Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 913: Section 603: Change (Part 1)_2

Chapter 913: Section 603: Change (Part 1)_2

His son fell silent for a moment and then started to laugh: "Dad, don’t lie to me."

"These five words are all true, even truer than the lines ’I am a cop’ and ’who knows’ in the movies," Marley said, revealing his real name: "Dad’s real name is Hill, this is a mission, and you are the cornerstone of my earning their trust, just like Officer Chen Yongren in the movies."

His son was silent again for a while: "You mean to say, my friends... they’re all my enemies?"

"...Yes, I’m sorry." Marley... no, the man with the real name Hill, nodded in affirmation.

Then he saw his son smile again: "That’s great, I’ve wanted to kill those idiots for a long time, but I was with the Dead Eyes group before, and everyone said you can’t kill your own kind, but now I have a reason, and one day I’ll take all these fools out."

Hill smiled, reached out, and patted his son’s head: "Anyway, let’s get through the situation we’re facing first."

"So, Dad, do I also have an unused name, like in the movies?" his son asked.

"I’ve left the answer in the safe house. If you’re lucky and escape, you’ll find out. Also, there is a safe house in Ninth District; the address is also in there. Remember, if you feel unsafe, you must leave District Ten. Ninth District employs an intermediate security treaty; weapons are not allowed, and mandatory scans make it safer." After saying this, Hill thought for a moment and threw a switchblade to his son: "This is a birthday present your father was going to give you next month... take it for now."

"Thank you, Dad. And... can you not lie to me again in the future? Although my friends are idiots, some idiots are quite endearing." His son took the knife and then suddenly said this.

"...I’m sorry, Dad is truly sorry." Hill looked at his son, who had removed a small sachet from his clothes and threw it away, understanding why his son said this.

This must have been given to him by Natasha, the only daughter of Group Leader Anna Kirilenko.

"It’s okay, I quite like your new identity, so I forgive you, but if you hadn’t told me, and something happened at the scene... I would never forgive you." As he spoke, Hill saw his son smile at him: "Let’s go; the fact that the big boss wants you to bring me might be a very dangerous signal. Can you download a detailed map of this area to my tablet through your personal account? I don’t want to end up running into a dead end during the escape."

"No problem." Hill started to smile.

This was his son, strong and unyielding, never compromising with despair even when faced with a desperate situation.

"Remember, I’ll cover you, run with all your might, and don’t look back." While saying this, Hill looked at the crowd in the distance and raised his hand with a smile to wave.

"...If I survive, I’ll help you kill them all." His son said this while waving to a girl who ran over to him.

His expression was sincere and radiant, even as he watched the blonde girl get called back by her mother and had to turn her head, it did not change.

"Sorry, son, today’s matter can’t end well." Hill quickened his own pace.

"It’s okay, at least you’re not like the movies, lying to your son from beginning to end, that’s enough. Having a cop as a father is much more honorable than being a hoodlum’s son." Watching the crowd get closer, Hill’s son slowed down and, using his father’s cover, started to consciously move toward the right side - closer to the alleyways and with multiple escape routes.

As he got closer to the crowd, the smile on Hill’s face became more pronounced.

Remembering the end of that movie, the female protagonist looked at the tombstone, with an epitaph that was very fitting.

Fate never spares anyone... quite fitting for himself.

With a sigh, Hill noticed Lin Ping’an, the team leader in charge of the combat squad in the organization, looking at him with a smirk.

Out of courtesy, Hill also smiled: "Ping’an, what brings you here today?"

Normally, Lin Ping’an shouldn’t be there, as the only mid-level Psychic in the organization, he should be in charge of commanding the combat team within the organization, rather than coming to the warehouse area for a pickup.

"I didn’t want to come either." He replied with a forced smile.

Hill laughed again, then turned to look at Claude Dofen, the deputy team leader in charge of black market transactions in the organization, and the actual person in charge of today’s goods - although there was a large batch of goods today, the most valuable was a set of genetic sequences smuggled from the Western Human World, said to be from a little genius of the Haus family. It was a very bold theft carried out by replacing the user-agent in the research.

Private research institutions in the Eastern Human World loved this sort of thing, they would pay astronomical sums for it, and as for what these genetic sequences would become... that’s probably better left unknown, after all in this world, knowing too much sometimes makes life very painful.

Sometimes, ignorance is indeed bliss.

It’s not surprising that he came, but why had Group Leader Anna Kirilenko and her daughter, whom she held by the shoulders, come?

Was it to witness the death of a traitor?

He smiled, greeting Anna, whose expression wasn’t good, but still returned the courtesy normally.