The Emperor’s Angel of Death

#2201 - Whitewash (Part 2)

As soon as Silent Fox finished speaking, everyone looked at each other, and they couldn't help but be greatly moved, because an engineering project of this scale, even if it was only half of the original budget, would actually be very profitable. Not to mention, they could take the opportunity to intervene in the local real estate market, which would be even more lucrative considering the importance of the Badabu star system.

Before long, a thin man with a gloomy face, wearing a Blackstone windbreaker, who was sitting first on Silent Fox's left, stood up.

"Boss, I'm willing. I happen to have a distant cousin who is a Tech-Priest in Angstrom, and a senior priest at that."

The next moment, a bald man wearing a robe like a clergyman, who was sitting on Silent Fox's right, also stood up.

"Boss, I also have a friend in Angstrom who I'd trust my life with. I only need 45% of the budget for this project. Consider that extra half a percent my tribute to you."

A burst of laughter came from under the fox mask.

"That's very kind of you. Well, this is such a large project, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it alone. Go back and think about it, discuss it. If anyone else is interested, they can send their specific proposals to Fox Ear. That's all for today. Everyone has a lot to do, so let's go back."

Everyone stood up, nodded, and turned to walk towards the open door.

"Kirk, stay for a moment."

Hearing the sudden words from behind, Kirk's body froze. Then he turned around and sat back in his chair, while the others cast gloating expressions, guessing that this one might be following in Shami's footsteps.

After everyone left, only two people remained in the conference room. Then Silent Fox reached out and took off the mask, revealing Zorg's unchanging face.

This was the third time Kirk had seen his boss's true face, and he felt a little uneasy.

"Kirk, do you know why you were caught by the Legal Department?"

Hearing this, Kirk nodded silently and said in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, boss. I have a mole under me."

"It's not surprising to have a mole. There are plenty of moles in the group. The point is, you're too smart. You always want to provoke that law enforcement officer. I can understand your desire to win, and I also understand your contempt for the public authority of the Empire, but this kind of game is meaningless. If it weren't for me this time, you would probably have suffered a bit."

"Sorry."

"I entrusted you with Sagan's main weapon line because I value your intelligence and calmness. Well, let's not have you be an executive officer anymore. The weapon smuggling line will also have to be changed in the future."

Kirk sighed softly, knowing that the punishment was coming.

"In the future, we'll just sell weapons openly. Kirk, come and help me in the family."

"Huh?"

Kirk was stunned for a moment.

"Family?"

"Yes, from now on, you will be a secondary agent of the ancient Irdabama family."

"Irdabama family? Boss, you\n"

Zorg revealed a fox-like smile.

"Of course, I am the patriarch."

Kirk pondered for a moment, then said softly:

"Boss, is your establishment of this so-called regional governor intended to separate the family business from the group in the future?"

Zorg nodded.

"Kirk, you are indeed very smart. Yes, Rogue Trader families must operate in the open. If the shadow behind them is too long, others will be suspicious, and it will also attract a lot of trouble. But complete separation is not realistic. To be honest with you, the family now has nothing but an ancient contract. It has no trade fleets of its own, no fixed trade routes or trade partners, and even the family fortress is still only on the drawing board. So the group's business is still a relatively important source of funds. But I plan to completely separate the weapon trade from the group, and you are the most familiar with this business."

"Thank you for your kindness, boss."

"After you go back, sort out all aspects of the business, and also clean up the weapon trade business on the other planets. I've already told them. Low-end small arms transactions can remain the same. You can arrange for your trusted agents to maintain them, after all, the group's grassroots business still has this demand. But the transactions of heavy weapons and vehicles must be unified and managed by the family. After you rectify it, report to me separately. After that, you may have to go on a business trip."

"Business trip?"

Kirk thought for a moment, then said cautiously:

"The family's business partners?"

"Sort of. A forge world, in the Tempest Sector. That's also the focus of the family's trade routes in the future."

Tempest Sector, Kirk calculated in his mind. If he remembered correctly, the Space Marine Chapter leading the expeditionary force seemed to come from that direction\n

Obviously, his boss and the new Rogue Trader patriarch were already hinting at something to him. In other words, he was already being regarded as a confidant.

This kind of thing, of course, did not need to be pointed out.

"Understood."

"There's nothing else, go and get busy."

"Yes, Patriarch."

Kirk stood up and walked towards the door, but before the door opened, Zorg suddenly said again.

"Deal with that mole. Your game with that law enforcement officer should end."

Hearing this, Kirk stopped, turned around, and nodded.

"As you command."

When Kirk returned to his ship, his men had already prepared someone.

The man's hands were tied behind his back, and his mouth was taped shut. He was kneeling on the ground with two people pressing his shoulders. When he saw Kirk walking down from the shuttle's opened hatch, his eyes showed horror and despair. He kept shaking his head, trying to explain something, but he couldn't say a word.

Kirk leaned on his cane and walked up to him, then squatted down and sighed, saying:

"Babu, thanks to your cooperation over the years. I've always thought you were a rare good person. Although you became a double agent because your son was sick and needed money urgently, I can understand you, because I've also had such desperate moments. I thought there could be a good ending between us, but there's no way. But don't worry, I'll leave enough money for your wife and children to live comfortably for the rest of their lives, and you'll also get a martyr's honor in the Legal Department. Perhaps, if you're lucky, your son will have a chance to become a law enforcement officer."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the passage without looking back. The other two grabbed the Legal Department's intelligence officer and pushed him into the waste disposal room on the side of the flight deck. Then they closed the gate and pulled the lever.

In an instant, the gushing flames instantly engulfed the struggling man, turning him to ashes in just a few seconds. Then the robotic arm used a vacuum cleaner to collect the ashes and put them into a sealed small box.

Thirty-six hours later, this box would appear in front of the Sagan V Legal Department Fortress.

And before this happened, an even more shocking event was announced by an envoy from Terra.