Chapter 803

While zorg was thinking, the boy looked at him curiously.

"Is there any trouble?"

The boy asked excitedly.

"Not yet..."

Zorg murmured, opening the data board again and pressing the delete button.

"Can you drive?"

He looked at the boy.

"Can I?"

Ike jumped up excitedly, and zorg waved his hand gently to dispel his enthusiasm for Fang.

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

Zorg handed each other a card and the boy ran away.

He stood silently for a long time and took two deep breaths.

Ike was asked to pick up the car because he knew that the bastard diongo must have sent someone to watch near the car he came to, but they didn't know he had a second car.

Ike won't get their attention.

Two minutes later, the brakes sounded and zorg turned and ran towards the back of the alley.

A black limousine has been parked and the rear door has been opened. In it sits DAG moody, one of zorg's bodyguards, "iron bear", a former non commissioned officer of katachan. His troops were completely destroyed in World War I. He was the only one who survived, but he also stayed in the star refugee camp for a long time because of injury, and finally settled here to become a mercenary.

As for how he became zorg's bodyguard, that's another story.

"Go."

Getting into the car, zorg immediately ordered to leave.

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

The drivers of other cars seem more willing to make way for the bad car.

In the bulletproof glass protected passenger area, zorg, sitting in the leather seat, leaned forward and said to the boy:

"Don't drive too fast. I don't want to attract attention. Try to keep a low profile. Moreover, no matter how you drive this car, you can't drive fast. It won't help you break any speed record."

"Yes, boss."

DAG, who was beside him, poured two glasses of wine and drank one of his own.

The boy in the driver's seat smiled and released the gear, making the speed slow down a little.

Zorg ignored the wine the bodyguard poured him, opened the data board and looked at the city map.

"Turn left at the next intersection, and then drive along the tunnel to brass square."

"But in that case... We'll drive to the cold port."

"Just follow the orders."

Then zorg leaned back in his chair and began to think about the next action. He remembered very clearly that soshyan had a conversation with himself before Nathan IV left.

"You only need to collect information about the movements of red pirates as much as possible. As for the importance, it's up to you to judge. I know it's a very dangerous job, so I won't 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, soshyang in robes gave himself a Rune Stone.

"This is prepared for you by your master. In case of major danger, it can save your life, but it can only be used once. You must consider it."

After receiving the Rune Stone, zorg was convinced that it was the work of his master.

Then it means that Iskander Kayan, the former traitor of the Empire and the main figure of the Black Legion, once again betrayed his forces.

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

"In addition, when establishing an intelligence network, you can also run your own business. I said, I will give you freedom. Don't go too far."

The commander of the Imperial War said, pausing for a moment, as if considering words.

"You may be able to establish a secret trade (smuggling) route. If you need a ronin license, I will find a way. The War Regiment is developing at a high speed and needs a lot of resources, and there are many things in the warehouse that are difficult to deal with openly. Do you... Understand my idea?"

"I understand."

Although zorg said so at that time, it was not so easy to change from a spy to a "white glove".

Thinking of this, zorg not only sighed, but put aside his complicated thoughts and began to close his eyes.

About forty minutes later, they arrived at their destination.

Zorg asked ike to park at the corner of ghost Avenue and walked into the cold night.

"You just stay here."

He said to the boy seriously:

"Don't get into any trouble."

Then he turned and was ready to follow his bodyguard.

"I'll go alone."

"Are you armed?"

As soon as the bodyguard spoke, zorg

I realized I didn't bring it, so I shook my head.

Dag then took a katachan dagger from his waist and handed it to zorg.

"Just in case."

Zorg nodded his thanks and left.

In San tiaro, the cold port reminds people that even in a "free" place like this, there are deep class differences.

The core of the city is located in the governor's office and the exchange. The periphery is surrounded by downtown and rich residential areas. There are security forces, security forces, heating and protection in the urban area, which is like a safe and comfortable microcosm.

There, people enjoy rights that most imperial citizens do not have.

But beyond this, there are large areas isolated from this.

There are many collapsed and rotten urban areas, dilapidated buildings and unlit houses abandoned for thousands of years, as well as unattended streets, which breed crime. The guard can't control here. Their jurisdiction is only the urban area.

In a sense, this is even a biped zoo, a barbaric area around civilization, which also reminds zorg of the Empire itself to a certain extent - a terrorist reality that is unknown or people don't want to know outside the fertile core.

It was raining and snowing, and the air was cold and humid

, he walked onto the sidewalk full of garbage.

514 ghost street is a dark and terrible old building, but there is a light on the sixth floor.

Zorg walked in 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. When he came to the third floor, the music sounded. At first glance, it sounds like some kind of dance music.

Then the old record clattered and pulled up like a ghost singing.

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

The music grew louder, coming from the record player in the room he was about to enter.

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

Zorg

He came into the room with a knife in his hand.

There was nothing in the room, either on the floor or on the peeling walls. The gramophone was placed on a pile of old books, making a soft sound of music.

There is a lamp in the corner, which is emitting a ghost like purple light towards the room.

"Anyone?"

Suddenly,

A figure came out of the nearby bathroom.

"Code?"

"The remaining fire will go out and there will be no Wang Ying."

Zorg told the secret code he had set with Patricia many years ago.

Then the figure looked relaxed, and then an old man in rags and dirty civilian clothes came into the room.

He was short and small, carrying a pistol of a strange model.

Zorg raised his eyebrows and it was the old thing.

"How do you dress up?"

The old man went to the phonograph and played another record. It was a cheerful old song. It was preceded by a burst of orchestral music. The lyrics were full of commitment and regret.

"Do you think everyone can be like you, can sit on the warm sofa and guide the country."

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

Zorg put the knife away.

"Come on, why did you suddenly find me?"

The old man looked at him.

"You know, someone put a lot of effort into building an intelligence network to monitor the vortex."

"That's right."

"I'm a member of the network. Although I don't know who you serve, I guess our position may be the same."

"The point is."

"The point is, recently we found a frightening fact that the great vortex is surging with a fierce force, my friend."

Zorg felt a little impatient. He didn't come to listen to the truth.

"Who should I pay attention to? I'm not a judge. What does the vortex have to do with me..."

"Two nights ago, one of my contacts intercepted a signal from the star language Hall of the governor's office, which was originally sent to the headquarters of the second red pirate detachment."

Zorg blinked in surprise.

The old man took out a small crystal from his coat pocket. The crystal reflected purple light.

"The data are stored in this crystal. We sacrificed the lives of two star whisperers to intercept and store the information, give it to the master you serve, and tell them that Huron and Abaddon have hooked up. Let them be careful."