The Emperor’s Angel of Death

As Sorge was thinking, the boy looked at him curiously.

"Any trouble?"

The boy asked excitedly.

"Not yet..."

Sorge murmured, opening the data pad again and pressing the delete button.

"Can you drive?"

He looked at the boy.

"Can I?"

Ike jumped up in excitement, and Sorge waved his hand gently, dispelling the other's enthusiasm.

"Go to the parking lot and find me a car, a black limousine, and tell them I asked you to pick up the car. You take this and drive to the back."

Sorge handed him a card, and the boy ran away.

He stood there silently, stood for a while, and took two deep breaths.

Ike was asked to pick up the car because he knew that the **** Diango must have sent someone to stare at the car he came from, but they didn't know that he had a second car.

Ike won't get their attention.

Two minutes later, the brakes rang and Sorge turned and ran towards the back of the alley.

A black limousine has been parked, and the rear door is open. Inside is one of Sorge’s bodyguards, Dag Moody the "Iron Bear", a former Katachan sergeant, whose troops were all in World War I. After the army was annihilated, he was the only one who survived, but he stayed in the planetary 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 was another story.

"go."

Getting into the car, Sorge ordered to leave immediately.

The black car immediately began to drive along the avenue under the street lights, and traversed smoothly in the sparse traffic, changing lanes from time to time.

Drivers of other cars seem to be more willing to give way to this unwelcome car.

In the passenger area protected by bullet-proof glass, Sorge sitting in a leather seat leaned forward and said to the boy:

"Don't drive too fast, I don't want to be conspicuous, try to keep a low profile, and no matter how you drive this car, it won't drive fast. It won't help you break any speed record."

"Understood, boss."

Dag beside him poured two glasses of wine and drank his own.

The boy in the driving seat smiled and let go of the gear, so that the speed dropped a little, and also a little bit.

Sorge ignored the wine the bodyguard poured him, opened the data board, and checked the city map.

"Turn left at the next intersection and drive along the tunnel to Brass Square."

"But in this case...then we will drive to Lenggang District."

"You just follow the order."

Then Sorge leaned on the chair and began to think about the next action. He still remembered clearly the conversation that Soshyan had with himself before leaving on Nathan Four.

"You only need to collect as much information as possible on 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, 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, gave himself a rune.

"This is what your master prepared for you. Once there is a major danger, it can save your life, but it can only be used once. You must consider it."

After taking the runestone, Sorge was convinced that it was his master's work.

It also means that Iskander Kayan, the former traitor of the Empire and the main character of the Black Legion, has once again betrayed his power.

Thinking of this, Sorge not only smiled bitterly, he didn't know if his master was really unlucky or was rebellious by nature.

"Also, when establishing an intelligence network, you can also run your own business. As I said, I will give you freedom. Just don't do too much."

The imperial battle commander said, paused for a moment, and seemed to be considering words.

"You may be able to establish a secret trade (smuggling) route. If you need a business ronin license, I will find a way. The battle group is developing at a high speed and requires a lot of resources, and there are many things that cannot be handled publicly in the warehouse. Stuff, you...understand what I mean?"

"I see."

Although Sorge said so at the time, it is not so easy to change from a spy to a "white glove".

Thinking of this, Sorge not only let out a light sigh, temporarily put aside his complicated thoughts, and began to close his eyes and rest his mind.

After about forty minutes, they arrived at their destination.

Sorge asked Ike to park his car on the corner of the Ghost Avenue and walked into the cold night by himself.

"You stay here."

He said to the boy solemnly:

"Don't cause any trouble."

Then he turned to the bodyguard who was about to follow him.

"I will go alone."

"Have you brought a weapon?"

When the bodyguard opened his mouth, Sorge

Realizing that he didn't bring it, he shook his head.

Dag then took a Katachan dagger from his waist and handed it to Sorge.

"just in case."

Sorge nodded in gratitude, and then left.

In San Tiaro, the cold port area reminds people that there are profound class differences even in "free" places like this.

The city’s core is located at the Governor’s Mansion and the Exchange. The periphery is surrounded by downtown areas and affluent residential areas. There are security forces, guards, heating, and protection in the urban area, just like a safe and comfortable microcosm.

There, people enjoyed rights that most imperial citizens did not have.

But outside this place, there are large areas isolated from this.

There are fragments of collapsed and decaying urban areas, dilapidated buildings and unlit houses that have been abandoned for millennia, as well as unattended streets, and crimes breed. The guards can’t control this area. Their jurisdiction is only Urban area only.

In a sense, this is even a biped zoo, a savage area surrounding civilization. This also reminds Sorge to a certain extent of the empire itself—outside the rich core area, it is an unpopular area. The horrible reality that people know or don’t want to know.

There was sleet and rain in the sky, and the air was cold and humid

, He walked onto the sidewalk full of garbage.

514 Ghost Street is a dark and terrifying old building, but there are lights on on the sixth floor.

Sorge walked in with his body low. The hall smelled of damp carpet and mold. There were no lights in the hall, but he found the stairs with the help of hundreds of candles lit in various bottles.

There was a lot of smoke in the yellow light, and when he walked to the third floor, music sounded. At first it sounds like some kind of dance music.

Then the old record made a clicking sound, pulling up and pulling like a ghost singing.

On the sixth floor of the top floor, plaster fragments were scattered on the worn carpet, and rodents squeaked in the shadows.

The music sounded louder, and the sound of music came from the record player in the room he was about to walk into.

The door was half open, and the purple light was much brighter than the candlelight downstairs.

Sorge

Holding the handle of the knife in his hand, he walked into the room.

There was nothing in the room, whether it was on the floor or on the peeling walls. The phonograph was placed on a pile of old books, making soft music.

There is a light in the corner, glowing like a ghostly purple light towards the room.

"anyone there?"

suddenly,

A figure walked out in the bathroom next to it.

"signal?"

"The remaining fire will go out and Wang Ying will not be seen."

Sorge uttered the secret signal he had made with Patricia many years ago.

, And then the figure seemed to relax a little, and then an old man in ragged clothes in dirty civilian clothes walked into the room.

He is very short and very small, holding a pistol of an unfamiliar model.

When Sorge raised his eyebrows, it turned out to be the old thing.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

The old man walked to the gramophone and played another record. It was a cheerful old song, prelude to a burst of orchestral music, and the lyrics were full of promise and regret.

"Do you think everyone can be like you, sitting on a big warm sofa and pointing the country."

"Ha, you said I'm like a playboy."

Sorge put away the knife.

"Let's talk about it, why did you find me all of a sudden."

The old man looked at him.

"You know, someone has spent a lot of effort setting up an intelligence network to monitor the Maelstrom."

"Yes."

"I am a member of the Internet. Although I don't know who you serve, I guess our position may be the same. UU看书www.uukanshu.com"

"The point is."

"The point is, recently we discovered a frightening fact that a fierce force is surging in the Maelstrom, my friend."

Sorge felt a little impatient, he didn't come to listen to the truth.

"Then who should I pay attention to? I am not a judge. How does Maelstrom have anything to do with me..."

"Two nights ago, a contact of mine intercepted a signal sent from the Stellar Hall of the Governor's Mansion. This signal was originally sent to the headquarters of the Red Pirate Second Squadron."

Sorge blinked in surprise.

The old man took out a small crystal from his coat pocket, the crystal reflecting purple light.

"Data is stored in this crystal. We intercepted the information and stored it at the expense of the lives of two Star Whispers, and gave it to the host you served, telling them that Huron and Abaddon hooked up and let They are careful."

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