Chapter 17 Special Operations Department

"Blackthorn Security Company."

Seeing the signboard, Klein was stunned for a long time, feeling an unexpected but reasonable feeling.

Really... I don't know how to complain... He shook his head and laughed, walked up the stairs, stretched out his right hand, and knocked on the half-closed door.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a slow and rhythmic knock on the door, but there was no response in the room, only the faint sound of "da da da".

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Klein repeated it again, still the same result.

He switched from knocking to pushing, making the gap bigger, and then looking into it, he saw a group of classical sofas, soft-faced armchairs and log-colored coffee tables for reception, and saw a table directly opposite, and the table A little brown-haired girl with her head lowered behind her back.

Although the "security company" brand is just a disguise, it's too, too unprofessional, right? How long has it been since the business came out? Well, you don't need any business either... Klein groaned as he moved closer, on the table, in the girl's ear, and knocked twice.

Boom! Boom!

The brown-haired girl sat up straight and grabbed the newspaper spread out in front of her with both hands, covering her face.

"Tingen City Honest News"... a good name... Klein silently read the newspaper and raised his head towards his side.

"The steam train 'Flying' that goes directly to Constant City opened today... Really, when will it be able to go directly to Dixi Bay, I don't want to go by boat again, it's too uncomfortable, very uncomfortable... Hey, who are you? The brown-haired girl pretended to read and expressed her opinion, and while she was talking, she lowered the newspaper, revealing a smooth forehead and light brown eyes, first to please and then to look at Klein in astonishment.

"Hello, I'm Klein Moretti. I'm here at the invitation of Mr. Dunn Smith." Klein took off his top hat, put it on his chest, and bowed slightly.

The brown-haired girl looked like she was in her early twenties, wearing a light green Loen style light dress, with beautiful lace on the cuffs, neckline, chest and other places, which made her face even more beautiful.

"Captain...Okay, wait here, I'll ask him." The girl hurriedly got up and entered the inner room through the door next to her.

Don't say anything about pouring a glass of water... The sense of service is worrying... Klein smiled slightly and waited where he was, without going to the sofa and chair.

After two or three minutes, the brown-haired girl pushed open the door and said with a sweet smile:

"Mr. Moretti, please follow me. The captain is on duty at Chanis Gate today and cannot leave."

"Okay." Klein walked warmly, but he muttered in his heart.

Chanis Gate, what is that?

Through the partition, the first thing that caught his eye was a short corridor with three offices on the left and right.

Some of these offices are locked, others are open, and people inside can be seen tapping away with heavy mechanical typewriters.

At a glance, Klein actually found an acquaintance: the young police officer who came to search his house that day, the black-haired, blue-eyed one with the romantic temperament of a poet.

He was not wearing a formal suit, nor was his white shirt tucked into his trousers, he looked reckless.

Maybe he is really a poet... Klein nodded in greeting, and the other party smiled back.

The brown-haired girl twisted the handle of the office on the left at the end, pushed the door open, pointed to the inside and smiled:

"There are a few more stairs to go down."

Nothing was placed in this office, only the gray-white stone stairs stretched down.

The walls on either side of the steps are lit by elegant gas lamps, whose steady light dispels the darkness and brings peace.

The brown-haired girl walked ahead, stared at her feet, and walked carefully:

"Although I often walk here, I'm still afraid. I'm always worried about falling down and rolling down. You don't know, Leonard has done such a stupid thing.

On the first day when he didn't fully grasp his own strength, he tried to run at a sprint speed, and then he turned into a wheel, haha, just thinking about it, it's funny, um, it's the guy who greeted you just now, this is all It happened three years ago. Speaking of which, I joined the Nighthawks for five years, when I was only seventeen years old..."

While looking at the road, the girl spoke in a familiar way. Suddenly, she patted her forehead covertly and said:

"I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Roshan, my father was a regular member of the Nighthawks, and he died in an accident five years ago. We should be colleagues in the future, uh, we should use the word 'colleague'... It can't be counted. Teammates, we are not Beyonders after all."

"I hope to have this honor, but in the end it depends on what Mr. Smith has to say." Klein looked around the enclosed area, only to feel that the two of them began to enter the ground—the stone wall seeped cold moisture, dispelling the summer heat.

"Don't worry, I can let you come here directly. It means that the captain has agreed. I have always been a little afraid of the captain. Although he is very kind and caring, he feels like my father, but I don't know why, but I am afraid." Luo Shan's voice said. Like a piece of candy.

Klein humorously responded:

"Isn't it normal to be afraid of my father?"

"It makes sense." Roshan reached out and supported the wall at the corner.

While speaking, the two walked down the spiraling stairs and came to the flat ground paved with slate.

This is a long passage. The walls on both sides are also inlaid with gas lamps surrounded by metal grids. The rays of light sway below, dragging the shadows of Klein and Roshan.

Klein keenly noticed that there was a "Dark Sacred Emblem" at intervals on the wall, which was the symbol of the goddess of the night - "Deep black as the base, brightly embellished, surrounded by exactly half of the crimson moon."

These holy emblems seem to be nothing special, but walking between them, Klein's mood gradually became calmer, and Luo Shan also closed his mouth, no longer chatting like he did just now.

Not long after, a crossroad appeared ahead, and the brown-haired girl briefly introduced:

"To the left leads to St. Selena's Church, to the right is the weapons, materials, and archives, and straight ahead is the Chanis Gate."

Church of St. Selena? Is Zoetland Street on the back of Red Moon Street? Klein was dumbfounded.

The Church of St. Selena on Red Moon Street is the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of the Night in Tingen. It is a sacred place that local devout believers yearn for. It is also located in the north of Tingen, along with the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery in the suburbs. The "River and Sea Church" of the Lord of Storms Church in the district jointly supports the religious circles of Tingen City and its affiliated towns and villages.

Feeling that it is not suitable for him to ask more questions in his current capacity, Klein just listened silently without saying a word.

After crossing the intersection and going straight forward, within a minute, a black iron door with seven sacred emblems painted on it appeared in front of the two of them.

It stood there, intuitively heavy, cold, and looking down, like a giant guarding the darkness.

"Chanis Gate." Roshan mentioned, pointing to the next room, "Captain is inside, you can go in by yourself."

"Okay, trouble you." Klein politely replied.

The room Roshan was pointing to was just in front of the "Chanis Gate". The window was open and there was light shining through. Klein took a breath and calmly flexed his fingers.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Come in." Dunn Smith said in a low and warm voice.

Klein gently pushed open the hidden door, and saw that there was only one table and four chairs inside. Dunn Smith, with a high hairline, was wearing the black trench coat from last night, leisurely reading the newspaper, and there were buttons near his chest. A golden bracelet.

"Sit down, think about it? Are you sure you want to join us?" Dunn put down the newspaper at hand and asked with a smile.

Klein took off his hat, saluted, sat down at the table, and nodded slowly:

"yes, I'm sure."

"Then take a look at this contract, hehe, everyone likes to call it a contract now." Dunn opened the desk drawer and took out the contract in duplicate.

The above clauses are not many, they are roughly what Dunn Smith said before, and the focus is on confidentiality clauses. Violators will no longer go through the Kingdom Court, but will be directly tried by the Arbitration Tribunal of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, just like soldiers, Officers have to go to court-martial.

Five-year contract... Weekly salary of 2 pounds 10 soli, 10 soli confidentiality and risk allowance... After Klein read them one by one, he answered sternly:

"I'm OK."

"Then sign it." Dunn pointed to the dark red pen and ink on the table.

Klein first tried the pen with waste paper, then took a secret breath, and signed his name: Klein Moretti in the corresponding position of the two contracts.

Because he didn't have a seal yet, he finally had to put his fingerprints on it.

Dunn retracted the contract, took out a seal from the drawer, and affixed it at the end and at the key points.

After doing all this, he stood up, handed back a contract with one hand, and reached out to Klein with the other:

"Welcome, from now on, you are one of our members. Note that the contract must also be kept confidential."

Klein followed and stood up, took the contract while holding the other party's hand and said with a smile:

"Then should I call you captain?"

"Yes." Dunn's gray eyes were unusually deep in the dim environment.

After shaking hands, the two sat down respectively. Klein glanced at the seal on the contract and found that the text was "The Market Value Night Squad of Tingen, Ahowa County, Loen Kingdom".

"I really didn't expect you to use the 'Black Thorn Security Company' to cover up." He laughed casually.

"Actually, we have another signboard." Dunn took out a piece of paper from the drawer.

It is stamped with the double seal of the city government and the police department, and the content is two lines of words:

"The Seventh Team of the Special Operations Department of the Ahowa County Police Department of the Loen Kingdom."

"The first four groups are normal police officers who are responsible for security, such as the VIP protection group, the important place protection group, etc. From the fifth group onwards, it has been targeting supernatural events in various cities in the county. Our seventh group is responsible for the goddess of Tingen City. Events related to believers, if there are people of different beliefs, are divided according to regions, we are mainly in the North District, West District, Jinwutong District and other places.”

Dunn gave a brief introduction, "The sixth group affiliated to the Storm Lord Church's 'Deputy Punisher' team is responsible for the dock area, the east area and the southern area, and the university area and the suburbs belong to the fifth group, which is the 'Heart of Machinery' in Tingen's squad."

"Yeah." Klein couldn't find anything to ask about this matter, so he smiled and said, "If someone really came to entrust the mission because of the 'Black Thorn Security Company' brand, what should I do?"

"Yes, why not? As long as it doesn't interfere with daily affairs." Dunn replied calmly and humorously, "If you earn money, you can use it as an additional subsidy. The team members are very happy. The trivial matters are now taken over by private investigators."

"How many people are there in our Nighthawks team?" Klein asked on this topic.

"There are not many supernatural events, and even more Beyonders. There are only six official members of the Nighthawks in Tingen City, including me, hehe, there are six civil servants including you." Dunn said slowly. Reply.

Klein nodded, and finally asked what he was most concerned about:

"Captain, what did you say about the Beyonder losing control? Why did it lose control?"

PS: Every Monday there is a patch update, and a chapter will be updated in the early morning. Also, the dog-to-mouse gambling activity in the previous chapter is not my brain hole, it is the creation of the lower-class people of the corrupt country in the Victorian era. . I went back and posted the source of the data on the WeChat public account.