalk full of garbage.
No. 514 Ghost Street is a dark and scary old building, but there are lights on on the sixth floor.
Sorge lowered his body and walked in. The foyer smelled of damp carpet and mold. There was no light in the hall, but he found it with the help of hundreds of candles burning in various bottles. stairs.
The yellow light carried a lot of smoke, and when he walked to the third floor, music sounded. At first glance it sounds like some kind of dance music.
Then the old record made a clicking sound that sounded 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 was 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
With the hilt of the knife in his hand, he walked into the room.
The room is empty, both on the floor and on the peeling walls. A gramophone is 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.
"Is there anyone there?"
Suddenly,
a figure walked out of the bathroom next to him.
“Secret code?”
"The remaining flames are about to extinguish, and the king 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 very short and small, and he was carrying an unfamiliar model of pistol.
Sorge raised his eyebrows, and it turned out to be that old guy.
"Why are you dressed like this?"
The old man walked to the gramophone and played another record. This was a cheerful old song, preluded 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 country.”
“Ha, you think I am a playboy. ”
Sorge put away the knife.
"Tell me why you suddenly came to me."
The old man looked at him.
“You know, someone has spent a lot of effort to establish an intelligence network to monitor the Maelstrom.”
“That’s right.”
“I’m from the network. Although I don’t know who you serve, I guess our positions may be the same.”
"The point is."
"The point is, recently we discovered a frightening fact, the maelstrom is surging with a fierce force, my friend."
Zuo Ergo 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 Maelstrom have to do with me..."
"Two nights ago, one of my contacts intercepted A signal was sent from the Astrology Hall of the Governor's Palace. This signal was originally sent to the headquarters of the Red Pirates' Second 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 Ah Barton hooked up and told them to be careful.”
(End of Chapter)