Abyssal Wanderer

Chapter 247 NO.00f6: Midnight Visitor

After watching Donata cry quietly as she finished her third pack of tissues, Jim threw a simple change of clothes to her.

"These may be a bit too big for you, but make do with it for now. I've ordered some changes of clothes that will fit you, but the courier won't arrive until tomorrow."

As he spoke, he walked to the home bar, took out a Collin's cup with fingerprints on it, and then took out a carton of whole milk from the refrigerator and poured it into it.

Donata, whose voice had become hoarse from crying, raised her head, picked up the women's clothing that seemed too mature for her, and asked softly with her mouth pursed:

"Why do you have women's clothes in your house? Have you been divorced before?"

"䱱TM..."

Jim, who was halfway through pouring the milk, suddenly stopped and slammed the milk carton on the table. A few drops of milk flew out of the box opening due to the shock and splashed directly on his face, causing him to say "fuck" and tilt his head to wipe it away.

Jim's furious look made Donata laugh out loud, but then she lowered her head again as if recalling that she should be sad now.

Jim, who noticed that the other party's mood improved, breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he took out a half-drunk bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet on the side and poured about two ounces into the milk.

"Remember to drink this after cleaning up, and then sleep peacefully."

Jim said and put the glass of milk on the bedside table. Then, he calmed down and explained:

"This is not a place where I usually live, but a safe house... Sometimes I am entrusted with protecting clients, so I always keep some daily necessities."

Donata put down the change of clothes in her hand, turned to Jim and asked:

"How long am I going to stay here."

"That depends on where you want to go after you leave here."

Jim answered, then continued:

"The best case scenario is that you can leave tomorrow... Your father has left a trust fund for you in the Eden resettlement area. Set off tomorrow and take the rail transit to the Antarctic route to North America. You can take all the sadness here. Forget it all and start a new life.

"This is both the choice I most want you to make and the choice you definitely won't make."

As he spoke, a helpless expression appeared on his face.

"What if I want to stay?"

Donata asked softly without any change in the expression on her face.

"I just got the news that the Classic Coffee Gang was raided by the Public Security Bureau not long ago. Your weapons workshop, the 'foot' in charge of logistics, and the 'net' in charge of liaison are being arrested in batches... I'm sorry that I can't do this tonight. I want to give you bad news, but there is indeed no home in Nord that you can go back to."

Jim's words made Donata's pupils suddenly dilate, and she couldn't help breathing rapidly:

"Then my brother..."

"I think it's most likely protective custody."

Jim replied:

"After all, your brother is also a depth 2 adjuster. Such a precious human resource, as long as the attitude is not too rigid, there is still a chance to be incorporated into the special mobile team of the resettlement area government for reuse... Or you Is your brother actually the kind of person who would rather die than surrender?"

Donata shook her head, but it was obvious that she wasn't completely relieved yet.

Jim had no intention of comforting her, but continued:

"If you continue to stay here, there isn't much you can do to be honest. And considering your father's career, his death...please allow me to put it harshly, it can be regarded as deserved. Of course, those who ordered his death A big shot is nothing. But on the other hand...that's not someone you can bring down."

When Donata heard this, she took several deep breaths and said:

"Money... I can give it to you."

"What?"

Although he had already guessed what the other party wanted to say, Jim still asked pretending to be surprised.

"I can transfer the beneficiary of the one million Orei trust fund to you."

"I'm not asking this. What do you want me to do with this money? If you want to avenge your father, then let me say it again, those people behind the scenes are not you and I can..."

Jim repeated somewhat boredly.

"no."

However, Donata shook her head decisively.

"I understand... Unless you are the Liao Qi who dares to confront the company head-on, there is no way you can pose a threat to those big shots. And in their eyes, my family is just a nest of ants. But even so... "

Having said this, she took a deep breath:

"I still need to know who the real murderer is... I really can't accept that my dad and Uncle Jin died so mysteriously."

This is a personal vendetta.

Donata looked at Jim and said word by word.

This is a personal grudge... This sentence seems to have become some kind of propaganda slogan for the Nord Resettlement Area. People here, especially those underground in the resettlement area, seem to like to mention unfair things after encountering them.

This has made those government officials or company employees who were accustomed to being arrogant and domineering in the past become a little more restrained in their behavior and speech.

Jim pondered for a moment and then said:

"What will happen after you find out? What are you going to do, carry out a revenge that has no chance of winning?"

"When Liao Qi was seeking revenge against the company, didn't others think he had no chance of winning?"

Donata answered seriously.

These words made Jim have the urge to cover his forehead.

But before he could say anything else, the young girl continued:

"I know...or in other words, I know that I am weak. But now is an era with infinite possibilities to become stronger, isn't it? I have already figured it out. After finding out the mastermind behind the scenes, I signed up to join Ika Los.”

The eldest daughter of a gangster family, and your brother will most likely work in the Public Security Bureau in the future. With your background, you can’t even pass the political review...

Jiang Zhou thought.

However, just as the words of rejection came to his lips, he suddenly thought about it - it seemed that he could take advantage of this.

Doing this will not only save the life of this stupid girl, but also use her as a medium to win support from Icarus for Jim's investigation in the future...

Otherwise, every time I want to do something "trivial", I have to directly summon Booker or "Perseus One" as "Paradox", which is really unreasonable.

Thinking of this, Jim said:

"Then allow me to change the terminology of our profession - you want to entrust me to help you investigate who the person who killed your father is?"

"Is such that."

Donata nodded, then looked at Jim with some anxiety.

"If that day comes, I will never refuse your commission again."

Repeating what he had said before, Jim let out a long sigh.

"I really didn't expect...this day to come so quickly."

"So, you... agreed?"

Donata asked tentatively.

Jim nodded, and then he felt ashamed again in his heart for deceiving the little girl's feelings.

"The matter of charging..."

In this regard, Donata asked very wisely.

"The standard fee is seventy Ore per day. Additional expenses will be reimbursed with invoices... You should keep the one million in your trust fund for your own use."

Jim rolled his eyes.

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A slender black shadow came to Jim's safe house silently like a ghost.

The surrounding seismic wave sensors, thermal sensing devices, broad-spectrum cameras and molecular sniffers all failed the moment the black shadow arrived.

It was as if they had been unplugged by ghosts.

The black figure chuckled lightly, as if recalling some interesting past event.

The door's electromagnetic lock automatically opened amidst the laughter, and the black figure pushed the room open effortlessly... The door was blocked by something solid.

The black figure tilted his head in confusion, and then moved closer to the crack of the door.

Then, the black figure was stunned - what was blocking the door was not a more advanced protective device that she could not crack, but a U-shaped lock with a purely mechanical structure.

While she was in such a daze, the barrel of a pistol was pressed against her head.

Jim stood behind the door wearing pajamas and flip-flops, holding a toothbrush in his mouth, and stretched the barrel of the "Persuader" through the crack in the door.

"After all these years, you are still so dependent on electronic devices."

With his mouth full of foam like a crab, Jim said to his old lover through the door:

"Ms. Hanel...or should I call you Ms. Little Sparkle as you noted in your previous message?"