Extraordinary pedigree

Chapter 512 [Operator·Mole]

January 5, 1591 in the Terran calendar.

Collapse Authority Helselem Tower.

The first floor below ground level.

Xia Xiu and Turs were standing outside the observation glass in front of the interrogation room. Their eyes were looking through the glass at the scene inside the interrogation room.

The half-orc Gruba Boneshatter was placed in front of special instruments, and his head was filled with dense instruments and sensors. These devices were extracting information from his brain.

His eyes were distracted, and he was obviously under the influence of some kind of drug or technology.

"Is this guy still normal?" Tours looked at this scene briefly and said with a click of his tongue.

"We are not the villains in some picture book stories. This device looks scary, but the damage to the brain is not too serious. At most, it will make your brain think a little slower in the future. Moreover, the person in the interrogation department now is Winfield. Scott, he is a brain expert." Xia Xiu retorted.

The Winfield Scott mentioned here is the brain in a vat that he rescued from the great race of Yis on Jupiter. The other person became his intelligence officer like Pansy Jane.

The No. 1 Intelligence Officer, Pansy Jane, is responsible for the regular intelligence processing of the Bureau and coordinating the operations of the Bureau; while the No. 2 Intelligence Officer, Winfield, only has one head left, so his job is to cooperate with [Adam] Crisis issue handling and intelligence review of some complexity.

Winfield is now in charge of the interrogation section of the Bureau.

Turs looked at the blond young man with a serious face and an upright look.

A question arises unconsciously in my heart: Isn’t Tianguo’s usual style the villain in everyone’s eyes...

But he also muttered this in his heart, after all, he was now a member of the Kingdom of Heaven.

Dong dong dong——

While the two were chatting, the Moon Rabbit appeared at the right time, and she respectfully walked up to Xia Xiu and Turs.

"Report to the director, this is the list of all the information provided about Gruba Broken Bones." The Moon Rabbit handed the information obtained from the interrogation department to Xia Xiu.

"Yes." Xia Xiu smiled at the Moon Rabbit, then took the information handed over by the other party and began to carefully read through the documents in his hand.

"There are quite a few races involved, including halflings, kobolds, goblins, and some believers related to the gods..." He whispered while reading, "Among the so-called eight major families in the Whisper Square, there are also Some of them are unclear about the person who caused the vomiting."

"Yes, and the emetics will definitely become more vigilant when they find out that there are two less secret cult attendants here. They will probably tighten their supplies during this period. Moreover, the Whispering Plaza and other alien races may have heard of your arrival. After hearing the news, they began to intentionally or unintentionally intend to whitewash their own business, and the emetics also began to intentionally cut off their sales channels."

Bright Moon Rabbit closely followed Xia Xiu's analysis and further sorted out the situation based on her understanding and observation of the current situation.

The increased vigilance of the Emetic Cult and adjustments to sales channels, as well as other alien races' attempts to launder business, are all direct responses to current threat perceptions and countermeasures.

"It's a bit late to clear up my name now." The director of the Administration responded calmly and coldly, his golden eyes flashing with an edge that could not be ignored, "With dogs like the Vomitizer and the Skaven Clan unable to change their habit of eating shit, It can’t be washed away at all.”

"Moreover, their secret medicine industry has formed a complex market system, and every link is closely connected to maintain the operation of the secret medicine market in Whisper Alley. The knowledge and ability of the Emetic Secret Cult, the Skaven Clan The resources and network of the Werewolf family, the management of the secret followers, and the direct role of the communicators all together constitute such a black market economy."

Xia Xiu casually swiped in the air, and [Adam's] screen projection appeared in the void, with a thought diagram constructed from his thoughts written on the screen.

The thinking diagram is about the planning of the upper, middle and lower reaches of the black market economy of Whisper Square.

[Upstream: raw materials and production]

The Secret Cult of Emetics: As the original creator and main manufacturer of the secret medicine, the Secret Cult of Emetics is at the top of this industry chain. They not only master the formula and production technology of the secret medicine, but are also responsible for the collection and processing of raw materials. In this segment, members of the secret cult use their knowledge and magical abilities to create secret elixirs with special effects, providing core products for the entire market.

[Midstream: processing and wholesale]

The Skaven Clan and the Werewolf Clan: These two groups are in the middle of the secret medicine industry chain. They are responsible for the further processing, packaging and wholesale of the secret medicine. Skaven and werewolves use their networks and resources to transform the original secret medicine provided by the Emetic Cult into commercial products on the market, and may also participate in the secondary innovation of the secret medicine and the development of new products.

[Downstream: retail and distribution]

Esoteric Attendants: Esoteric Attendants play the role of bridge and node in this system. They are responsible for introducing midstream products to the final stage of the market. As senior members within the esoteric cult, the attendants are responsible for managing and issuing "communicator" licenses, ensuring that the distribution of secret medicines is in the interests of the esoteric cult and meets the needs of the market.

Communicator: The communicator is the end of the industry chain and directly faces the final consumer. They are responsible for the final retail sale of the secret medicine, delivering the product directly to the hands of users. The disseminator needs the approval and permission of the esoteric attendants, and this mechanism ensures the orderliness and secrecy of the distribution of the esoteric medicine.

"This black market economy must be completely eradicated by the Administration."

Having said this, he paused, turned to look at Turs who was silent and asked:

"Tulsi, what do you think?"

"Me?" Tours didn't expect that Xia Xiu would suddenly name him, so he was stunned for a moment.

However, how could he see it? It was obvious.

"Armed conflicts are inevitable, and to manage the situation we must take action against Whisper Square, the hub of the neighborhood."

Turs's fox ears swayed slightly on his head, seeming to express his thoughts and decisions at the moment. His little face said seriously:

"Now the top-level combat power of the Administration is guaranteed by pillars, so we are not timid about the backers behind the Whispering Square, but at the grassroots level..."

As the saying goes: When a soldier fights a soldier, he will fight a general.

At the level of generals, the Management Bureau now has the fourth sword holder of the Kingdom of Heaven as its backbone, so there is no problem in terms of top-level combat capabilities.

In the command system, there is no problem with Tours and Pansy Jane, coupled with [Adam].

The problem facing the administration now is at the level of soldiers versus soldiers. They lack grassroots and backbone operators, and now there are only a handful of elite officers in the entire administration.

"The newly established administrative task force doesn't even have an official name now." As he spoke, Tours looked at the tall and tall Moon Rabbit.

"The number of the A1 assault team currently led by the elite operator Jiao Yue Rabbit is limited to between 20-30 people, because only this size ensures both the flexibility of the team and sufficient combat effectiveness. If you want To attack the Whispering Square, the size of the task force will be tripled, and a large number of grassroots officers from the Administration will also be transferred out. After all, whether before or after the war, a large number of grassroots personnel are needed to handle administrative matters. Question." The fox-eared boy continued with distressed words.

"It is true that grassroots issues are the main problem that the Administration needs to solve now." Xia Xiu approved Turs' words.

The grassroots officers of the Administration often have to deal with a large number of tasks, but the manpower is tight, resulting in high work pressure and difficulty in allocating time and energy effectively.

This is only a staged grassroots issue - because it does not involve basic indicators such as personal development, social relations, and psychological pressure of grassroots cadres.

The problem of understaffing is now just one issue among many.

"That's why I hope to set up a task force in the management office to divide the related tasks of the Kingdom of Heaven trip, hand over important and urgent tasks to the task force, free the grassroots from heavy and difficult problems, and improve the efficiency of grassroots work. , reduce their work pressure." Xia Xiu sighed.

His administrative philosophy has always been to "better troops and simpler administration".

By streamlining the organization and personnel and improving efficiency and effectiveness, we can optimize the functions of the Administration and improve the governance capabilities of the Administration.

On the premise of ensuring administrative efficiency and service quality, reduce unnecessary administrative levels and personnel, and optimize resource allocation to achieve more efficient operational efficiency.

He has now rationalized and reorganized the existing authority, reducing organizational levels, merging departments with similar or overlapping functions, reducing administrative costs and improving decision-making efficiency.

Try to free grassroots cadres from unnecessary and repetitive work.

However, for the fledgling administration headquarters, time is still far from enough, and there are always more problems than methods.

Therefore, Xia Xiu could only focus on the construction of the task force, first building a strong enough "elite force" to solve a large number of problems.

"The municipal issues in Hell's Kitchen and the Whispering Square will be resolved around midwinter. I will double the number of the task force before the festival and ensure their combat capabilities." Xia Xiu said to Turs.

"You are going to find the other two thornheads," Turs's fox ears stood up straight, and he became interested. "Their political background and code of conduct are very difficult to deal with,"

"Didn't you give me the list of personnel of the task force, and now you are causing trouble with me?" Xia Xiu glanced at Tours speechlessly.

"Don't look at me like that. Although they are troublesome, they are indeed rare talents." Tours replied immediately.

"It is indeed a rare talent to read information, but their purpose of contacting the Administration is very impure." Xia Xiu recalled the files of the two preparatory elite operators that Turs handed to him.

"A traitor to the Mechanical Church of the Daevite Empire, a subjugated member of Valhalla, and a patient with strange hoof disease..."

He rubbed his brows and continued:

"You and Pansy Jane are responsible for controlling the affairs of Hell's Kitchen and Whispering Square, and the command of the A1 team has been temporarily handed over to you two. I now need to make contact with the first target to see what they want. "

"Yeah." Turs and Moon Rabbit nodded at the same time.

A twisted [Mobius strip] appeared in front of Xia Xiu.

The next moment, ripples occurred in the space, and his figure completely disappeared from the sight of the two people.

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Rich Robert's day began in an ordinary house in Hell's Kitchen. This is a place that is very different from the impression of the outside world. It is full of chaos and danger.

Jingle bells, bells, bells—

The sound of the alarm bell is like the first bugle sound every morning, announcing the beginning of a new day.

His movements were a little slow, and the fatigue from last night had not completely dissipated.

He vigorously slapped the crystals off his right robotic arm. This was [ore disease], but he was different from ordinary ore disease patients.

As a mechanic of one of the Three Mechanical Churches [Maxwell's Church], he can use a mechanical arm to transfer the internal organs and ore particles in the circulatory system to his arm. Although this does not cure his illness, it greatly slows down the disease. His pain.

After rubbing his groggy eyes, Li Xi got out of bed and started the morning washing ritual. On his exposed left hand, there was a line of time record - [175, 320:20:56].

The time scale that represents life is constantly decreasing. Li Xi still has 175,320 hours of life left. He can clearly watch the passage of his life.

"Gululu——"

The light blue mouthwash flowed away in the white porcelain basin, and the cool feeling on the inner wall of his mouth gradually dispelled his sleepiness, making him finally wake up.

After groping in the closet, he took out a black uniform of the Authority, which was a symbol of his status as a member of the Authority and was also part of his daily life.

When the curtains were opened, warm yellow sunlight suddenly poured into the room, filling the entire space with the coolness of the morning and a hint of warmth.

In the room, dozens of books and notes, large and small, were neatly arranged on the bookshelf at the foot of the bed.

The semicircular spines of the books reflected a row of bright spots, gently stimulating his eyes.

Today he was so happy that he dug out the fairy tale book he brought from the Daevite Empire - this book should have been burned by the empire's firefighters with "451" carved on their heads, but his parents kept it , and used it as a children's enlightenment book for his son.

In Daeva, the government prohibits other civilians from owning books, spreading the word among the people that the possession of books and knowledge by ordinary citizens will lead to misfortune and inequality.

Only the subjects of His Majesty the Great Hanged King can obtain knowledge, only the servants of the four masked lords can obtain knowledge, only citizens authorized by the government can obtain knowledge, and only students authorized by the Atlas can obtain knowledge.

All that remains is to contribute their 'timescales' to the empire's six 'Books of Time'.

The mission of the citizens of the empire is just like the poem widely circulated in the capital of science and technology of the empire - [City that Never Sleeps]:

"The surface of the sunless sea,

Can't reflect the dim sky.

The unrisen dark star rules here,

Repeated meaningless echoes.

No one knows when this city was built.

The bones of countless sins are its foundation.

People dance crazy dances involuntarily,

Because all living beings have to play a defined role.

For those beings beyond mortal cognition,

We die and are reborn, then die again.

Our king squirms and twists on his throne,

Before his authority we offer sin sacrifices,

The thing he serves is blood (time); the person he serves is named the Hanged King.

So that you can suffocate with bliss on his puppet string. 』

In the Daevite Empire, the job of firefighters was not to put out fires but to burn houses containing books.

They are the butchers who eliminate dissent and stifle freedom of thought.

[A long time ago, in a remote and mysterious forest, there lived a hardworking mole named Timo. Timo is different from other moles. He has a dream - to create a secret garden of his own. 】

"Mole..." Richie Robert said to himself as he touched the lifelike paintings in this book.

Mole, this is the code name he gave himself in the Bureau.

When a mole reaches adulthood, its eyes are sunken deep under its skin, and its vision is completely degraded. In addition, it often does not see the sun and is not used to sunlight. Once exposed to sunlight for a long time, the central nervous system will be confused, various organs will be disordered, and even death.

When in danger, it screams to scare the enemy, and then waits for an opportunity to escape. The sound is like the chirping of cicadas and birds.

Because it likes to dig holes, damages crops, and is harmful to agriculture, it is called a pest.

This is an introduction to the mole, which is the derogatory name for the citizens of the Daeva Empire by the Atlas, just as the Oletin Empire calls the citizens of the lower world the Gray People.

The Atlases of the Daevite Empire also disdainfully called their people - moles.

Knowledge is light, and I have lived in a "lightless country" where books have been burned since I was a child.

Once you reach adulthood, you no longer have access to knowledge.

The sad barriers of heart, the sad cognitive barriers, the sad ignorant thoughts...

It was firmly embedded in Mole's mind.

"Ignorant in life, ridiculous in death."

Rich Robert put the books back to their original place. Every time he looked at this fairy tale, his eyes flashed with a trace of imperceptible anger.

He hates the Hanged King, hates the lightless country Daeva, hates the Atlases in the Nightless City, hates the Gear Orthodox Church that prohibits the spread of knowledge...

He is a mole, but he is not a mole.

He wants to find fire for the lightless country.