Little hero

The old man was sitting in a wheelchair, his haggard face was sallow, and he was breathing heavily. A thin blanket was laid on his knees, and his hands were folded on it. Obviously, he was plagued by old illnesses and his mental state was not very good.

But even so, he still sat very upright, looked at the young man with scrutiny, seriousness, and the seriousness of an old-fashioned nobleman.This reminded the young man of his grandfather, and he always had such an expression on his face.

The old man moved his fingers to let him sit down, and the woman pushed the wheelchair to a suitable talking position according to where he was sitting.

"Did he introduce you?" The old man's voice was low and hoarse.

"Liftast," replied the boy honestly, "I don't know who you're talking about, but someone gave me the code to come to Paradise in the fifteenth block."

Having said that, he tilted his head slightly, glanced suggestively at the young boy standing behind him, and said, "Someone told me that you are businessmen and only talk about transactions. I think it's quite right." , then there is no need to waste time, you can start directly... Ah yes, I shouldn’t have looked in the wrong place, right?”

The little boy was angry at his rude words: "Hey! How do you..."

"Joe."

The old man raised his hand to interrupt the little boy Joe, looked at the boy a few times, and replied: "You are not wrong, I am the person you are looking for. Now, you can tell me what you want to trade."

"I want to wear sweat medicine." The young man seemed to feel relieved that he had successfully found the trader. He relaxed a little. Only then did he mind the sense of restraint brought by the formal suit. He reached out to undo a button and loosen the collar. The golden buttons on the collar feet shone with a circle of metallic luster under the light, standing out from the dull white and black background of the formal suit.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly.

"There is one more flower," the boy withdrew his hand, leaning on the seat and chuckling, "I want the most beautiful one, and I will give it to my lover."

Joe was staring at his every move with a vigilant expression, but after hearing this sentence, he was still stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "Flowers? You came to the fifteenth block just to find flowers?"

"Yes," the young man said seriously, "I heard that all kinds of business can be done in Fifteenth Street. There are too many flowers in the world. I want to give him the best."

The old man asked: "Mongolian medicine, what type?"

"Ordinary ones are fine, but there are flying needles and injections," the young man stretched out his hand as if shooting. After the demonstration, he said to the old man in the wheelchair, "I'm not good at hand, this is the most convenient."

"That's not sweat medicine, you're talking about magic injection!"

Joe probably has never seen such an ignorant customer, and quickly said: "For flying needles, you must use instant injections, which are the rarest type! What about ordinary ones, which take half an hour to take effect, are of no use at all!" After finishing speaking, he gave the boy an angry look, turned and left, and when he reappeared, he had a very flat black box in his hand.

Inside the box were five glass injections filled with a pale yellow liquid.

The boy didn't study the injections, so he decided on the relevant details of the product according to what the old man said, and then, when the boy was about to leave, the woman pushing the wheelchair came out and led the boy quietly.

The place they were in was a residence, located on the main street of the [-]th block. On the surface, it looked like a family, but inside it was connected to the tunnel of the Paradise Pavilion, and they were doing unknown business.

When the boy came, he searched the entire [-]th district, and entered through a narrow path, but when he finally left, he left through the main entrance of this house.

Joe watched them leave, and waited until the door was closed before asking the old man, "Sir, what kind of flower is he talking about?"

"Flower?" The old man smiled, "It's just an ordinary flower, any one will do."

"Ordinary flowers? Didn't he say the best in the world? Give it to his lover," Joe twitched the corners of his mouth, "I don't know what flower is the most beautiful in the world, and what to give to him then Woolen cloth?"

"Hmm..." The old man pondered for a moment, then said, "Just go to the flower shop opposite, buy a bouquet of roses, and just bring it to him when it's delivered."

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The woman returned to the house and said respectfully to the old man: "The man has already been sent away."

Joe was taken aback, send him away?He looked at the old man inexplicably: "...Dead?"

But he didn't see Mr.'s hint at all just now.

The woman glanced at him: "No."

"Then what did you send him..." Qiao thought for a while, then said in astonishment: "Could it be that you sent him out of the fifteenth district?! No way..."

There are rules for the underground transactions in the [-]th block. Disobedient traders will not be able to leave the Paradise Pavilion, and those who are obedient but dishonest will die in the [-]th District. After passing him, there are other wolves, tigers and leopards on the territory of the [-]th District. Whether they can go out depends on everyone's ability and luck.

But no matter which trader, no one was personally sent out by the Paradise Hall.

there has never been.

Joe couldn't believe it: "Why did you send him out of the fifteenth district?"

The woman gave him a strange look, as if sending the trader out and ensuring the safety of the trader is the way of hospitality in the Paradise Pavilion: "He is not good at skills, he will die if he doesn't."

Joe opened his mouth, and for a moment he thought it made sense.

"Joe," the old man beckoned him over, took his hand, and patted the back of his hand, "You are my youngest apprentice and the one I am most worried about, you have to protect yourself."

Joe is a 14-year-old boy, not considered a child in Fifteenth Street, and he was present in this year's transactions, and recently took over the duties of "leading the way" and "delivery". He thought he had grown up and got The old man's approval, but he didn't expect the old man to say such a thing suddenly.

Qiao squatted beside the old man, took the old man's hand, and said helplessly, "Sir, I have grown up long ago, and I will protect myself well."

The old man shook his head and didn't make another sound.

The young man just now looked young, wearing a specially-fitted congressman uniform, and came to the [-]th block alone. He was like a newborn immature bird, who couldn't even tell the sweat potion from the magic potion, and wanted to buy it away as if he was playing around. A few instant potions, I don't know if they are going to be used in some naive situations.

At first, when the old man learned that a guest named "Lan" was coming, he thought it was a big shot in the National Congress Bureau. After all, the old man was a professor at the School of Chemistry of Jidan Imperial University, who was his life and death friend.Moreover, the goods ordered at that time included a drug called "Dark Fire" in addition to the instant drug, which was a dangerous drug that was strongly banned by the state.If you have the heart, you can find things like instant potions in any district, not to mention that the boy has a relationship with the School of Biochemistry, so it is extremely easy to get a few injections. District, using the injection as a pretense, and never mentioning the "dark fire", which means that the "dark fire" is the most important thing, so "flower" should refer to the "dark fire".

And where this kind of thing can be used, the old man knows very well, it is definitely not something that an ordinary teenager can know.

The old man sighed suddenly, and said to Joe, "Did you see the buttons on his collar?"

The woman stood respectfully behind the old man and took over his wheelchair. After hearing this sentence, her fingertips trembled, and she lowered her eyes slightly.

"Collar button?" Joe thought for a while, it seemed... there was such a thing.

"That's the proof of identity verification by the Congressional Bureau. So far, there are only five gold-level identities. The boy just wore a gold-level identity."

Qiao was puzzled, and asked: "Sir, are there still such young people in the National Congress Bureau?" He heard that the National Congress Bureau was selected from Jidan Imperial University. It is possible to be admitted to the Congressional Bureau after two years, and some even take decades to be admitted. They are all bald middle-aged people, and it is unlikely that there will be young congressmen.

"Among the gold grades, there are two with specific marks. One symbolizes the friendly relationship of 'establishing diplomatic relations with the Eastern Capital'. It is kept in the eastern country, and the other belongs to the Aojin family."

Just now the boy exposed the collar button of his collar, for fear that the old man could not see the Aojin family's "Ao" family emblem on it.

In the "New Japan War" 200 years ago, a large part of the reason why the new emperor was able to ascend to power was because of the support of the Aojin family. In this regard, the position of the Aojin family is unshakable.

Qiao was shocked: "Then...he is from the Aujin family? He...he has black hair and black eyes, is there such a person in the Aujin family?"

"I don't know that either." The old man shook his head and taught him: "Joe, you are not bad-hearted, but you are impulsive. This is not good. You have to learn to watch, listen, and observe more, so that you can capture effective information, and then Make the next judgment."

Qiao thought carefully about what he had done before, and felt a sudden fear in his heart, obediently remembering every word the old man said in his heart.

-

The young man—Edgar Lan Orkin, stood at the intersection of Fourteenth and Fifteenth Streets, thinking in the direction of Fifteenth Streets.

The Paradise Pavilion is an underground trading place. In the three hours since Edgar entered the [-]th Street Block and found the Paradise Pavilion, he has roughly figured out the overall orientation and layout of the [-]th Street Block.According to his guess, every fork in the underground can reach the corresponding place, and then through the hand-cranked elevator, you can reach certain locations in the fifteenth block, such as residences, shops, restaurants, or places that have already appeared on the surface. A deserted bar... and the transaction is carried out by various informants according to the needs of the traders, and the secret code is the certificate of each trader. People who break into the [-]th block without the secret code may not be able to come out intact of.

According to what the little boy Joe said to him, we can know the status of the Paradise Pavilion in the fifteenth block, and then the woman sent him out until he reached the site of the fourteenth block before leaving. From this, we can know that the Paradise Pavilion is not Not the only force in Fifteenth Street.

The internal situation in Fifteenth Street was very chaotic and intricate, and it was impossible for the Congressional Bureau to not notice these inside facts.

Edgar only felt as if he was being involved in some great event, but he obviously didn't want to do that at all.He found a step and sat down, pressing his temple wearily, feeling a bit of bitterness in his heart.

Now he felt so exhausted just running to Fifteenth Street to negotiate a deal that had already been arranged, so what about the people who have been entangled in it all the time?

What about Ge'an, who has been bound by Dongdu, Xinzhi Wright, Aojin Family, and even Edgar since he was born?

Gean, are you also so tired?

Is it the same helplessness and fear?

Edgar huddled himself into a ball, his senator's formal attire was wrinkled, he was like a drunk who couldn't get up by his own will, or a little homeless beast, Weeping alone in a corner of the city.

The sound of wheels rolling can be heard on the street in the distance, from far to near and then gradually gradually farther away. According to the sound, it is going to the [-]th block.

It's something related to trading again. I don't know who wants what. In such a late night, I slowly drove into a dangerous trading place.

Those voices that seemed to have nothing to do with Edgar touched his heart for some reason, and if he looked at it consciously, he felt that something was gradually moving away from him.It felt very unpleasant, like a light that could never be touched, a shadow that could never be grasped.