The bishop is unfathomable.

Chapter 124 Ubiquitous

"Reed, Black, you two have finally arrived. Here are the findings of His Excellency Leon and Mr. Levy's investigation."

"Thank goodness, we've finally found the problem. Prepare manpower and also get the blueprints for the sewer system in the city hall. We'll conduct a systematic investigation. All of us will be mobilized, except for the twenty people who stay at headquarters."

"Conduct reconnaissance according to the areas marked on the map."

"Consider those city council inspectors who are still under observation. You all know that Stormman is just someone who follows orders, and most inspectors are the same."

"Now is the time when we are short of manpower. Those inspectors who have already undergone identity verification and passed the Radiant Church's review have been dispersed and incorporated into the team."

After giving orders to the two people in front of him, Boca continued, "As for the three of us, while maintaining contact, we will also conduct a search of the buildings near the Speaker's residence."

"We need to resolve the fog as soon as possible, otherwise the setup of the venue will not be able to proceed smoothly, and this will be impossible to explain in any way."

"We must find a way to dispel the fog as soon as possible, whether it's a large-scale spell or a ritual, just to get rid of this fog!"

Reed shook his head: "Don't be too optimistic. Mr. Levi has only made some rough deductions so far."

"But don't forget the missing weapons, slaves, the metal-based synthetic beasts that have been confirmed to have been spotted, and the lurking dust."

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"A full-scale manhunt will inevitably lead to street fighting."

"The casualties among civilians at that time are unlikely to be optimistic."

Blake suddenly interjected, "I think some things don't need the Oversight Bureau to manage everything. We only have so many people, and most of them aren't particularly strong fighters."

"Even if we deploy strange mechanical puppets, we cannot extend our vision to every corner."

"So what do you mean, Blake?" Boca asked, looking at Blake.

"Gangs," Blake said calmly. "Let me finish, Chief."

"When the Brownstone Gang was at its peak, there were only two or three gangs in the city. Most of the territory belonged to the Brownstone Gang, and the remaining gangs were just subordinate organizations."

"But now, after the Brownstone Gang fell apart, apart from a small number of core members who were recruited by the current leader, Gauss, most of the members scattered and formed gangs of all sizes."

"The entire underground world is in complete chaos right now."

"There are gang fights and murders everywhere."

"But the problem is—they're everywhere, which means their informants are all over the city."

"At this critical juncture, we must cooperate."

Boca took a deep breath; having always despised gangs, he was extremely unwilling to accept this suggestion.

But the harsh reality and the immense pressure from above made him realize that this was truly a last resort.

It is also the only force they can rely on immediately without worrying about a counterattack or a backstab.

No matter how powerful a gang is, in the face of official power, it is at most an insect that needs some effort to crush.

The Brownstone Gang, once known as the underground kingdom of Beldor, was a prime example.

Seeing that Boca's expression had softened, Blake continued, "You've been so busy with the cult and the council lately that you might not have noticed."

"But the new leader of the Brownstone Gang, Gauss, is a shrewd man."

"He and his men, relying on their former status and strength as core members of the gang, have gathered the remnants of the gang while also continuously annexing other gangs. Now they have recovered to 70% or 80% of the Brownstone Gang's former power."

"All we need to do is find him to cooperate with and let him spread the word in the underworld."

"We only need to pay the fees or provide certain guarantees in exchange for the intelligence we urgently need right now."

Reed thought for a moment, then gently shook his head: "The Inspectorate is, after all, the Imperial official law enforcement agency; we can't so openly..."

Gang cooperation.

“It won’t be obvious,” Blake laughed. “Remember Master Wagner? He knows Gauss; perhaps we can use him as an intermediary.”

Evening, at the docks of the Belgorod Canal.

Two young men leaned against the warehouse wall, chatting as they looked at the somewhat empty dock.

"Hey Tommy, what do you think our future will be like? This city is getting worse every day. If you ask me, we might as well go and make a living in the noble territory next door."

"I don't know. I just want to find some work at the docks. I'm almost out of money for cigarettes."

"Still smoking? With this much smoke, you might as well take a couple of puffs. To me, it's about the same."

After finishing his sentence, the blond youth turned to the dark-haired youth he called Tommy and said, "What I mean is, we all need to have something to look forward to in our lives, right?"

Ultimately, what is the purpose of our existence in this world?

"So I can find some work to do later."

Tommy turned to his friend and said, "Jim, I think you're just too idle. You should find a job soon, and once you start working, you won't be thinking about all this nonsense."

"You mean I can find the answer just by going to work?"

"What I mean is, the assembly line in the factory can keep you from having any extra energy to think about anything else."

Tommy finished speaking and sighed as he looked at the not-so-large dock in front of him: "It's a pity that Beldor has been so foggy lately that not many cargo ships are willing to dock here. The cargo route from here to Harbor City used to be very popular."

"Now I can't even find work loading and unloading goods."

As Tommy spoke, he seemed to remember something and turned to Jim, asking, "Didn't you recently join that gang? You're practically a gang member now, so why are you coming to see me instead of participating in their activities?"

Jim waved his hand: "Don't mention it. The infamous Brownstone Gang, even after it was destroyed and rebuilt once, I still thought it was a place where tough guys gathered."

"The results showed that the conditions were unexpectedly lenient, but there were no benefits whatsoever."

"Anyway, it seems there's not much difference between an outsider like me and someone who's joined a gang."

"But there are advantages too. At least the gang will notify me when there is work to be done. There is a reward for completing it, and I haven't heard of any punishment for not completing it."

Tommy raised an eyebrow: "You mean you're here to work? Unload cargo?"

"No, no, no, the mission is very secretive. It's called surveillance, but the surveillance area is indeed the entire city. There are no photos of the target. It only says that if you see anything suspicious or feel something is wrong with a person or building, just report it immediately. Someone will be there to verify the information."

After saying that, Jim looked at Tommy and then put his arm around his good buddy's shoulder: "I've brought you a great job."

"Since you're just sitting here all day with a bunch of dockworkers waiting for work, why don't you help out? One useful clue could earn you the equivalent of three thousand Throne Coins! That's enough for you to work at the docks for ten years!"

After listening to Jim's account, Tommy seemed to remember something: "Let me state upfront, I did see some rather strange guys."

"But if the intelligence is true, I'll have to take 70%."

"No way, we're all buddies, you can have them all, just remember to treat me to a good meal. But did you really find something?" Jim asked back.

Tom nodded: "Let's leave here first, and talk on the way."