"What mission?"
"In short, an undercover mission."
Mr. Eaton looked out the window in the corridor. Through the frosted glass, there was only a blur of bright spots:
"The Woodcutter and Fishing Gang, have you ever heard of this organization?"
certainly. Even if he loses his memory, Ed can still hear all kinds of rumors from the streets and newspapers every day:
"I know that it is the largest gang in Silvermist City. I heard that they were originally two gangs and later merged."
"Yes. Most of the Woodcutter Gang are locals. They initially monopolized the river transportation business, especially the timber transportation that relied heavily on river transportation. The Harpoon Gang was established by a group of outsiders in the early days. They have wide connections and can talk about all kinds of religions. words, so it gradually gained a firm foothold in the shipping terminal."
The old man closed his eyes and seemed to be recalling the past: "...Later, they merged together, and from then on, a giant monster in the black zone was born."
"The Woodcutter and Fishing Gang operates an underground blood honey factory in the East District, which continuously provides raw materials for opium dens in other areas. The Bureau of Investigation hopes to remove it."
Blood honey is a highly addictive and precious drug that can be used medically to reduce inflammation of wounds, anesthetize labor pains, and promote wound healing.
This bright red honey comes from a large bee called the "blood weaver" in the New World, which shocked the world by building nests inside animals.
He nodded and continued to listen to Eaton.
"Our informants have already inserted themselves into it and successfully found the location of the underground workshop, but -"
"only?"
"It's not enough to just unplug the factory. We also need to further understand the flow of blood honey, buyers, investors, agents..."
The factory can be rebuilt if it is gone, but once these resources are hit, it will be impossible for the woodcutter and fisherman gang to resume operations in the short term.
Ed agreed deeply: "I understand, so what do you need me to do?"
"According to the informant's report, these evidences were recorded in the account books inside the factory and locked in the safe. I need you to sneak inside and remove the account books before we launch an attack on the underground factory to prevent them from being destroyed by the enemy."
"But why not just ask the informant to get the account books? Or call in a stronger Beyonder to do this, such as Quinn. I guess she can definitely turn the place upside down."
"He is neither an extraordinary person nor has he received lockpicking training. The execution risk is too high. The Bureau must consider the safety of informants, so that more people will be willing to serve us."
"As for the selection issue...the enemy also has our intelligence. They may be familiar with other people's faces, but they won't know you."
That's true...
Judging from what Ed has seen so far, each member is highly identifiable - the sissy, the blond bearded man, the fish-faced monster, and the bandage man. As for Miss Charlotte, she is even less suitable for this kind of infiltration operation. .
Face to face, secrets and specialties all have room to display, so it seems that he is indeed the best candidate for action.
"I understand, how is the time arranged?"
"Three days later in the early morning, the informant will pick you up at the dock and introduce you to work in the factory. The other party will strictly search you. Except for the one-eyed spider, you are not allowed to bring any weapons or suspicious tools, including canes."
"...We will launch the attack before dark in the afternoon. During this period, you will have about 8 hours - to find the account books and cover the escape of the informant."
Three days and eight hours later. Aide estimated that it would not be difficult to avoid revealing his identity for eight hours as long as he had an internal response.
As for opening safes, I know several commonly used mechanical lock structures, which are enough to handle regular models of safes. Even if you can't open the lock, as long as you can prevent the other party from destroying the account books, you can still complete the task.
"No problem, leave it to me."
He accepted the job and said:
"But I need one month's salary in advance, as well as complete information about the Blood Weaver Bee and the Woodcutter and Fishing Gang."
"No problem." Eaton answered simply. "The salary of a regular agent is eight pounds a week, plus an additional two pounds. I will pay you the full forty pounds when I get back."
"Okay, there is nothing else to do for now. If there is any other need, I will apply to you again in the next three days."
Eaton nodded slightly, indicating that Ed could leave, so he returned to the hall along the road.
The salary of forty pounds was unexpectedly high. It was much more than what he earned working hard as a maintenance technician. This amount of money is enough to support a family of five craftsmen in the East District for a whole year. I wonder if this is considered getting rich overnight?
Of course, this money was not used for food, drink and fun. He did not intend to squander it before his death:
The one-eyed spider is the most reliable helper in this operation. He must upgrade its audio processing module and jumping device before the operation begins.
Upgrading the components will inevitably cost money, a better quality dream catcher, as well as smoked crystal and high-strength metal. He reckoned it would be thirty pounds anyway.
At the familiar bar, Quinn was sitting there drinking alone. The white of her exposed right eye was filled with blood red, which was a little scary. It reminded him of Mr. George under the moon.
"You're still drinking after this?" Ed sat next to her.
"Just a commonplace meal."
Quinn didn't look at him, just like Byakuya. When they were drinking, they both liked to stare at the wine cabinet behind the bar, as if thinking about what to drink next.
"Did Eaton assign you a task?"
"yes."
"You don't need to take this risk. As long as we act quickly enough, we can get everything done before the other party destroys the evidence."
"Don't worry, I have an informant covering me. This risk is completely acceptable. What's more, I need to find an opportunity to show my face."
Having said this, Ed smiled, took out an empty glass that was folded upside down, and placed it on the table in front of him:
"Won't you buy me a drink?"
"You're still young." Quinn's face was unmoved.
Lyrea's law prohibits underage drinking, but it's basically a piece of paper. Even the newsboy on the street could enter the bar, sit on a high stool with his feet dangling in the air, and buy a glass of beer with a copper.
"This is outrageous. I can legally kill someone with a gun, but can't I have a drink?"
Ed reached out to grab the bottle, but Quinn grabbed his wrist in mid-air:
"No." She said in a very unusual, calm yet authoritative tone.
"All right."
Ed had no choice but to let go of his hand in dismay and watched as she drank the entire bottle of liquor with her other hand, as if drinking from a clear spring.
After drinking a whole bottle of whiskey, Quinn seemed to be in a better mood. She suggested:
"How about this? If you can come back alive smoothly, I will pour you a glass of good wine with my own hands."
"It's not impossible..."
Hearing this, Ed looked like a bitter melon:
"Well, originally I thought this was a sure thing, but now that you say that, I always feel like I might not be able to come back."
