Twenty Seven Years

"I know you have some background, otherwise it would be impossible to enter our Bash inspection team as a Brexi, but this does not mean that you will be able to walk sideways here in the future. You'd better tell me less Do more, or if there is any dereliction of duty or trouble for me, I will kick you out immediately, understand?!"

"clear!"

  In the inspection team, Clark, who had just received the inspection team uniform, was being lectured by the captain.

His father's friend is indeed quite capable. Although the relationship between the Bash people and the Blesi people is very tense at the moment, they still came forward to get Clark into the inspection team for the sake of their former friendship, and as he wished, he was in charge of Peace Street and Patrol work in surrounding neighborhoods.

The captain of the Heping Street inspection team disliked the Bresci people, especially Clark, who once stood up and ruined their good deeds when they retaliated against the owner of the Tobacco Hotel on Heping Street: "The previous story will be changed for the time being, come with me, Back to Heping Street."

  Clark held the spear and saluted the captain: "Yes!"

  The two left the inspection team and rushed towards Heping Street. During the period, the patrol teams encountered in various blocks were released after showing their IDs and two identities.

   "I didn't expect it to be so strict. It's all my own people and I have to check." Clark followed the captain and just parted with the inspection team.

   "Who can be sure that it's not a rebellious party in disguise? If there is an omission in the responsible block, three heads won't be enough for you." The road was really boring, and the captain ignored Clark's sigh.

"Too…"

   "Stand aside!" The sharp-eyed captain suddenly shouted, pulled Clark to the side of the road, and stood in line.

   When Clark came to his senses, four armed men in dark gray uniforms escorted a man in a hood and walked towards them.

  Seeing that the captain kept his eyes straight and puffed out his chest, Clark quickly followed suit.

  Until a group of people passed by them, Clark asked in a low voice: "Are they..."

   "The scavengers are responsible for suppressing revolutionaries." The captain said.

   "Scavenger..." Clark couldn't help looking carefully at the man who couldn't see his face, "Then the man they're holding is a revolutionary?"

   "Who knows." The captain didn't care, and continued on his way, waiting to meet up with other subordinates.

  Clark had a thought to rescue the revolutionary: "Shouldn't we check them?"

   "That's a scavenger!" The captain emphasized.

"But they may also be disguised by revolutionaries. If we don't investigate, doesn't it mean that they can move around in Winterhold at will?" Clark didn't expect that the scavengers had such a high status, and ordinary inspection teams could only detour when they saw them. .

"Then let me remind you one more thing. In the future, if you meet scavengers on the road, unless they ask you for help, you must not step forward to interfere with their actions." The captain warned as he walked, "As for whether they are pretending , then don’t care about our business, if there is a problem, it will be resolved internally by the scavenger.”

   "Understood..." Clark turned his head and looked deeply at the hooded revolutionary.

  He really wanted to save that person, but unfortunately he doesn't have such ability at all now.

  He has already learned the lesson of recklessly saving people, and he knows that the overall situation is the most important thing, and there are still tasks that require his cooperation more.

   "Let's go, let's go, there's nothing to see." The captain urged.

   "Understood." Clark turned around and followed the captain to Heping Street.

  —

   July 24th, early morning

  Heping Street, Tavern

  Virac, Vladislav, Arseni, Victor, Quentin, Connie, Stuart, Oscar, a total of eight comrades had breakfast together and began to assign their respective tasks.

"Comrade Verak, let me do the work of finding a way to get in touch with Comrade Clark. I have a slight relationship with the captain of the inspection team. If Comrade Clark really joins the inspection team, I am the most suitable person to contact him." Kun After a night of deliberation, Ting decided to be responsible for getting in touch with Clark, "I will leave the aftermath of the mission to Connie, Stuart, and Oscar. You and Comrades Vladislav and Arseni are sensitive, so we will Stay in the tavern."

  Vladislav and Arseni looked at each other, a little helpless.

  The reason they applied to come to Heping Street is to be able to do activities, but this is still the patrol area of ​​Winterhold after all, and it is really unrealistic to go out to perform tasks.

   "...Okay." Verak didn't force himself to do something, "Then it will be hard for you."

   "Let's go." Stuart looked at Connie and Oscar sitting beside him.

"Um."

"Um."

  The three of them took the lead to get rid of the tavern and terminate the mission.

"The tavern will open soon, let's stop sitting here and go back to the cubicle." Verak took Vladislav and Arseni back to the cubicle to talk, so as not to be recognized by the drinkers later .

  Quentin planned to go out later to look for the patrol team to see if Clark had successfully broken into it.

   But before he could go out, the captain of the inspection team brought Clark and six or seven subordinates to the tavern.

   "Mr. Quentin." The captain greeted Quentin with a smile.

   "Why did it take you so long to come, I've been waiting for you these days." Quentin glanced at Clark beside the captain, and felt relieved.

   "Isn't it busy in the past few days, otherwise I would definitely come here every day for a drink."

   "This is not called rubbing. It is my honor that you can come to my tavern." Quentin pretended to flatter, "Victor, take two bottles of Imbit to the compartment."

   "Okay." Victor left quickly.

  The captain of the inspection team pointed to Clark next to him: "I really didn't expect that your friend has a lot of connections and can sneak into our inspection team."

  Quentin smiled: "His father had some good friends in Winterhold during his lifetime, and it's normal for him to be taken care of. Coincidentally, you were planning to arrest him a few days ago, but now he's a colleague."

   "Yeah, this can be regarded as acquaintance." The captain of the inspection team hugged Clark and said.

   "My friend is new here, it's not easy to make a living, and I will trouble you a lot in the future. Come, let's talk in the cubicle." Quentin deliberately took the captain of the inspection team to the cubicle adjacent to Verak and the others.

   "Sit down and have a drink, Clark, come together." The captain of the inspection team called the other subordinates to sit outside and drink, and he took Clark and Quentin into the cubicle and sat down.

   "Clark, can't you have a drink with your captain?" Quentin took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for the patrol captain and Clark.

   "Yes." Clark raised his glass, "Captain."

  The captain of the inspection team clinked a glass with Clark with a smile on his face: "I found that Clark is actually not good at words. You have to thank Mr. Quentin for his help that day, otherwise..."

  Quentin nodded and said: "He does more than he says. You can rest assured that he will be used in the future. He will not let you down."

   "I'm not worried about this, come, drink." The captain of the inspection team didn't care about the nonsense, unable to hide his greed, he took a sip from the wine glass.

While the captain of the inspection team closed his eyes and felt the aroma of the wine, Quentin and Clark looked at each other: "Clark finally found a decent job, and it happened to be under your command. Today we have to celebrate. Just these two small bottles of wine must be Not enough, Clark, you go to Victor and ask him to bring a few more bottles."

  Clark knew that this was an opportunity Quentin deliberately created for himself, and immediately said, "I'll get it."

   "You don't need to be so polite, this wine is expensive, just drink a little." The captain of the inspection team waved his hand in a pretentious manner.

   "Don't worry about the wine, it's enough for today." Quentin raised his chin at Clark, and Clark left the cubicle without stopping.

  Outside the cubicle, Victor is waiting.

   Without waiting for Clark to ask, he silently opened the door of the adjacent compartment and made a gesture of please.

  Clark turned his head to look and saw Verak, Vladislav, and Arseni sitting inside, so he quickly stepped in and sat down.

   "Shut up." Victor closed the door and walked away as if nothing had happened.

   "What's the situation?" Afraid of being heard by the patrol captain next door, Clark suppressed his voice and looked at the three of them in doubt.

   "Our plan has changed..." Verak told Clark about the decision made last night, "...I'm sorry to trouble you, I managed to sneak into the inspection team and find a way to get out."

  After hearing what happened, Clark was silent for a long time: "Have you thought about what I should do after I go to Xiling City?"

  Verak shook his head: "This has not yet been formulated."

"You also know that I came to Bash mainly to teach you Bash, and I don't have a special focus like Quentin and Oscar. I think that if there is no place that needs me in Xiling City, then I will Just stay here and continue to serve as an eyeliner." It is not easy to break into the inspection team, and Clark thinks that since the sub-station will come back sooner or later, it is more valuable for him to hide in the inspection team.

   "But everyone else will go, leaving you alone..."

   "If I stay here, as a patrol team, I can help a bunch of settlers on Peace Street."

"There is one most critical issue. I am considering adjusting the development policy of the substation. If this matter is settled, we will put Winterhold at the end to enter. In that case, you don't know how long you will stay in Winterhold "Verak said, "And I think your value is much higher than that of an undercover patrol soldier, staying here is a waste of your ability."

   "I don't have much ability." Clark smiled ashamedly.

   "Don't underestimate yourself. You just need to rediscover your position and give full play to your ability in the sub-station. It's not that you can't do anything." Verac is really optimistic about Clark.

   "Understood, it will follow your arrangement." Clark accepted.

  Verak glanced at the time on his watch: "Is the inspection team keeping a close eye on you? Do you have any difficulty leaving Winterhold?"

"There shouldn't be any difficulty. I'll just go out with the ID of the inspection team during the rest time. But once I go out, this identity will be completely discarded." Clark still felt a pity. arrived.

   "That's fine. You will continue to work in the patrol team first, and I will notify you when it is time to evacuate." Verak's mind has another thing.

   "Yeah." Clark changed the subject, "Really... can this be the only way to arrange it?"

"…Yes."

"When I went back to Heping Street with the inspection team leader last night, I bumped into a group of sweepers. They escorted a hooded revolutionary and swaggered past us. The inspection team leader said that they have no authority The people who track down the scavenger, so in a sense, just wearing the clothes of the scavenger means that you can walk freely in Winterhold... I don't know if this clue is useful to us, I just mention it, I hope It can help the substation," Clark said.

  Vladislav said: "You mean, let's get some scavenger clothes, so that we can move freely in Winterhold, right?"

   "Yes, the scavengers have a high status. They have the right to mobilize people from the patrol team to assist them, but the patrol team is not even qualified to step forward to check their identities..."

"We've known about this for a long time." Vladislav shook his head slightly, "It's not difficult to get clothes, but is it really that simple? The leader of the scavengers is Maxim, and he won't leave such obvious clothes in vain." An omission, waiting for us to break the game."

   "Do you think this is a trap?" Clark actually thought about this possibility.

   "Nine times out of ten."

"Judging from Maxim's methods, he really doesn't seem like someone who would make such low-level mistakes. We must also be cautious in our actions... However, this is just our guess. Maybe Maxim is Baimi. Yishu has given us a chance to perform well. Then I hope we can seize this opportunity and fight a beautiful counterattack." Verak has seen too many strange things, so he did not arbitrarily say that this must be a trap, "You can inquire more about this matter in the past few days. If necessary, we will hold a meeting to discuss the feasibility."

   "Understood." Clark took the task.

  Verak looked at the time on his watch: "You've been out long enough, hurry up and go back with the wine, so as not to be suspicious."

   "Yeah." Clark stood up.

   "We will find another opportunity to contact you, and you can also bring the patrol captain over for a drink." Verak added.

   "Understood." Clark walked out of the cubicle.

  Victor outside the compartment has prepared three bottles of Inbit.

   "Thanks." Clark took the wine and returned to the compartment where Quentin and the captain of the inspection team were.

   "Why did you come back?" Quentin asked first.

   "I went to the toilet by the way." Clark found an excuse while drinking.

   "Okay, let's continue drinking." Quentin helped Clark pass by, raised his glass again, and took a sip with the captain of the inspection team.

   "Clark, come on, you drink too, don't just sit around, we are all acquaintances, what are you doing out of sight." The captain of the inspection team who was drinking said bluntly.

   Quentin, who was able to deal with the patrol captain freely, made a relief: "He doesn't know much about drinking, and it would be a waste to force him such a good wine, let's just drink it."

   "Then we don't care about you, come on, let's drink." The captain of the inspection team wished he could drink more.

   "You drink." Clark tried to blend in.