For the part under the clouds of most nests in the empire, rain seems to have always been a strange sight.
At first everything seemed normal, but not normal, then the wind suddenly rose, and raindrops fell in just a few seconds, and then the road began to reflect starlight, the walls and spires became wet and dark, and the ground was still mottled even after the sun rose again.
Gabriel McGuire sat in a car in the wet parking lot after the rain, his gray eyes staring straight into the distance.
This is Sagan 5, one of the main ports of the Sagan galaxy to the outside world, and it is also a must-pass route for the main channel of the Great Vortex area. Before heading to the Sagan stadium, most ships need to be moored here for a short time. Therefore, Sagan 5 also has the third largest airport of the Great Vortex, second only to the Sagan stadium and Sagan 2, and all nests on the planet are almost for trade services.
Especially the planet's main nest, Dulasidem, has become a place where merchants gather and fish and dragons are mixed. The Expeditionary Force set up a recruit training camp on Sagan V, which has created a different "energy" here.
What comes with a prosperous economy is naturally serious crime problems and smuggling problems.
As the youngest law enforcement officer of the Sagan Ministry of Justice, Gabriel McGuire, who was only 29 years old, arrested countless smugglers, medicine heads, human traffickers, illegal organ traders, illegal technology traders, alien commodity traders, etc. During his law enforcement career, most of them were outlaws, and he also missed Death countless times, and sometimes even joked that he was a gold coins that the emperor could not squander.
But in recent years, he has encountered the most difficult opponent and the prey he longs to capture the most.
Suddenly, the clouds above the nest began to glow, and the sudden rain stopped in an instant, and the entire atmosphere began to rise and fall, bent, stirring, and stirring a huge vortex in the center of the clouds.
Then the black vortex grew bigger and bigger until a huge shuttle appeared, which rushed out of the clouds like a beast, shook off steam and dirt, and the brake thruster burned at full speed, and the long wings slid down in front of the vantage point when they were exposed from the clouds.
Gabriel immediately took out the telescope and saw the scratches on the metal shell of the huge shuttle. It was a trace left by nearly a thousand takeoffs and landings and atmospheric frictions. The signs on both sides of it were almost worn off. Such giant shuttles are often the product of the cooperation between the Mechanical Society and large commercial groups.
Generally speaking, there are hundreds of crew members operating on it, and there are also a considerable number of industrial servants. Those servants are usually huge and ugly, but they work as tough as Gross beasts.
The scene of the giant shuttle landing is breathtaking, the shuttle's landing gear stretches out, its thrusters spew flames, and it eventually lands on the majestic platform like a fat bird landing on his nest.
There was almost no pause, the wire rope was connected to the platform's fixture, and the coolant filled the jet port of the shuttle, and the unloading work had already begun before the thruster spitted out the last few light yellow flames.
“How long does this take-off and landing take place?”
When he put down his telescope, Gabriel asked the man in the driver's seat that he was his most trusted intelligence officer, Bab.
The man with a stubble face thought for a moment, and then replied:
"It's about 23 standard Terra Days, and before that they will prepare extra storage locations for the upcoming goods."
"The recent explosion near the airport must also be related to this?"
The intelligence officer shrugged slightly.
"A shrinking pond always attracts predators. Everyone knows that the expedition is coming to an end soon. Everyone wants to enjoy the final bonus. The struggle for the right to use airports and warehouses has been ongoing. Some are from infighting between enterprises, some are from various criminal groups. Of course, there are always figures above the clouds behind them."
“The airport has never been a safe place, there is indeed such a problem, but the goods are still flowing, you know what I’m asking.”
The intelligence officer pondered for a moment and shook his head.
"Brother, you know, no one wants to talk about the Grey Fox Group. When the gangs around fight to grab truck freight routes, they will disappear immediately whenever they see the Grey Fox sign."
Gabriel smiled.
"So you should know why I came. The smuggling ban from the Expeditionary Force has made some industries more profitable, just as the demand for banned drugs and smuggling weapons will never disappear, will it?"
"It is undeniable that medicines and weapons are the most stable demand even at the end of the world."
"The transport and storage of these things are not easy. We have reason to believe that only the largest criminal group can smuggle through the official airport so swagger. This is also the root cause of the frequent violence recently... Everyone hopes to get a share of the pie under the Gray Fox. I have been following this criminal group for four years, but I have not captured any of their backbone members so far. It is useless to catch any of the minions. They can only get in touch with the most basic business. I handled a large-scale gang conflict on Sagan 3 not long ago. The violence even spread to the middle nest, with thousands of casualties. During the inspection of the scene, the Ministry of Justice found that they had obtained newly manufactured military weapons - specifically, military-level individual weapons of unknown origin."
The law enforcement officer's thumb and index finger rested on his chin.
"Bab, what do you think of them getting such a weapon?"
"I don't know, sir, but it's time for war, and it doesn't seem difficult for military weapons to flow into the people?"
"This is the problem. During the war, such a large number of weapons smuggling were not controlled? The people behind this gray fox are quite powerful. In just a few years, they went from a small smuggling gang to the most prominent gray industrial group in the entire vortex, and even used force to eliminate such a huge monster as Thirteen Silver Coins... Babu, do you know that the gang war was even called "Apocalypse" by the scumbags. More than twenty nests were involved, and more than 100,000 people died."
"Isn't it good for scumbags to bite dogs? Not to mention that the Thirteen Silver Coins will be a gang with even worse records, specializing in population trading and organ trading, which are the most despicable black industries."
Gabriel stared at this old friend who had been with him for more than ten years and then whispered,
"Babu, don't you think the gray fox looks better?"
The intelligence officer sighed.
"Sir, I walk in the bottom nest every day and deal with all kinds of people. To be honest, you should also understand that gangs and gangs cannot be eliminated. If one is destroyed, there will be another. So why don't we choose one that doesn't look so bad?"
"Then it doesn't look bad today. Who can guarantee that it will not be the second thirteen silver coin tomorrow? What's more important is to support the power of these people behind the scenes. There are enough worms in the vortex. When the soldiers are fighting on the front line, why should these damn bastards be full of food? It's not enough to be arrogant, and they have to reach out to these illegal businesses!"
"Gabriel, you... are too radical, in the empire, sometimes, the law doesn't work completely."
"Okay, don't say that much, have you arranged it?"
Babu nodded.
Chapter completed!