"What happened?"
Ed pushed open the door dustily. Originally, he should have continued to collect information on Hoffender's whereabouts, but Mr. Eaton suddenly sent a telegram. He must have had some urgent mission to send him.
Mr. Eaton was still sitting calmly at the fan-shaped desk, sorting documents in his hands:
"In case of emergency, please stop the matter with Hofende. I need you to find someone."
"No problem. Please tell me the details. I'll get started right away." Ed walked over and sat on the sofa without taking off his hat.
"The name of the man you are looking for is Burke Orton. The second son of County Councilor Leonard Orton. He is 22 years old and a member of the Royal Society's hang-gliding aerobatics group. He has dark brown hair, black eyes, and a well-proportioned body."
Gliding aerobatic group... isn't that where Arthur stayed?
"...There was a wingsuit flying competition held in the city this morning. According to other contestants, Burke Orton's flight suit malfunctioned and lost his balance while crossing the East Side, so he could only fly within the city. Open the parachute pack and make an emergency landing," Eaton continued.
Race accident...
It doesn't sound strange. Wingsuit flying is not a friendly and harmless family leisure sport suitable for all ages. Danger occurs from time to time, and it is common for players to lose their lives due to competition accidents.
However, since the young Mr. Orton crash-landed in the East End, many people should have witnessed him, dead or alive. Why would Mr. Eaton still need me to go find him specifically?
"He disappeared after the emergency landing?" Ed asked, almost having the answer in his mind.
"Yes, according to eyewitness accounts, Burke Orton chose to make an emergency landing on the roof of a residential building, and was then flipped over into an alley by the huge force of inertia. However, when rescuers arrived at the scene, they only found that he was damaged Wingsuit flight suit."
Only found the wingsuit? This surprised Ed.
If it was just the flight suit that was lost, that would make sense to him. The materials used in that kind of flight suit are not simple. Even if it is taken to Flea Alley to be dismantled and depreciated, it should be worth several pounds. In this area of the slums, this is a real big sum of money.
But now the flight suit is still there, but the person has disappeared?
In the East End, losing something is commonplace. Even if a person just falls unconscious on the street for ten seconds, all the valuable things he has on him will be gone——
Fortunately, most people are only interested in money.
After all, theft is a completely different criminal level than kidnapping or murder, and the police force required is not comparable.
"Congressman Orton hopes that the Bureau of Investigation can send out personnel to search for Burke Orton's whereabouts as soon as possible. Mr. Lafayette also asked us to prioritize this matter immediately. Now I can only let you handle this matter."
Lafayette…
Ed frowned at the thought of that face. Miss Olivia is still suspended because of him.
"Then why doesn't Mr. Lafayette use his own people?"
The Orton family is a well-known and prominent family in Eastview County, and Leonard Orton also has considerable influence on the county council. As long as the young master of the Orton family can be found, the funds or favors that Senator Orton can provide will be a high-quality asset to anyone.
Could it be that his conscience found out that he could entrust us with such a good job of dealing with dignitaries? Ed clearly didn't think so.
"Kuibao recently sent a delegation of sixteen people to discuss the planning of transportation facilities in Silvermist City. The teams in the West and Central Districts should give priority to preparing for martial law and security work."
Mr. Eaton still looked calm, without sadness or joy. Kwai Castle refers to the capital city of Holland, named after the sunflower coat of arms of the Holland family.
"By the way, since we are looking for someone, why not let Quinn go? It would be perfect for her to go." Ed asked.
If you want to track down someone, Quinn is obviously the best candidate. All you need to do is follow the scent trail and kill all the troublemakers along the way. Simple, efficient and foolproof.
"The West District found traces of the banquet activities and temporarily recruited her here this morning. The incident happened suddenly and I can't contact her at the moment."
A banquet? Could it be that the Brotherhood of the Circle is pretending to be another one...
Since Ed joined the company, the Bureau of Divine Investigation has never confirmed any signs of banquet activities in Silvermist City. This group of cannibal devils are supposed to keep a low profile, so why did they suddenly show their flaws?
Forget it, it’s none of my business anyway…
"In this case, I will go to the scene of the incident to investigate again. Maybe I can find some missing clues."
"No, you first go to the East Area stronghold to replenish some equipment and ammunition, and then get two pocket watch bombs."
Eaton said as he tore off a signed supply application form, placed it on the table and gently pushed it to Ed.
"Is this...?" Ed glanced at Eaton with some confusion.
Making pocket watch bombs requires precious crystal dust, and the ration is very tight. The entire Eastern District team's regular ration is only fourteen coins a year, but now he is given two coins at a time.
"Bock Orton is a first-level extraordinary person who has received basic firearms training and is equipped with a pistol. Things may not be that simple, so you'd better be mentally prepared in advance." Eaton warned.
"No problem, I understand." Ed took the list and put it in his pocket, turned around and waved his hand, "Then I'll go over now, see you later."
"...Wait a minute." Just when Ed was about to cross the threshold, Eaton suddenly called him hesitantly.
"Huh? Is there anything else?"
"If the sea monster wants to partner with you on a mission, don't agree to it."
"This...?" Ed was a little confused about the situation.
"Rowan stated that he has had some recent problems with his cognitive abilities, and that his memory and judgment have declined significantly."
Who, Mr. Kraken? His eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it for a moment.
The sea monster is 61 years old this year, older than the 54-year-old Dr. Rowan and the 52-year-old Mr. Eaton. He is almost the oldest active agent in the entire Silvermist City. Logically speaking, it is not unusual to have some physical problems at such an age.
But why was it so sudden? Even on his birthday, he looked...
"In short, his current condition is no longer suitable for performing tasks. I plan to find a suitable opportunity for him to retire in the second half of the year. You should not talk to others about this for the time being." Eaton warned.
"okay, I get it."
Ed nodded solemnly and closed the green painted wooden door with his backhand.
