Terra Calendar 1591.1.5.

Honkai Authority Helserem Tower.

Basement minus.

Xia Xiu and Tours were standing outside the observation glass in front of the interrogation room, their eyes looking through the glass, staring at the scene in the interrogation room.

The orc Gruba Bone Shatter was placed in front of a special device, his head filled with a dense network of instruments and sensors that were extracting information from his brain.

His eyes were glazed, apparently under the influence of some kind of drug or technology.

"Is this guy normal?" Tours looked at the scene and smacked his lips.

"We're not the villains in picture book stories, this device looks scary, but the damage to the brain is not too serious, at most, the brain will turn slower in the future. Besides, the person in the Interrogation Section is Winfield Scott, and he's a brain expert." Xia Xiu retorted.

The Winfield Scot mentioned here is the brain in the vat that he rescued from Callisto, the Great Race of Is, who became his intelligence officer like Pansy Jane.

Pansy Jane, Intelligence Officer No. 1, is responsible for the Authority's regular intelligence processing and co-ordination of the Authority's operations; Winfield, the second intelligence officer, had only one head left, so his job was to work with [Adam] on some complex crisis handling and intelligence reviews.

Winfield is now in charge of the Authority's Interrogation Section.

Turce looked at the blonde young man with a serious face and a righteous face.

Unconsciously questioned in my heart: Isn't the usual style of Heaven the villain in the eyes of everyone......

But he also muttered in his heart, after all, he is also a man of heaven now.

Knock Knock Knock –

While the two were chatting, the Bright Moon Rabbit appeared at the right time, and she respectfully walked up to Xia Xiu and Turles.

"Report to the Director, here's a list of all the Gruba Broken Bones provided." The Bright Moon Rabbit handed over the information he had obtained from the Interrogation Section to Xia Xiu.

"Hmm." Xia Xiu smiled at the Bright Moon Rabbit, then took the information submitted by the other party, and began to carefully flip through the documents in his hand.

"There are quite a few races involved, halflings, kobolds, goblins, and some god-related believers......" he whispered as he read, "There are still a few of the so-called eight families in this secret language square who are not clear about the vomiters."

"Yes, and the vomiters will definitely become more vigilant when they find out that there are two esoteric acolytes missing here, and they will probably tighten their supply during this time. Moreover, the Whisper Square and the other aliens probably heard the news of your arrival, and began to intentionally or unintentionally plan to launder their own business, and the vomiters also began to deliberately start cutting their sales channels."

Kyaukyue Rabbit closely followed Xia Xiu's analysis and further sorted out the situation with her understanding and observation of the current situation.

The esoteric Cult's increased vigilance and adjustment of sales channels, as well as other attempts by the aliens to try to launder their business, are all direct responses to the current threat perception and response.

"It's a little late to wash your name." The Director's response was cold and cold, and his golden eyes flashed with a sharp edge that could not be ignored, "With dogs like vomiters and Skaven rat clans, they can't change their-eating characteristics, and they can't be washed away at all."

"Moreover, their secret medicine industry has formed a complex market system, and each link is closely connected, and together they maintain the operation of the secret medicine market. The knowledge and abilities of the Esoteric Cult of the Emeticizers, the resources and networks of the Skaven Ratmen clan and the Ratfolk clan, the management of the Esoteric Acolytes, and the direct role of the Esoteric Cult all contribute to such a black market economy."

Xia Xiu casually swiped his hand into the air, and a projection of [Adam's] screen appeared in the void, and a mental diagram constructed by his mind was written on the screen.

The thinking diagram is about the planning of the upper, middle and lower markets of the black market economy of Miyu Square.

[Upstream: Raw materials and production]

Emetic Esoteric Cult: As the original and main manufacturer of the emetic medicine, the emetic inducer

The Esoteric Religion is at the top of this chain. They are not only responsible for the formulation and production of secret medicines, but also for the collection and processing of raw materials. In this session, members of the Esoteric Cult use their knowledge and magical abilities to create esoteric elixirs with special effects, providing the core product to the entire market.

[Midstream: Processing and Wholesale]

Skaven Clan and Wolf Clan: These two groups are in the middle of the chain of the Elixir, and they are responsible for the further processing, packaging, and wholesale of the Elixir. Skaven and Wolf Men use their networks and resources to transform the original elixir provided by the Emetic Esoteric Cult into a commodity in the market, and may also participate in the secondary innovation of the emetic elixir and the development of new products.

【Downstream: Retail & Distribution】

Esoteric Acolytes: Esoteric Acolytes act as a bridge and node in this system, and they are responsible for introducing midstream products to the final link of the market. As high-ranking members within the Esoteric Order, the Acolytes are responsible for administering and issuing "Communicator" licenses, ensuring that the distribution of esoteric medicines serves both the interests of the Esoteric Cult and the needs of the market.

Communicator: Communicator is the end of the industrial chain, directly facing the end consumer. They are responsible for the final retail of the secret medicine, delivering the product directly to the user. The propagator needs the approval and permission of the esoteric acolyte, and this mechanism ensures the orderly and secret distribution of the esoteric medicine.

"This black market economy, the Authority must completely eradicate it."

At this, he paused, turned to look at the silent Tours and asked:

"What do you think, Tours?"

"Me?" Turce didn't expect Xia Xiu to suddenly name himself, so he was stunned for a moment.

However, what else can he see, this matter is not obvious.

"Armed conflict is inevitable, and the Authority is bound to take action against the neighborhood hub of Whisper Square."

The fox ears on the top of Tours' head shook slightly, as if to express his thoughts and decisions at the moment, and he said seriously on his small face:

"Now the top-level combat power of the Authority is guaranteed by pillars, so we are not timid about the backers behind the Secret Whisper Square, but in terms of grassroots, we ......

As the saying goes: soldier to soldier, general to general.

At the level of generals, the Authority now has the Fourth Sword Bearer of the Heavenly Kingdom as a pillar guarantee, so there is no problem in terms of top-level combat power.

In the chain of command, Tours and Pansy Jane, combined with [Adam], have no problem.

The problem facing the Authority now is that it is a soldier-to-soldier level, they lack grassroots and backbone cadres, and now there are only a handful of the entire Authority that can be called elite operators.

"The newly formed Authority Task Force doesn't even have an official name now." As he spoke, Turce's gaze turned to the Bright Moon Rabbit, who was standing tall.

"The A1 Assault Team, led by elite operator Kyaukyue Rabbit, is now limited to 20-30 people, because only this size ensures the flexibility of the team and ensures sufficient combat effectiveness. If we want to do anything about Whisper Square, the size of the task force will have to be tripled, and a large number of the Authority's junior officers will have to be drawn out, after all, both before and after the war, a large number of junior staff will be needed to deal with administrative issues." The fox-eared boy continued in a distressed voice.

"It's true that grassroots issues are the big ones that the Authority needs to address right now." Xia Xiu approved of Tours' words.

Junior staff of the Authority often have to deal with a large number of tasks, but the manpower is tight, resulting in high work pressure and difficulty in allocating time and energy effectively.

This is only a grassroots issue at the grassroots level – because it has not yet touched on the basic indicators of grassroots cadres' personal development, social relationships, psychological stress, etc.

Now it is just one problem of insufficient manpower among the many problems.

"That's why I hope to set up a task force in the Authority to divide the relevant missions of the Kingdom of Heaven and hand over important and urgent tasks to the task force, so as to liberate the grassroots from heavy and difficult problems, improve the efficiency of the grassroots work, and reduce their work pressure." Xia Xiu sighed.

His administrative philosophy has always been "fine

Soldiers and Simplified Administration".

The optimization of the functions of the Authority and the enhancement of the governance capacity of the Authority will be achieved through the streamlining of institutions and personnel, efficiency and effectiveness.

On the premise of ensuring administrative efficiency and service quality, reduce unnecessary administrative levels and personnel, optimize resource allocation, and achieve more efficient operational efficiency.

He has now rationalized the existing Authority, reduced the hierarchy of the Authority, merged departments with similar or overlapping functions, reduced administrative costs and improved decision-making efficiency.

Try to liberate grassroots cadres from unnecessary and repetitive work.

However, for the headquarters of the Authority, the time is still far from enough, and there are always more problems than methods.

Therefore, Xia Xiu could only focus on the construction of the task force, and first build a strong enough "elite army" to solve a large number of problems.

"Hell's Kitchen's Civic Issues and Whispering Square will be resolved around Midwinter, and I'll double the number of task forces before the holiday season and ensure their combat capability." Xia Xiu said to Tours.

"You're going to find the other two thorns," Turles was standing upright, interested. "Their political affiliation and code of conduct are very difficult to deal with."

"Isn't the list of task force personnel you gave me, and now I'm in trouble?" Xia Xiu glanced at Turce speechlessly.

"Don't look at me like that, although they are troublesome, they are indeed rare talents." Turce replied immediately.

"Reading information is indeed a rare talent, but the purpose of their contact with the Authority is very impure." Xia Xiu recalled the files of the two Reserve Elite Operators that Tours had handed him.

"A traitor to the mechanical church of the Daevite Empire, a traitor to the country of Wahala, and a man with odd hoof......

He rubbed his eyebrows and continued:

"You and Pansy Jane are in charge of Hell's Kitchen and Whispering Square, and the command of Team A1 is temporarily handed over to the two of you. I need to get in touch with the first target now and see what they really want."

"Hmm." Turce and Bright Moon nodded at the same time.

A twisted [Möbius Ring] appeared in front of Xia Xiu.

The next moment, there were ripples in the space, and his figure completely disappeared from the sight of the two.

************

Rich Robert's day begins in a modest Hell's Kitchen home, a place that is very different from the outside world's perception, a place of chaos and danger.

Jingle Ling Ling Ling –

The alarm clock rings like the first horn every morning, announcing the beginning of a new day.

His movements were a little sluggish, and the fatigue of last night had not yet completely dissipated.

Vigorously pat off the crystals on the mechanical arm of his right hand, this is [ore disease], but he is not like a normal ore disease patient.

As a mechanic of one of the Three Churches of Machines [Maxwell's Religious Church], he was able to transfer ore particles from his internal organs and circulatory system to his arm through his mechanical arm, which did not cure his ailment, but greatly alleviated his pain.

After rubbing his eyes, Li Xi turned over and got out of bed, and began the morning washing ceremony, and on his left hand, there was a line of time records——[175,320:20:56].

The time scale of life is constantly decreasing, and Rich has 175,320 hours left to live, and he can clearly watch his life pass.

"Gollum—"

The light blue mouthwash flowed away in the white porcelain basin, and the cool feeling on the inner wall of his mouth gradually dispelled the drowsiness, making him finally sober up.

In the closet, he fumbled around and pulled out a black Authority uniform, a symbol of his status as a member of the Authority and a part of his daily life.

When the curtains were opened, the warm yellow sunlight suddenly poured into the room, filling the entire space with the slight coolness of the early morning and a hint of warmth.

In the room, dozens of books, large and small, and notes are neatly arranged at the base of the bed

on the shelves.

The semi-circular spine of the book reflected a row of bright spots, gently stimulating his eyes.

He happily pulled out the fairy tale book he had brought out from the Daevite Empire - it was supposed to be burned by the firefighters with "451" engraved on their heads, but his parents kept it and used it as their son's children's enlightenment book.

In the Daevite, the government forbade other civilians from owning books, and publicizing among the people that ordinary citizens own books and knowledge leads to misfortune and inequality.

Knowledge can only be acquired by the subjects of His Majesty the Great Hanged King, only by the servants of the four masked lords, only by citizens authorized by the government, and only by students authorized by the Atlas.

All that remains is to contribute their 'timescales' to the Empire's six Book of Time.

The mission of the citizens of the Empire is like the poem that has been widely circulated in the Empire's technological capital, the City That Never Sleeps:

"The surface of the sea of lightlessness,

There is no way to reflect the dusky sky.

The dark star that does not rise reigns here,

Repeating meaningless echoes.

No one knows when this city was built.

The bones of countless sins are its foundation.

Involuntarily people dance like crazy,

Because all beings have to play a given role.

For those beings who transcend mortal cognition,

We die and are born again, and then die again.

Our monarch wriggles and twists on his throne,

Before his authority we offer atonement for our sins,

The thing that is offered is blood (time); The man who serves, the name of the king of hanging,

Then he can suffocate in bliss on his puppet thread.'"

In the Daevite Empire, the job of a firefighter was not to extinguish fires, but to burn houses where books were hidden.

They are the butchers who eliminate dissent and stifle freedom of thought.

[Once upon a time, in a distant and mysterious forest, there lived an industrious mole named Timo. Unlike other moles, Timo has a dream – to create a secret garden of his own. 】

"Mole ......," Rich Robert muttered to himself, touching the book's vivid drawings.

Mole, that's the code name he gave himself in the Authority.

When the mole grows into adulthood, its eyes are deeply sunken under the skin, its vision is completely degraded, and it is often not seen from the sun, and it is very unaccustomed to sunlight, once it is exposed to sunlight for a long time, the central nervous system will be confused, and the organs will be disordered, so that they die.

When in danger, you scream to scare your enemies, and then wait for an opportunity to escape, with a sound like cicadas and birds.

Because it likes to dig holes, harm crops, and harm agriculture, it is a pest beast.

This is a synopsis of the Mole, a disdainful term given by the Atlas to the citizens of the Daevite Empire, just as the Orettin Empire refers to the citizens of the Nether as the Greys.

The Atlas of the Daevite Empire also contemptuously called their own people moles.

Knowledge is light, and citizens who have lived in the 'lightless country' where books have been burned since childhood.

As an adult, knowledge is no longer available.

Pathetic mental barriers, pathetic cognitive barriers, pathetic ignorant thoughts......

It's firmly in the mole's mind.

"Ignorance in life, ridiculousness in death."

Rich Robert put the book back in its place, and every time he read the fairy tale, his eyes flashed with imperceptible anger.

He hated the Hanged King, the Daevite, the Land of Lightlessness, the Atlas of the City That Never Sleeps, and the Cogwheel Orthodox Church, which forbade the spread of knowledge......

He's a mole, but he's not a mole.

He will find fire for the land of light.