The crow's nest is filled with the unique slightly fishy smell of whale blubber lubricant, and only those who have stayed here for a long time will not notice it.
In the equipment room, the administrator with a dangerous hairline took a sip of the coffee in the cup, took Ed's application form, picked up the monocle and took a look at it before standing up, rummaging in the warehouse for a while, and finally handed over Give him a small wooden box.
Ed directly opened the box and inspected it. Inside was the one-eyed spider he applied for. Compared with the authentic product of the Royal Society, the quality of the shell and the details of the meshing of the imitation of the Divine Bureau in hand are obviously not as good as Arthur's original one-eyed spider.
But this is not a big problem. You can use the Dream Catcher to reprocess the parts and add additional functional modules.
"By the way, are there any portable and more powerful long-range weapons here?" He asked casually without any hope.
Compared with the existing melee weapon Crystal Arc Blade and the 'Emperor's Blood' fuel bomb that may be equipped in the future, the revolver in his hand can no longer meet the needs of combat.
The administrator sat down holding on to the table and answered perfunctorily without raising his head:
"There may be some new equipment at the headquarters, but your level is not yet high enough to apply for distribution. If you really need it, you can consider applying for an 11.43mm caliber Army single-action revolver."
Just forget it, Ed shook his head in his mind. The revolver with a fixed magazine cannot use a loader, and the loading efficiency is too slow. Moreover, the increase in firepower brought by it is relatively limited, and I have to re-adapt to the shooting feel.
"That's it for now, then I'll take my leave."
"Well, please walk slowly." The administrator responded vaguely.
Just when Ed was walking through the corridor lined with palm potted plants and was about to return to the detective agency, he was suddenly stopped halfway:
"Wait a moment, are you Mr. Edgar Waikolo? Ms. Olivia Forrester wants to see you for something."
Miss Olivia? Find me?
"Okay, I'll be there right away."
He nodded, turned and walked towards Olivia's office.
When Ed arrived, he was surprised to find that Miss Olivia's office was full of dust and other debris that had not been sorted out in time, as if it was about to move.
"Is this...?" Ed asked tentatively.
"I bear the main responsibility for the loss of personnel in this operation. The results of the punishment are still under discussion, but I think we should pack things in advance to avoid being in a hurry." Olivia smiled sadly.
The Central District Special Operations Team suffered heavy losses in the Nirvana Order incident and almost lost its combat effectiveness. But it's obviously not Miss Olivia's fault——
This is obviously a dereliction of duty by the intelligence department. They have not received any information about the activities of the Nirvana Order. If it were not for Holland's clue, I am afraid that no one would know about the existence of the Nirvana Order until Silvermist City turns into a sea of fire. .
Without any information about the enemy, Miss Olivia and her team had done their best in the encounter with the fourth-level extraordinary person Isek who possessed the holy artifact "Mentilosa's Double Eyes".
But this still does not prevent the Lafayette branch chief from making a big fuss about this matter. This guy has long wanted to replace the Central District team with his own people, and now he will definitely not miss this good opportunity to vacate the cage and change the bird...
"Maybe you just need to change to a more leisurely position and rest for a while. Your body really needs to be recuperated. Has Rowan given you any advice?" Ed could only comfort him.
From the first time he saw Olivia, Ed sensed that she might be on the verge of collapse. Even heavy makeup could not hide her physical condition.
"He said I need to stop using sedatives and sleeping pills and take a break from work for more than half a year." Olivia replied in a low voice, her voice suddenly trembled, "But I can't do it. Once I stop, I will More people died."
"People are going to die, I'm afraid that's one of the few truths in the world."
Ed looked into her eyes, as if the mere idea of "stopping and resting" frightened her.
"Maybe, but I should do something."
Olivia shook her hair in front of her forehead and resumed her polite smile. This action reminded Ed of Quinn, but she had never smiled so elegantly:
"Anyway, thank you for saving my life then."
"If anything, it was just a coincidence. You should have saved me." Ed said politely.
Olivia turned her back and searched through the debris, turned around and handed over a briefcase-sized suitcase with both hands: "Please accept this gift."
"This is……?"
Ed opened it and found a beautifully decorated volcano pistol and twenty-five rounds of specially made crystal dust bullets inside.
He couldn't help but reach out and grasp the exquisite classical ivory handle. The silver metal barrel was decorated with gold carving patterns. It was more like a handicraft than a weapon.
The gun body is light and easy to hold, and does not feel heavy. There is also a line of small characters in Elvish engraved on the handle, and Sylvie thoughtfully annotated the translation for him: "Dandelion".
Volcano pistol, or rocket pistol. Compared with gunpowder, crystal dust is so powerful that it is difficult for the gun barrel to withstand the pressure after activation. The special ammunition fired by this pistol uses rocket-type projectiles, and all pressure is borne by the special metal slug rather than the gun bore itself.
At the same time, because the firing principle is different from that of conventional firearms, there is no strong sonic boom when firing the Volcano Pistol. The sound of the gun when firing sounds like the sound of opening champagne, with almost no recoil.
Ed picked up another crystal dust ammunition and observed it. There was a crystal ignition primer in the center, and there were four nozzle holes at an angle of 20 degrees to the longitudinal axis of the projectile. This design can ensure the spin of the projectile without rifling to obtain flight stability.
"It's best to use it sparingly. After this ammunition is used up, you can only apply for supplies from the headquarters." Olivia reminded.
Then he put the gun back to its place as if he had just woken up from a dream, and quickly waved his hands: "This is too valuable, Miss Olivia, I can't accept it."
"Then give it to Quinn for me. This gun should have belonged to her."
Miss Olivia laughed, as if she had already guessed Ed's thoughts. She closed the box and handed it to Ed:
"If she doesn't want it, you can keep it yourself."
"This is really...then let me help you pack your things."
Ed felt a little embarrassed and picked up the broom beside him and cleaned the floor. Most of the housework in the detective agency is handled by Ed, so he is naturally familiar with it.
Originally, with the salary of the three of them, it was more than enough to hire a housemaid who changed her job to cleaning. However, considering the large amount of confidential information in the detective agency, this idea had to be put on hold.
The automatic piano was still placed in the room, and the play card on it was pulled out and placed on the piano. Ed carefully put it into the card box to prevent it from being stained, but found that there was only this card in the box:
"What's the name of this piece?"
"Actually, I don't know for sure. This piece of music was left by Mr. Christopher. We often call it "Unknown Moonlight Song"."
The Christopher Olivia was talking about was obviously her and Quinn's father.
There is also a framed photo placed on the piano. It was not on it when Ed came here. It was obviously put up by Olivia casually when she was packing things.
In the photo, a tall man with deep eyes is sitting on a chair and holding a happy little girl. Another girl with a lively smile hugged his neck from behind and gently put her face on his shoulder.
Judging from her appearance, the older girl is obviously Miss Olivia, the man is obviously the former branch chief Christopher, and the little girl in his arms must be Quinn.
The father and daughter looked very warm, which was completely different from Quinn's previous indifferent attitude towards Olivia.
"Your relationship with Miss Quinn...?"
"It's an old story."
Before Ed could finish asking, Olivia showed a fragile smile, took the picture frame from the automatic piano with her black-gloved fingers, and put it in the drawer.
It seems she doesn't want to answer this question...
Ed had no choice but to stop there.
