Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 682: Section 473: 2100 (1)_2

Chapter 682: Section 473: 2100 (1)_2

"Sorry," Jack apologized, while he noticed the newspaper on the wall.

Baslo Richard, a great merchant, had been arrested for tax evasion, and the entire city was on the hunt for his accomplices.

Baslo Richard?

Mrs. Richard!

Jack remembered that still-charming lady; he realized in a flash—that silhouette, it must be Mrs. Richard.

He had even once discussed that lady’s alluring waistline with his team’s seniors.

So that guy who claimed to be Casaman was involved with Mrs. Richard?

No, that wasn’t right, not involved, he was an unrecognized traveling painter, and she was the famous wife of a wealthy merchant, with a gap in class so wide they couldn’t possibly come together, let alone be lovers.

The only possibility was that they had some other relationship.

Some other relationship... Jack bit his fingernail, pondering the possibilities, while out of the corner of his eye he noticed Miss Navali, now riding a little horse, heading towards the east side of the city.

The east side, New Town, the Noble East District... Central District Royal Palace?

The only thing that could make her leave her work behind, with heavy concerns, to meet with someone, could only be Her Majesty the Queen in the Royal Palace.

But why was she looking for Her Majesty the Queen? Could all this be connected?

Wait a minute, Captain Valor had left the house, and he didn’t seem to be the leader, nor was his lordship with the white hair; who then could be leading?

Number Two should be in Naples recently, Number Three should be in the North, if his lordship with the white hair wasn’t around, then the only possibilities were Number Four or Number Five.

But Number Four was in recovery recently, so the only possibility was Number Five—why would he bypass his lordship with the white hair and lead the team out?

At this moment, Jack noticed a car, so exquisitely made. The young man noticed the girl sitting in the window without curtains drawn, blonde hair, the very standard Sydneyan bloodline, and controlled by a love for beauty, watched the carriage pass, then saw Hills sitting opposite her.

Then the carriage stopped, and Hills got out of the carriage. He didn’t notice at all the young man standing next to the newsstand, who appeared preoccupied as he walked into the Public Security Department’s gates.

Was he one of our own?!

Jack suddenly felt he had connected the dots!

Hills was an undercover agent in the security department; he had a very wealthy identity and also enjoyed a decent reputation in certain circles. So, Casaman came over and brought his friends to Rongma.

The transfer center was located in Rongma; they were in Rongma, and today Jack’s team leader went out on a mission, heading south, the direction where the transfer center was located.

Hills was one of our own; he surely had passed these people’s information to his superiors. Jack, as a newcomer, had naturally taken over this task.

The team led by his captain was there to catch Casaman and his gang daring to attack the transfer center... no, they definitely weren’t just common bandits, because if they were, the operation wouldn’t require so many people.

Only two possibilities remained: one, that these were grand thieves, each with a hefty bounty on their head, ruthless killers, which is why so many people were needed... and the other possibility, which Jack didn’t dare to contemplate.

But regardless, Jack felt that it must be the second possibility.

Because only the second would draw away all the team leaders and transcendent personnel.

Miss Navali going to the Royal Palace must be because this operation had exceeded the expectations of Her Majesty the Queen and Prince Malin—all the staff at the Public Safety Bureau knew Miss Navali was the messenger directly under Her Majesty the Queen. Even if it went against the arrangements of Her Majesty the Queen and Prince Malin, they would not dare stop Miss Navali from delivering the message.

Or rather... they were planning to handle all this outside the Security Bureau.

Thinking this, Jack who had been following the road east, saw the little horse that had lost its front hoof, and poor Miss Navali fell onto the stone-paved street.

They must be insane.

As Jack thought this, he once again noticed the carriage that was returning by the original route and saw that the young girl peering out from the carriage window was now withdrawing her attention.

She also did not notice that in a corner by the roadside, a young man was watching her with an anxious gaze.

When the carriage left, Jack did not attend to Miss Navali—today’s events had far exceeded the capabilities of a new employee like himself.

All he did was watch as Miss Navali was carried onto the Benevolent Church’s ambulance carriage, and then he headed towards the train station without looking back.

Jack felt certain that he would meet the gentleman named Casaman at the train station.

He was so calm, if he truly was a Cultist of Chaos, then he would undoubtedly take his people to raid the transfer center, and regardless of whether they succeeded or not, he would definitely escape from there and eventually arrive at the train station to board a train and leave.

Jack felt it was imperative to intercept him—the closer he got to the train station, the closer he felt to grasping the truth of the incident.

"Jack, why are you here?" As the question came from behind, Jack turned his head and saw Senior Sand, a reliable-looking middle-aged man with a striking goatee, dressed in a uniform and seemingly responsible for patrolling, watching him with a curious eye.

"It’s Senior Sand, I’m here..." Jack shared all the intelligence he had gathered with his senior—it was too dangerous to come alone, and after clarifying things, he had initially thought of contacting the security team at the train station, but now with Senior Sand present, it was even better.

"Is that so... Well, I’ll help you," the senior agreed to Jack’s request without hesitation.

"That’s great." With Senior Sand’s help, Jack entered the train station with him, found a relatively safe corner, and started to survey the passengers coming and going.

Considering that Jack recognized Casaman, he intentionally stood a little further forward.

About ten minutes later, the young man noticed a group of elderly ladies entering the station, their old-age combination surprising him, but what surprised him even more was that Senior Sand went over to them: "Auntie, what brings you here?"

"We’ve had our fun and are ready to leave," the old lady replied with a loose robe and smiled at Senior Sand: "What are you doing here?"

"I am helping my colleague with some work; you understand the specifics, so please don’t ask."

"Of course, I’ll take my old friends to find a place to rest." Having said that, the old lady left the entrance with her friends and headed for a nearby bench.

Jack turned to see Senior Sand approaching: "Is that your relative, Senior?"

"Yes, she’s taken care of me since I was very young, a very kind old lady. May she live long." The senior spoke of the lady with a tone full of respect.

"Good people will always be safe." After saying this, Jack noticed a young girl leading another girl into the waiting hall of the train station.

"Is it them?" Sand asked.

"No, it’s an adult man, not two little girls." Jack shook his head: "Also, Senior Sand, you really need to get a new pair of glasses."

"That would make me feel old, but... hey, forget it, who in this world doesn’t like being lazy? I’ll get a new pair," said the middle-aged man as he took a seat on a nearby chair.

Jack smiled and shook his head, and for the first time, he hoped everything would be resolved soon.

Meanwhile, he noticed the two girls walking closely together, approaching the ticket counter to queue up for tickets.

Well, although train services had increased to twice daily, if they were buying tickets at this time, they would have to wait for the nine o’clock train.

With that in mind, Jack pulled out his pocket watch to check the time.

8:41 a.m.

There were nineteen minutes left for everything to be revealed.

Truth be told, Jack did not want to see Casaman show up here, but... seeing the somewhat pale-faced painter appear at the entrance, Jack still lowered the brim of his hat.

We meet again, sir.

The saying that those who meet on a narrow path in life can hardly escape must refer to the likes of you and me.