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Chapter 243: Good People

To be precise, Yura is in the smuggling business—the movement of people and large quantities of illicit goods in and out of Eden City, which is the daily business of Raven International in Eden City.

Yura could find out every unregistered person in Palmer's household.

Red Falcon was one of her former clients.

A retired soldier, wearing military boots and carrying a cross-country bag, arrived in Eden.

It was Yura's suggestion that she become a mercenary.

The kestrels worked for Palmer for a while.

They have a close relationship.

No one expected that an ordinary job would lead to the Fuki crashing in the city.

The red falcon knew things had gotten serious.

She wanted to leave Eden.

Yura, acting as an intermediary, lent her a hand, wanting to give this little girl a way out.

Oros investigated the details of their interactions.

Data streams flickered behind the black-rimmed glasses.

"You didn't expect this, did you? Things are getting bigger and bigger. Let me count how many people have entered..."

The Faqi Group has found one survivor.

They used their resources to infiltrate Palmer. On the surface, they even deployed reconnaissance aircraft to other districts, but secretly, they must have had company soldiers and mercenaries infiltrating the area.

We also need to find Red Falcon in the West District.

Jingke Heavy Industry and Black Gold Gang were unfairly blamed for the floating car crash, how could they possibly swallow this insult?

"And then there's the municipal government. The ECPD and SAT both need to produce results to deliver, otherwise this year's safety rating will be zero, which will directly affect the government's funding..."

As Oros spoke, her smile grew wider, but her eyes gradually became cruel.

"Ah, who else? By the way, your boss, Raven International, must have received the news too, right? Did they tell you not to get involved in this mess?"

Yura squinted and took a deep breath, as if she was suppressing some kind of impulse.

The human wall around the warehouse was formed again.

John did feel the pressure.

Oros seemed not to hear.

"Don't try to scare me with the corpses in the freezer. Let me guess, you acted impulsively and killed the people the company sent to scout ahead. Now, believe it or not, if you kill just one more, a hovercar will blow up your shed."

Orlos guessed correctly.

At first, people inquired about the whereabouts of the Red Falcon, but now the forces that were pressuring her have stopped mentioning it.

This means:

Both the company and the city are considering whether to get rid of Yura as well!

"Sangma Re Bichi, what's your background?"

Yura's gaze towards her changed.

Before Oros could finish speaking, she shook her head and looked at John beside her.

"You're probably thinking, 'So what? What are corporate dogs and city councils? We can just fight them!'"

She was saying it to John.

Yura's gaze lingered between the two people.

Orlos's face darkened, and her tone became serious.

"Many people depend on you for their livelihood, and many clients rely on you to escape Eden!"

These words were like a nail driven into Yura's brow.

She gripped the straps in her hands tightly.

The crash of the hovercar alarmed a group of powerful scoundrels.

Currently, major enterprises and municipalities are keeping a close eye on ports, border walls, and the partial martial law that makes it difficult for people and goods to move between the city and the outside world.

Yura's support for the Red Falcon had the most direct impact of restricting her smuggling operations.

Now her ship and her clients are all stranded in Palmer.

Everyone who wants to leave Eden has a flimsy reason and enemies they can't afford to offend.

They can't afford to wait.

As time goes on, some "fugitives" with sensitive identities will be implicated by the Red Falcon and come to their doorsteps from their enemies who are active in the city.

Gollum-

The bubbling water was stopped by Olos tapping it with her toe.

Her gaze shifted upwards, and the expression behind her black-rimmed glasses held a hint of mockery; it was unclear who she was referring to.

"Choose one: are you going to bite the bullet and stand up for Red Falcon, or are you going to be responsible for another group of clients who trust you?"

"Ha, Fuck."

Yura exchanged a smile with the burly man standing beside her with his hands clasped.

"Why should I hand the person over to you? To be honest, you haven't even offered a price yet. Who taught you to do business like this?"

"No matter how much money I offer, you won't hand the person over to me. That's what idiots are like. They know the food is too hot to swallow, but they won't spit it out."

Orlos remained aloof and superior. She didn't even glance at the middleman opposite her.

Yura was absolutely furious.

She disliked Orlos, but out of some kind of fear, she didn't want to put any more corpses in the refrigerator.

It could also be simply because John was present, making it inconvenient to kill Orlos.

"Then what's the point of talking? Either shoot or get out."

Oros had exhausted everyone's patience before raising her index finger.

"I can give the falcon a way out, the only way out, so that your conscience will be less troubled. Are you willing to let go?"

"How so? Wait, you're the one who gives her work, right?"

Yura licked her back molars with her tongue.

"Is this the source of your foul smell?! And you're still pretending to be a good person."

She raised her chin at John.

"Hey, mercenary, did you hear that? You messed things up, and the middleman said he'd give you a way out. Do you believe him?"

Laughter echoed from the warehouse.

While edge walkers are capable, skilled, and versatile, they are merely tools for most middlemen to choose from.

Street legends do sound awesome.

But if you actually go and inquire...

Everyone has had the experience of being scammed by employers and middlemen.

So-called reputable "intermediaries" are nothing more than people who do things in a more respectable way. In reality, none of them are good people, and they have many ways to kill someone.

of course.

Those who walk on the fringes are no pushovers either.

There are quite a few kestrels that cause trouble.

The two sides are like an "underground clinic" and a "patient," shrouded in secrecy, mutually suspicious yet mutually trusting.

This is an unspoken rule in the industry.

Oros ignored Yura's attack and simply watched her quietly.

Until the laughter subsided.

Yura actually understood:
As the behind-the-scenes employer, Orlos had detailed intelligence. Her presence at Palmer's site indicated that she was there to clean up the mess, not to throw mud and pull herself out of it.

Mocking had no effect.

She had to bear the embarrassment herself and take the initiative to ask.

"What are you going to do?"

“Tell me where the Red Falcon is, let the outside world know I’m tracking it. Those who want the Red Falcon dead will focus their attention on me. Mercenaries are just for doing the work; the one who comes up with the ideas should be killed to silence them.”

"Can you handle this?"

Yura retorted with the same words.

Orlos shook her head.

"That's not your business."

"Ha, I really want to tear your skin off and see how much you're worth."

Yura gestured for the thugs to keep an eye on them.

She relaxed as she sat on the folding stool, slightly raising her head. Her prosthetic eye flickered and shifted, as if she were checking intelligence, while the burly men with guns around her completely blocked the exit.

John knew the negotiations were over.

Whether things will work out depends entirely on the information Yura finds.

All eyes in the warehouse were fixed on the aged-looking middleman.

Except for Orlos.

She stood up calmly, even the timing was perfect.

The yellow light in Yura's eyes disappeared, and he raised his head with a look of surprise and suspicion, carefully examining the woman in front of him.

After a long while, she finally let out her signature cold laugh.

“Ha, Olos Grenada…”

Finding out for yourself is more terrifying than the person involved introducing themselves.

"I actually saw a ghost."

Yura waved her hand, stopped worrying about it, and sent the coordinates.

She visibly became silent, angry, and even somewhat dejected—as if, after finding out the identity of the person in front of her, she could no longer get involved.

Maybe, but not necessary.

Yurad is responsible for clients other than "Red Falcon".

That was Orlos's reminder, and also a warning.

John couldn't imagine it:
What information did Yura receive in the last few minutes?
But he truly felt that some things were more convincing than a gun to his head.

This is the difference that comes from middlemen.

(End of this chapter)