Keeper Program

The night is dark, and the sky has not yet turned white. In the "Crow's Nest" building, Ed reported the collected intelligence and the threats he was about to face to the sleepy-eyed Lafayette branch chief.

Mr. Lafayette has a thin, delicate beard and looks like he has just entered middle age, but he is actually 49 years old this year.

Although he has a good appearance, many detectives think that he lacks real talents and learning.The core leader of the SBI in Silver Mist is actually Ms. Olivia, the daughter of former branch chief Christopher.

11 years ago, almost everyone thought that Lafayette was just a transitional leader, and this position would soon be handed over to Miss Olivia.Unexpectedly, this political animal is like a fish in water in the swamp of Silver Mist City, clinging to power like a crocodile.

"Are you sure this information is true? Agent Edgar Waikolo."

Ed did not answer yes or no according to Lafayette's words.He didn't want to leave any excuses in front of him, otherwise he might end up resisting the scapegoat of "incorrect intelligence":

"The news came from a former member of the Nirvana Order. Combined with the recent abnormal activities of ghouls in various areas, I speculate that it is very likely that a special hidden force is active in the underground ruins of Silvermist City."

"Well, it's good for young people to have ideas."

Lafayette smiled hypocritically, took a sip of the coffee in the cup, and continued:

"But have you ever considered whether this is a trap set by the other party? If the Nirvana Cult had the magical fuel that could burn down Silvermist City, those lunatics would have ignited it as soon as possible."

I've seen the "King's Blood" in black earthen jars with my own eyes.

Ed wanted to refute, but he didn't dare to take the risk: Mr. Eaton might turn a blind eye and let him fool him, but Lafayette would never let it go.

"...that elf named Holland may be a spy sent by the Nirvana Order, so we can't send out the whole army based on his one-sided words. Once we dispatch all the people, the other party may take the opportunity to sneak attack on our weak links .”

"What you said is not unreasonable." Ed lowered his head, still maintaining the respect that a subordinate should have.

"Well, since the Eastern District team discovered the problem, you must know the situation best now. I will draw a team of five from each of the other regional teams and hand it over to the Eastern District team to take charge of the overall situation."

Twenty-five people were drawn from the Southwest District, West District, Northern Docklands, South District, and Central District. Including the already weak East District team, there were less than 25 people in total.Wanting to stop the Nirvana Cult is simply a fantasy.

Ed suddenly realized that because his referrer was Mr. Eaton, and Eaton had a deep relationship with the former branch chief Christopher—maybe he was also regarded by Lafayette as Miss Olivia's person.

The entire Silver Mist City might be engulfed in flames at any time, but he is still here figuring who will be responsible.Ed closed his eyes in disgust. He knew very well that any further talk would be a waste of precious time.

"Since you have given the order, let me take my leave first."

He bowed slightly, left the office with a shake of his head, and went straight to Miss Olivia.Fortunately, she still maintained her proper sanity and vigilance:

"I received a telegram from Eaton. Are you sure that the Nirvana Cult really has the 'Emperor's Blood' in its hands?"

Her voice was particularly poignant and ethereal in the night, and her eyes reflected haggardness and exhaustion, which reminded Ed of Mr. Eaton.

"Yes, I can confirm it with [-]% certainty."

"Well, I will send a telegram to the Royal Society, the Holy Church, and the Oakland family to request assistance, but the use of emergency call-up powers requires the approval of the sub-bureau chief. In addition, the Central District team will fully cooperate with your actions."

She sighed slightly: "...the relationship between us and the Royal Society has been cracked recently, and there is a lack of conclusive evidence at the moment. Even if they are willing to help, the other party will only appoint a small team to participate in the operation."

"At least now we have the possibility of turning things around," Ed said.

But this is not enough.In order to bring Silvermist back from hell, he must summon all possible help.

……

It was dusk, and the outlines of the gas lamps formed points of light in the city.

Ed walked quickly on the night road with his cane, and the sound of his footsteps was quick and light.The surrounding tall and wide red brick buildings gradually receded, turning into bloated and shabby buildings in the Eastern District, patchwork of blue bricks and gravel.

The lights around were gradually extinguished, and the gloved palm could only see the flickering outline in the dark.The world is wrapped in darkness, only the sky is slightly brighter.

The homeless man sleeping on the street pretended to be sleeping soundly, but Ed could vaguely see the reflection of his eyes under a head of messy hair.He ignored it, and went straight into a back alley, knocking on the festering door——

Three times with the right hand and one with the left.

The peephole was pulled away, and a bloodshot eyeball with an eye disease appeared in front of the hole:

"who are you?"

"FBI agent, Edgar Waikolow. I want to see my grandmother."

Blinking his eyes twice, he retreated into the darkness.As the peepboard closed, a new voice sounded from within the door:

"The old grandmother asked me to bring greetings."

"The situation is urgent, and I still hope to have a detailed discussion with her in person," Ed said.

"I am her ears."

"Well, I think you guys already know about the infiltration of the Nirvana Cult into the Rat Path. They have a powerful fuel called 'Emperor's Blood' in their hands. The Nirvana Cult intends to use this fuel to achieve Nirvana. The ritual will turn the entire Silvermist City into a sea of ​​flames. Tens of thousands of people will die in the fire, and the Rat Trail will collapse forever."

"...I want my grandmother to know how dangerous this is and we need her help, or at least not to stop us from entering the rat trail."

Although it is equally dangerous for the emperor's blood to fall into the hands of the Qiaoyu Gang, at least it is an underworld organization whose interests are paramount, not those lunatics of the Nirvana Cult who only want revenge.

Once a huge disaster occurs in Silver Mist City, the Qiaoyu Gang will also suffer heavy losses.The most important thing is that the Rat Trail cannot be restored, and their underground way of making money will be blocked. Ed believes that the old grandmother will not sit by and watch this happen.

After all, in the face of death, good and evil are irrelevant.