Chapter 562

"No."

Zorg shook his head and sat down on a metal box.

Then he leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, put his hands together, and the knife was gone.

"No, you're wrong."

Edsson felt his heart pounding against his chest. He wanted to rush to the door, screaming and shouting that there was an enemy Infiltrator.

But then he thought of the man in the red uniform, who could easily change his voice.

So he looked up at the unknown guy, and zorg looked at him - calm, expressionless, waiting silently.

With a low hum, edsson turned his head to one side and remembered the fear that had slowly formed in his heart when he first provided data to each other.

Although edsson's position is low, it is not simple because he is responsible for recording the navigation data and route scheduling of astat transports.

Then his daughter was ill and her life line was bleak.

At that time, Edson looked around. It was cold and dark all around. His modest salary could not support expensive treatment at all.

Until the mysterious man found him and gave him a glimmer of hope.

Edsson turned his head, looked up at his eyes that would never see through, took a deep breath and spit.

Zorg shook his head slowly.

"I have never lied to you. What we are talking about, the plans we have made - and the commitments I have made, your daughter will not only be completely treated, but also the genetic diseases inherited in your family will be removed."

Edsson lowered his hands and tried to breathe more air. He wanted to stand up and grab zorg's neck.

He's going to kill him, here and now.

So he began to get up, his limbs trembling.

"Listen to me, Edson."

Zorg said, raising his hands and spreading them to both sides.

"Don't be so impulsive."

When edsson tried to stand up straight, cramped pain flashed through his body.

He failed to get up and knelt on one knee again.

Air came in and out of his mouth, and Edson closed his eyes tightly, with sweat on his forehead.

Slowly, he felt the pain in his chest better, but he still didn't move.

"Who the hell are you?"

The question had been asked before he wanted to take it back, although he had no hope of getting an answer.

"I believed your words. I gave you all the data I could get from my duty. All this is because I believe your words. I believe you are just an intelligence dealer."

Zorg shook his head with a look of regret on his face.

"Edsson -"

"But you deceived me! You are by no means an intelligence dealer!"

Growled Edson, who gasped and felt tears running down his face.

"You are a heretic! A chaotic believer!"

"I don't know where you can see that I look like a chaotic believer, but I assure you that we are not so degenerate. Maybe you can't understand my work at present, but in the future -"

He paused. Edsson looked up and saw that the regret in zorg's eyes had disappeared,

"You can't fool me. I remember that time very clearly. You directly became my boss and swaggered into his office."

Edsson shook his head, but a chill spread all over him with zorg's words.

"Think of your daughter. She's still alive, and she wants you to be alive."

Edsson said nothing. He couldn't say anything. Only a voice hovered in his head.

Zorg tilted his head as if he were listening.

Then he reached out and took out an old data board from a pocket on his thigh and opened it.

The screen was broken and stained with fingerprints, but the image on it still stunned edsong: a small face with black curly hair and black eyes widened nervously.

As Edson watched, the girl glanced around, as if to confirm something.

He felt his eyes tingling and his throat choking.

"Look."

Zorg whispered, while on the screen, one hand reached into the image, palm up, as if asking for something.

Edson watched his daughter put a small piece of fabric into the palm of her hand.

The next second, the hand pulled back and the image was cut off.

Edsson looked up at zorg. He held out a hand, on which lay a piece of fabric.

He reached for the small piece of fabric and stared at it for a while.

When he raised his head, he could feel the cold expanding under his skin again. He was stunned for a second before he spoke.

"What do you want from me this time?"

Zorg nodded. He didn't smile and his face was expressionless.

"In two days, a cargo ship named Kesong will arrive in planetary orbit, and then a batch of cargo will arrive in chaodu."

"What's in there?"

"It's not good for you to know so much."

Edsson snorted:

"Is this what you want or what you fear?"

"Good, good."

Said zorg, with a sudden smile.

"I remember why I came to you. You're always so smart, but now you have to listen to me."

The mysterious man's face stopped smiling - his expression was heavy and his eyes didn't blink.

Edsson felt that he could not look away, and his face was suddenly far from friendly.

"Next, you will receive a signal composed of a single keyword. When you hear that word, you must make sure that the goods will no longer be checked. I know you can modify the safety data, right?"

"That's it?"

Ed Thornton paused.

"And then?"

"Then there will be no more. We won't find you again. You will be reunited with your daughter. Everyone regards nothing as happening."

There was a moment of silence, and ED took a deep breath of relief.

"I still want to know what's in there?"

Gazorge's eyes looked as if they were glowing.

"If you know, you will never have peace in the future. Are you sure you want to know?"

Edsson breathed a sigh, although it didn't mean ease.

He wants to close his eyes and fall into the world of sleep and dreams, where the road in front of him does not exist - in that world he does not need to make this choice.

A choice, said a voice in the cold core of his mind.

Never had a choice.

"When exactly?"

"I'll send it to you later."

Zorg stood up, handed a small signal receiver to each other and walked to the open door.

"Don't worry, don't worry, my friend -"

Said the mysterious man, his hand on the latch.

"You're on the right side."