Riding in a horse-drawn tram, Angel came to the docklands.

A large part of the area is on the outskirts of Tingen, where the Tasok and Hoy rivers meet outside the city and flow to Beckland, where a large number of passenger and cargo ships flow downstream, allowing the wharves on the outskirts of Tingen to develop rapidly and connect with the city.

Just before getting in the car, Klein was still making a last-ditch effort.

"Don't you really need me to go with you?"

Angel was standing at the bus stop on Zotland Street, waiting for the railcar to arrive, with Klein carrying a gentleman's cane, ready to wait for Angel to get on the bus before walking back to Iron Cross Street to complete his daily afternoon mission: to find lost notes along the way.

"Didn't you just discuss it?"

Seeing that Crane was still eager to try, Angel shook his head.

"It's just to steal, cough, to get back Mrs. Green's lost ring, it's inconvenient to have too many people."

Rao is just now the two discussed for a long time how to "steal the ring", but saying this word in public still made Angel feel a little ashamed.

The police in Tingen can only be blamed for their indulgence, and even the citizens do not believe them, but look for private detectives and security companies to solve such problems.

Angel found a good excuse for her actions.

"What if the ring isn't in the safe, or if there's no safe at all?" Klein seemed a little hesitant, "If I also go to the scene for divination, I have a better chance of finding the ring." ”

"Even if you don't find the ring, it's a big deal to go next time, this time it's a step on it. But if the two of us are discovered, there may not be a next time. ”

Angel decisively refused the request of the "soothsayer" who had no combat ability to join the team, and the probability of being discovered in his solo action was very small, and it would be too difficult to bring a clumsy soothsayer.

Pulling her mind back to the present, Angel walked in the direction she remembered towards the warehouse complex in the docklands.

It was around 3 p.m., the busiest time of day in the docklands.

Sailboats and steamships are moored along the river, rudimentary cranes are constantly loading and unloading crates, and loaders carrying heavy loads and wheelbarrows are moving like ant colonies along narrow but well-connected roads. The haphazardly paved paved wooden pavement had been potholed, and the water and garbage were mixed together, and the rancid smell was hard to breathe in the open air.

It's a slump area in Tingen, with lucrative jobs and cheap housing, and countless people who can't afford to live in the city beg for a living.

This is also the last area that the Tingen police would have ever wanted to visit, preferring to send a whole force to protect the mayor's ball and line up in front of dignitaries rather than patrol the dirt lanes of the docks for a quarter of an hour.

Where the light doesn't shine, there is darkness, and it's only natural that gangsters are born in such areas.

In fact, the original intention of the establishment of the "Dock District Labor Mutual Aid Association" was to fight against the exploitation of workers by other gangs, and a group of dock workers who wanted to escape protection money and forced labor joined forces to fight violence with violence and drive other gangs that oppressed workers out of the area.

Then there is the inevitable corruption, the depravity, and the next oppressor......

Of course, what they are doing is actually the same as the old gangs, monopolizing work, collecting protection money, selling some contraband, and there is not much bad behavior towards the "members".

It's not that they find it in their conscience, it's that the low-level workers really don't have oil and water to squeeze...... Dock workers are generally paid only 10 soles a week, and their jobs are still precarious, and this salary is almost nothing left except rent and daily life, and although the cost of living will drop slightly after the repeal of the Grain Act, more farmers will flock to the cities to compete for the already few jobs, and their salaries will only be further reduced due to vicious competition.

From this point of view, the labor mutual aid association, which monopolizes most of the dock work, is conducive to the bargaining of workers and avoids the depreciation of labor caused by the bottomless price reduction of each other.

At least Angel doesn't see too many traces of "gangsters" from the busy scene in front of him.

Following the road along the riverbank, avoiding the crowds, and after a few turns, she came to a cluster of warehouses.

After a fire burned to the ground a few years ago, the new buildings are made of brick and concrete, in stark contrast to the low-rise wooden buildings of the rest of the city.

Angel's target was a three-storey warehouse, but the interior was divided into two floors, with a row of double arches in front and different cubicles separated by brick walls behind the doors, with the first floor for storing goods and the second floor for office space.

As far back as Cole can remember, he had been to the warehouse twice and had some impressions of the internal structure.

At this time, most of the workers should go to the dock to move the goods, and will not move the items that need to be stored back to the warehouse until nightfall. But now the main entrance of the warehouse was bustling with people, with hundreds of men in all kinds of workers' uniforms crowded the door, surrounding a rudimentary podium made of boxes in the middle.

"Quiet, everyone!"

On the stage, a middle-aged man, also wearing a worker's uniform, shouted through a tin horn.

"I have received your request, but the president will not be back until two days later, until then, please continue to work with peace of mind, do not delay our progress, and when the president returns to Tingen, the congress will be held immediately."

"Don't even think about it! That's what you said last time, two days after two days! ”

"Get the hell out of here, you!"

"We want to see the president!"

A few workers who were clearly taking the lead agitated the crowd around them, and the clamor of hundreds of people immediately drowned out the cries for maintaining order.

Seeing that the man standing on the high platform was sweating profusely, comforting the workers around him, and several tall and strong men surrounded by the high platform, repeatedly blocking the workers who rushed to him, as if protecting the man who was shouting, Angel's heart moved, and he had an idea.

The farce in front of us should not end anytime soon, and the entire warehouse has been attracted to the main entrance, maybe now is the best chance to get the ring back?

Bypassing the noisy front door area, Angel made his way to the back of the warehouse.

The building, which has only been built for a few years, is already covered with peeling traces of wall paint, revealing the brick structure below, and it can be seen that the owner of the building does not care about these "face projects", and there is a row of narrow windows along the wall upwards until it is five meters high, and the only available foothold is a row of beams protruding from the wall slightly below the window.

No matter how agile the "Assassin" is, it is impossible to climb the vertical five-meter-high wall without the help of tools, but fortunately, the second floor of the warehouse belongs to the office area, and several gas and water pipes go vertically up along the corners of the wall, penetrating into the wall slightly lower than the window.

Thanks to the hoarse shouts of the men on the podium at the entrance of the warehouse, and the various indiscriminate scolding of the workers, the people near the warehouse gathered in the direction of the main entrance.

Seeing that there was no one around, Angel no longer hesitated, she walked to the corner, reached out to test the strength of the pipe, and found that there was no problem in carrying the weight of a person, so she climbed up directly.

Using her hands and feet together, the physical fitness and exceptional agility provided by the Assassin potions allowed her to quickly climb to the height of the second floor, and then leaped to her feet with the help of a horizontal pipe that pierced through the wall and onto the beam under the windows of the second floor. Angel's heart tightened as she jumped with the overwhelming sound of the fixing screws at the junction of the pipe and the wall, and when she stood still, she looked around, and the back of the warehouse was empty, and the workers farther away would not notice the small movement.

But now that he was on a high place, if anyone looked from afar, he could easily spot the figure climbing on the outer wall, and Angel didn't dare to stay longer. She pulled the nearest window, and found that it was not locked from the inside, so she gently opened one side, took a quick look at the interior of the room, and pressed the edge of the window with both hands to climb in.

It was a small filing room, with wooden shelves against the walls stacked with stacks of paper documents, from newer kraft paper to paper bags with torn corners.

Near the door was a set of tables and chairs, with a register spread out on it, and a cup of coffee steaming from the mouth.

Perhaps for fear of a fire, the room was not gaslit and relied on two windows to provide natural light.

Quickly scanning the room with her eyes, Angel didn't find anything that looked like a safe, she casually pulled out a stack of documents on the shelf, found that it was a statistics of incoming and outgoing goods from the warehouse, and stuffed it back again.

Gently pushing open the door, there is a long corridor outside, which should be in the middle of the second floor, and there are several gas lamps hanging on the wall, it is daytime, but since there are only two windows at the end of the hallway, the main light source still needs to be provided by gas lamps. The same door is opened or closed every few meters on either side of the corridor. The door she had just walked out of had a sign that read "Data Room" on it.

The entire second floor was silent, except for the faint voices of people coming from the emotional crowd at the front door of the warehouse, where workers were arguing with the warehouse manager and his bodyguards.

It seems that it is time to hurry, no matter which side of the fight wins, it is possible to make it to the second floor of the warehouse, and before that time must find the safe and "take" the ring.

Angel quickly walked through the hallway, checked the door number, and when he came across an unlocked door, he opened the door and put his head in to take a look, and when it was locked, he tapped the door twice to see if anyone was inside.

Walking through the "pantry", "lounge", "assistant's office" and other rooms in turn, except for a big man lying on the sofa in the lounge, Angel did not meet anyone else.

After going through the staircase in the middle of the hallway to the other end, and looking for a few more rooms, she finally found the door number that read "President's Office."

Pressing lightly on the brass doorknob, a wave of resistance came, and the handle did not move.

Angel was overjoyed, and it seemed that this was the room.