My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Of Little Influence, Who is the Oriole?

“The general commercial warehouse… what happened?” Su Chen frowned slightly.

Seeing his bewildered look, Fatty Sun explained, “The mist blocks the passages between cities. Even though there are fixed air routes connecting them, and Ying Feng sends people to clear them every year, there are still risks.”

“Therefore, strong professionals are needed to escort them. The trade sector is basically handled by the official city government. The one responsible for this in Southwind City is the City Lord’s younger brother.”

Zhang Hongbo’s younger brother, no wonder… Su Chen suddenly understood that he knew very little about these connections.

Did Zhang Hongbo know? Or was it an internal blind spot…

“If we send people over, we probably won’t even get past the gate of the general warehouse.” Fatty Sun looked troubled, gritting his teeth and fuming, “Why did he have to assign this to me, and with such illegible handwriting!”

This statement was somewhat personal.

Su Chen’s gaze wandered as he asked, “Then what are your thoughts?”

“Me?” Fatty Sun sighed helplessly, “Didn’t I come to discuss it with you, my little brother? In the entire Supervision Department, you’re the only one I can trust.”

“How about you try to send it to Zhang Hongbo’s family?” Su Chen thought for a moment and suggested.

Sun Tai’s chubby face twitched, and Su Chen continued, “Otherwise, you can report it honestly, or just pretend nothing happened.”

“Just pretend nothing happened…” Fatty Sun sighed, looking at Su Chen with a meaningful gaze, and explained, “It’s not that I’m a coward, but the situation is special right now. If I report it, it might trigger some conflict.”

Sun Tai consoled himself, “And Zhang Feng, the City Lord’s younger brother, is in charge of trade, which is a lucrative position. How could he possibly collude with the Mysterious God Cult?”

Su Chen fell silent, feeling deeply that he had little influence. If he were Xia Hanshi, he wouldn’t need to resort to passing notes through cracks in the door; he would just march in, without even needing a reason.

But since it involved Zhang Hongbo, no matter who he told now, they would want to get to the bottom of it.

…

“My Lord…” The priest looked at the black statue in front of him. It seemed to be made of some metal, emitting a cold luster, sitting cross-legged on a silver tray, only half a person tall.

Its head was bowed, revealing a black vertical pupil on its forehead.

Zhou Xian, standing beside it, couldn’t help but step back. This thing was too sinister. Several times during its transport, he had felt dizzy.

Once, after staring at the vertical pupil for too long, he suddenly came to his senses and found himself almost kneeling on the ground, a cold sweat breaking out.

“I have safely escorted the item in,” he whispered. “Now, can I go settle the score?”

The frenzied look on the priest’s face gradually faded as he turned his head: “Zhang Hengyu has already left?”

“Yes.” Zhou Xian nodded, “He has become a Tier 2 Professional and needs better training grounds. And since I haven’t made a move for so long, the other party should have relaxed their guard.”

“Should?” The priest’s tone was indifferent: “After you get caught, you won’t expose my plan, will you?”

Zhou Xian’s face tightened, “I won’t go rashly. I’ll thoroughly investigate the surroundings and only act when I’m absolutely sure.”

“Xia Hanshi is here. Given my current situation, even if I reveal all the information, I won’t have a good outcome.”

“Good to know.” The priest’s gaze returned to the statue.

Zhou Xian hesitated for a moment, then carefully asked, “So, can you assign me a few Tier 2 Professionals?”

The priest sighed, “Why are you unwilling to believe in my lord? If you did, you would be one of us.”

Zhou Xian remained silent, and the priest didn’t press further, “Take three Tier 2 Professionals.”

From the shadows, three fanatical cultists emerged.

The things he had to do next also required someone to step up and distract attention for him.

“If I find that ‘delicious soul’,” Zhou Xian couldn’t help but ask.

The priest didn’t turn around, his voice drifting, “The promise is still valid.”

…

“Old Xia, Old Xia, please say something. What should we do next? Are we just going to wait?” Zhang Hongbo’s face showed irrepressible anxiety as he paced back and forth.

Xia Hanshi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, silent.

“Old Xia!” Zhang Hongbo gritted his teeth, “I am the City Lord, after all. Even if the Tribunal carries out a mission, they should consider the local administrator…” Before he could finish, Xia Hanshi turned his head slightly, his cold gaze chilling them to the bone.

“Heituo…” he said hoarsely, “covets human hearts and loves souls. What he most often does is slowly erode an area, from low-level personnel to high-level personnel.”

“This process takes three to five years. Once the high-level officials are almost eroded, he will initiate the sacrificial harvest.”

Zhang Hongbo was startled.

Xia Hanshi said faintly, “They have been active in Southwind City for two or three years. If my estimation is correct, in another year, they will harvest. But an accident happened.”

“Heituo doesn’t like direct combat. In similar areas, once a conspiracy is exposed, they usually withdraw. But in Southwind City, they changed their strategy and didn’t withdraw.”

“An accident forced them to stay. Even with the priest’s arrival, they haven’t made a move. They are still waiting.”

“Still waiting…” The color drained from Gu Bing’s face. “Even the High Priest is waiting, could it be…”

“Abyssal God Vessel…” Xia Hanshi uttered four words, and the faces of all three, including Zhang Hongbo, changed drastically.

Yang Yan couldn’t help but exclaim, “How could this be? The last time I saw Heituo’s Abyssal God Vessel was more than ten years ago! What exactly does he want to do!?”

“Reinforcements, we must ask for reinforcements!” Gu Bing couldn’t help but say.

“Too late…” Xia Hanshi shook his head, his brows furrowed. “To tell you the truth, the situation in Southwind City also surprised me. This is just an ordinary city, and I don’t understand why Heituo is so attached to it.”

“Since we don’t know why they are so attached, we don’t know when or where they will act.”

The three felt a chill run down their spines, wondering if Xia Hanshi was evading them or truly didn’t know.

Xia Hanshi then continued, “But the Abyssal God Vessel isn’t so easy to descend. As I said before, Heituo didn’t originally intend to do this, so their preparations are not fully adequate.”

“First, send people to screen. Now… we can only search for a needle in a haystack.”

A needle in a haystack?

The three exchanged glances. Southwind City wasn’t small; how long would it take to search?

“One more thing,” Xia Hanshi suddenly changed the subject. “When the Supervision Department encircled and suppressed the Heituo Cultists last time, did they find a scorched corpse?”

“Scorched corpse?” Zhang Hongbo still hadn’t reacted, but after a careful recollection, he nodded, “That’s right. His identity was verified just two days ago. It was Yu Xuan of the City Patrol Team.”

“Based on the thorough investigation in the past two days, there’s a certain probability that he was involved with the cultists.” Zhang Hongbo’s face was grim. Heituo’s infiltration of Southwind City had exceeded his expectations.

“Yu Xuan… where is the body? I want to see it.” Xia Hanshi ordered.

“Alright, I’ll take you there now,” Zhang Hongbo didn’t dare to delay and led him to the morgue, where he found Yu Xuan, still a charred corpse.

“Sulfur smell… indeed.” Xia Hanshi sniffed, a chilling smile appearing on his withered face. He had Zhang Hongbo retrieve the main records of that operation.

“…Someone witnessed a red lightning bolt…” He scanned the documents, “The intelligence came from the Internal Affairs Section, from Sun Tai’s informant. The last operation was also reported by his informant…”

“What a well-informed informant.”

The three behind him were puzzled, still worried about the previous matter.

“Do you know who this informant is?” Xia Hanshi suddenly asked.

Zhang Hongbo hesitated for a moment, realizing the question was for him, and shook his head, “I’m not too clear on the specific details, but for protection, informants at the lower levels are usually only known to their recruiters.”

Zhang Hongbo had a lot of things to deal with every day. For such operations, he would only read a brief summary. What appeared on paper might only be a few words like “According to informant intelligence…”

Xia Hanshi was noncommittal, pushing the corpse back. “I’m going out for a bit.”

…

By the time Fatty Sun left, it was already dark. He was worried, fearing that someone might come for his life in the middle of the night, and even intended to entrust his child to someone.

Although there was a bit of self-pity in his tone, it was clear that he was genuinely concerned.

“…General commercial warehouse? Zhang Feng…” Su Chen also sighed, not expecting such a turn of events.

“If it really comes to that, I’ll cause some trouble near there.”

(End of this chapter)