"What mission?"

"Simply put, an undercover mission."

Mr. Eaton looked out the window of the corridor, and through the frosted glass, there was clearly only a blur of bright spots:

"Freeze Fisherman, have you heard of this organization?"

Of course. Even if you lose your memory, Ed can hear all kinds of rumors from the streets and newspapers every day:

"I know, that is the largest gang in Yinwu City. I heard that they were two gangs at first and later merged."

"Yes. The Woodman Party is mostly locals. They initially monopolized the river transportation business, especially the transportation of wood that relies heavily on river transportation. The Harpoon Gang was established in the early days by a group of outsiders, with a wide connection and a variety of people who can speak in all walks of life, so they gradually gained a foothold on the sea transportation terminal."

The old man closed his eyes, as if recalling the past: "... Later, they merged together, and from then on, a giant monster in a black area was born."

"The Qiaoyu Gang runs an underground blood honey factory in the East District, constantly providing raw materials for opium restaurants in other regions. The Shenshu Bureau hopes to unplug it."

Blood honey is a precious drug with extremely addictive nature. It can be used in medicine to prevent wound inflammation, anesthetize and erectile dysfunction, and can promote wound healing.

This bright red honey comes from a large bee called the "blood weaving bee" on the New World, which horrifies the world by building nests in animals.

He nodded and continued to listen to Eaton.

"Our informant has been inserted into it and has successfully found the location of the underground workshop, but-"

"only?"

"It is far from enough to unplug the factory. We need to further grasp the flow of these blood honey, buyers, investors, agents..."

The factory can be rebuilt when it is gone, but once these resources are hit, the Qiaoyu Gang will never be able to resume operations in the short term.

Ed agreed deeply: "I understand, so what do I need to do?"

"Based on the return of the informant, the evidence is recorded in the books inside the factory and locked in the safe. I need you to sneak in and remove the books before we launch a strike on the underground factory to prevent it from being destroyed by the enemy."

"But why not just let the informant get the books out? Or to transfer a stronger extraordinary person to do this, like Quinn, I guess she can definitely push the bottom of it."

"He is neither extraordinary nor has he received lock-opening training, so the execution risk is too high. The Shenshu Bureau must consider the safety of informants so that more people will be willing to serve us."

"As for the candidate issue... the enemy also has our intelligence in hand. They may be familiar with other people's faces, but they won't know you."

That's right...

Judging from what Ed has seen so far, each member has a very high recognition - sissy, blond beard, fish-faced monster, bandage man. As for Miss Charlotte, it is even less suitable for this kind of infiltration.

With face-to-face, secret texts and specialties, it seems that you are indeed the best candidate for action.

"I understand, how do I arrange the time?"

"In the early morning of three days later, the informant will pick you up at the dock and introduce you to the factory to work. The other party will definitely search strictly. Except for the one-eyed spider, you cannot carry any weapons or suspicious tools, including walking sticks."

"...We will launch an attack before dark in the afternoon, and during this period there will be about 8 hours left for you - to find the books and cover the escape of the informant."

Three days later, eight hours. Ed thought in his heart that it should not be difficult to not expose his identity for eight hours without being intimate.

As for opening a safe, you know several commonly used mechanical lock structures that are enough to cope with conventional models of safes. Even if you can't unlock the lock, as long as the other party can prevent the other party from destroying the account books, you can also complete the task.

"No problem, leave it to me."

He answered the job and said:

"But I need to advance my salary by one month in advance, and there are complete information about the blood weaver and the fisherman."

"No problem." Eaton replied very simply, "The salary of the formal agent is eight pounds a week, plus two pounds of additional subsidies. When I go back, I will give you the total forty pounds."

"Okay, there is nothing else to do for the time being. If there is any other need, I will apply to you again in these three days."

Eaton nodded slightly, signaling Ed to leave, so he returned to the hall along the way.

The salary of 40 pounds was so high. This was much more than what he earned when he was a maintenance technician. This money was enough for the entire year for a family of five in the East District craftsmen. I wonder if this was considered a night of wealth?

Of course, this money is not for food, drink and fun, and he is not planning to squander it before he dies:

The one-eyed spider is the most reliable helper of this operation. He must upgrade the audio processing module and bounce device for it before the operation begins.

Upgrading components is a must-have, with a better dream catcher, as well as smoke-colored crystals and high-strength metals. He estimated that he would have to pay thirty pounds.

At the familiar bar, Quinn was sitting there drinking alone, her right eye exposed outside was filled with blood-red, a little scary. This reminded him of Mr. George under the moon.

"Is it still drinking?" Ed sat beside her.

"It's just a common occurrence."

Quinn didn't look at him, just like Shiraki. When both of them were drinking, they liked to stare at the wine cabinet behind the bar, as if thinking about what to drink next bottle.

"Have Eaton sent you the mission?"

"yes."

"You don't have 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, the information is under my belt, and this risk is completely acceptable. What's more, I need to find an opportunity to show my face."

Speaking of this, Ed smiled, pulled out an empty glass that was folded upside down and placed it on the table in front of him:

"Don't you invite me to have a drink?"

"You are still young." Quinn's face was unmoved.

Leriya laws prohibit minors from drinking, but this one is basically a piece of waste paper. Even newspaper boys on the street can enter the bar, sit on a high stool with their feet hanging on the air, and buy a glass of beer with a copper coin.

"This is outrageous. I can't kill someone with a gun legally, but can't I have a glass of wine?"

Ed reached out to grab the bottle, but Quinn grabbed his wrist in the air:

"No." She said in an extremely abnormal, calm but prestigious tone.

"All right."

Ed had no choice but to let go of his hand and watch her drink the whole bottle of strong wine with her other hand, as if she was drinking a pot of clear spring.

After drinking a full bottle of whiskey, Quinn seemed to be in a better mood, she suggested:

"Why don't you? If you can come back alive smoothly, I will pour you a glass of good wine."

"It's not impossible..."

Hearing this, Ed looked bitter:
Chapter completed!