Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 912: Section 603: Change (Part 1)

Chapter 912: Section 603: Change (Part 1)

Driving his own small electric motorcycle, Marley turned on the signal light and entered the off-ramp from the elevated highway, and from here, there was a straight-line distance of 800 meters to enter the warehouse area, a distance that, in practical terms, should be multiplied by three.

But after all, it was still very close.

The little rascal in the back seat was boasting to his friends about what big mission he was going to carry out tonight... Kids are really nice, not having to face the hardships of life directly.

However, Marley also understood that in another two years, whether or not he actually discovers something, he cannot continue in the Dead Eye group.

Mark... no, Mars is becoming increasingly difficult to discipline, and as a father, he doesn’t want his son to end up in jail after completing the mission.

The kid doesn’t understand why his father has to be a gangster; he simply naively wants to be a person just like his father.

This is not acceptable, he doesn’t understand that his father, his grandfather, his family lineage up to twenty generations, are all police officers.

I am a police officer, whoever knows it might just be a movie line copied from a medieval novel, but Mars doesn’t know that these words actually reflect his father’s true feelings.

When meeting the old man again this time, it’s time to tell him to end the undercover work.

Even if I really want to know the secrets of my family, I can’t use my only child as a bargaining chip, this is my only child with her, the most beautiful memory she left him... I can’t let her down.

As Marley thought this, the electric motorbike turned the corner and stopped at the checkpoint on the perimeter of the private warehouse — this area’s warehouses are private property of the Dead Eye group, rented from the mayor, and originally the police squads were responsible for security here, but clearly, the group leader wouldn’t allow those police to come into close contact with the goods.

After all, the goods of the Dead Eye group mostly shouldn’t see the light of day, if the police squads patrolling this area saw them even once, the Dead Eye group would need to be ready to run — confronting Thainan’s police organization is a dead end, this place isn’t like the newly established settlements in the northeast part of the Western Human World, where there is a shortage of police and the underworld might do as it pleases.

Here, any organization that doesn’t act with some level of caution is only going to be crushed by the heavy law enforcement units of the police organization.

Thus, no organization would welcome ordinary police patrols here, even in the event of irresistible disasters.

"Boss Marley, you are late," said the short sturdy man responsible for checking Marley’s iris, named Ezra, a very strange name; it was said his family could be traced back to before the Great Destruction Era, but Marley thought this fellow was just boasting.

After all, even great families like Gaiate and Haus couldn’t trace back to before the Great Destruction, how tough his ancestor must have been to have survived through such long dark years, and this utter nonsense, how he could trace back to them.

But today, his words made Marley suspicious: "What, there are others besides me?"

"Yes, two guests who were supposed to come this afternoon got killed outside the transit hub," the guy said as he walked over to check his son: "Mark, I heard you were fighting again today."

"Yes, I won," the little troublemaker laughed in response.

"Alright, check’s done, Uncle Ezra has a child who is three months younger than you, you two brothers must take care of each other in the future." He smiled and patted Mark’s head, then turned to Marley: "Boss Ryusou, Group Leader Dongma, Second Group Leader Claude Dofen, Fourth Group Leader Anna Kirilenko, and Fifth Group Leader Lin Ping’an are all here, you better go quickly."

"No problem, by the way, my car is almost out of battery, I’ll leave it here, help me charge it." Marley signaled his own little rascal to get off, then he also got off, and threw the car and keys to Ezra.

The latter nodded: "Sure, leave it to me."

Thus Marley walked with his son for a while until they were far from the checkpoint, then Marley took a deep breath: "Son."

"Dad, what is it?" His little rascal was looking at content on his tablet, and upon hearing his father, he looked up.

"Do you still remember that address I told you about?" As Marley spoke, he took out his handgun from his waist and checked it.

"That address in District Ten? Of course I remember, I even went to check the place, but I didn’t enter, just walked around the entrance, Shuangtong Alley, Dad, you mentioned that safehouse... Is tonight’s event going to be very dangerous?"

Ah, this is my son, though immersed in the environment of the Dead Eye group, he has the mind to think beyond others, truly beating the little gangsters of the Dead Eye group.

Thinking this, Marley nodded: "Yes, you’re right, Dad has a little secret to tell you."

"What?" His son looked curious.

"...Dad is a police officer." Marley said solemnly — he was afraid that his son would not understand him, because this child had lived in this environment from an early age, encountering everything that opposed the police, criminals using illegally modified prosthetics, gangsters trafficking various illegal drugs, even robbers and thieves, under the shiny facade of this city lies too much filth, and he feared all this had tainted his son.