Darkstone Code

Chapter 1111 - 1109: The Infiltrator

The situation in Amelia changed very quickly, as if Akumal was a red-hot knife cutting through butter, solving all the problems almost without any hindrance.

The employees of Darkstone Security Company took only a week to pack all their things and orderly board the transport ship that came to take them back home.

At that moment, hundreds of reporters documented this scene thoroughly with their lenses, as the Darkstone Security employees in their special uniforms lined up to leave.

This was seen by the people of Amelia as an unprecedented victory!

Problems that could not be solved through hard-fought battles and staunch resistance were now resolved under the guidance of Akumal’s ideology. Does this not precisely prove the correctness and value of Akumal’s thoughts?

The departing ships prompted the locals gathered at the port to take off their hats and throw them high in the air. An international reporter, excitedly, asked a colleague to take a photo of him; he too wanted to immerse himself in this atmosphere.

It was noisy, yet the merriment was calming.

"It’s as if they achieved victory by driving the invaders from their land," someone said, and no one disagreed or denied this statement.

From certain perspectives, saying Darkstone Security Company was an invader is not a wrong view.

They helped the invaders suppress the local resistance, so how are they different from the invaders?

However, Lynch skillfully avoided potentially troublesome issues, such as during the two massacres of the mobs, where Darkstone Security was only involved in the initial arrests, while the executions were entirely carried out by the Gafura people.

At the time, the Gafura people were constantly ambushed and assassinated, with their fury reaching its peak, eagerly needing bloodshed to relieve their tension and anger.

Lynch stood nearby watching all this, with the Major responsible for the operations standing beside him, along with several other officers.

They weren’t returning to the Federation yet. They would return later with Lynch, although it was possible they might have other work to do.

"See? We’re not welcome," Lynch pursed his lips, "They might not hate us like they hate the Gafura people, but they also won’t treat us as friends."

The expressions of the officers were not like those of the new batch of officers, as if they had swallowed a fly. In their nearly two years here, the armed suppression wasn’t just a formal affair.

At least tens of thousands died at their hands, if not more. Every now and then, they would strike against anti-government insurgents, with the Gafura people’s demand being that they didn’t want to see them again.

That is to say, they didn’t want prisoners, all were killed in combat.

Such killings had few problems as they took place outdoors, without witnesses, hence not directly inciting the public’s hatred.

The unseen hatred was all directed towards the Gafura people, and now, with some issues resolved, there were signs of alleviation.

The officers looked at the people in the square, their eyes void of emotion, and these people... their relationship with the military was no longer as solid as it once was.

While in Amelia, it was Lynch who paid them, it was Darkstone Security compensating the fallen soldiers, and everything was related to Lynch, not the Ministry of Defense.

Two years of numb slaughter not only earned them combat experience surpassing Federation Army officers, but more importantly, shattered their naïve illusions through everything they had experienced!

This was not a righteous war, and their injuries and sacrifices were not honorable.

Once people become realistic, they can see things they couldn’t see before!

Thus, when Lynch spoke those words, the officers’ faces showed an indifferent "indeed that’s the case" expression.

Lynch pressed his lips together, "You are the elite among the elite of the company, even the worst of you has reached level three, right?"

The Major nodded, "We have all reached level three."

"Good, very good!" Lynch nodded, "You won’t return to the Federation. Returning would only allow you to rest for a while. It’s better to go directly to the North."

"They lack veterans in Mariluo. You can teach them some things, except... the Major."

Lynch gestured for them to leave, leaving only the Major behind.

He looked at the Major, examining the young man.

When the Major reported over two years ago, he carried a sharpness that was easy to see through, like a knife without a sheath, and seeing him made it clear that one might be cut.

Now, after two years, he had settled down, without that sense of sharpness, becoming ordinary and calm.

"Your new assignment is different from the others. You will have a paid leave not exceeding three years..."

The Major showed no change in expression. Lynch smiled and asked, "Aren’t you curious what kind of new assignment this is?"

He shook his head, "Does it count as attendance?"

Hearing this, Lynch couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He patted the Major’s arm, "Of course, it counts as attendance!"

After the adjustment to the salary structure of Darkstone Security Company, the basic salary became very low, only four or five hundred, and even level three field staff only earned six or seven hundred.

However, their attendance bonuses would be very high. This was also changed because of the influx of many logistics personnel into the company, to prevent conflicts arising from frontline staff taking huge risks but earning the same as logistics personnel.

If logistics personnel go on duty, the allowance is also quite high, but comparatively, there are fewer opportunities and shorter durations.

Fieldwork is different, often lasting dozens of days, or even months, half a year, or a whole year; the income for one year would be more than enough for an average person to earn in a lifetime.

The various duty allowances for a Level 3 fieldworker together add up to a salary of around twenty thousand per month, which means over two to three hundred thousand per year!

This is already more than what some small factory owners earn!

When the Major asked this question, his attitude, and his position, was already very clear.

"Later, you will stay here, and then someone will specifically teach you how to accurately speak with a Gafura accent, help you find a family you’ve never met, and you will live life under a different identity."

"On the surface, you will go to Mariluo with others, and then during an attack, you will be reported dead. Your identity will be completely erased."

"What you need to do is become a Gafura citizen and hide on Gafura’s main island."

"There’s no fighting involved, just a leisurely vacation. Within three years, when you return, I’ll promote you to senior fieldworker."

"Any questions?"

The Major pursed his lips, "No questions!"

In three years, he could earn around seven to eight hundred thousand, and it doesn’t sound too dangerous.

By the time he returns, he’ll be a senior fieldworker, and his income will see another significant rise.

Darkstone Security has a strict promotion system, not just about staying at the company long enough to automatically upgrade.

Fieldwork is mandatory; each fieldwork day earns points, and completing a task or exceptional performance during fieldwork adds extra points.

Only when you have enough points can you be promoted.

Logistics are the same; those who haven’t been on the battlefield aren’t qualified for high salaries, that’s Darkstone Security Company’s creed!

Including Lynch, purely in terms of salary, he is on the lowest tier, without any allowance, receiving only four hundred and fifteen from the company each month.

Such a stringent system fosters strong attachment among people to the company.

It’s akin to the leveling-up in a game, a form of investment; the greater the cost, the harder it is to abandon.

At Darkstone, promotions often come at the cost of life; the higher the level, the less likely one is to give up everything they have achieved.

Once the conflict between the Gafura nobles and the Imperial Family reaches a peak, a confrontation is inevitable. These conflicts may not be armed in nature but will still impact the outcome of this political struggle.

At necessary times, having people who can ensure nothing goes beyond plan becomes very important.

Deploying a batch of people in advance is the best option.

If everything goes as planned, they’re just on a vacation there, and the company can cover these costs—actually, it’s still paid by the Prime Minister.

Lynch believes Mr. Truman will know how to balance things and will support the Prime Minister’s ascendancy, not backing the Emperor’s reinstatement.

Therefore, it seems like a huge expense, but actually, Lynch not only doesn’t lose money, he profits.

As the conversation concluded and Lynch was about to leave, the Major was slow to say "goodbye," and Lynch stood there looking at him.

After about ten seconds, he hesitantly said, "My family, they..."

"They will receive news of your death and believe it’s real. Once we ensure no one continues investigating this matter, we will tell them the truth."

"Of course, the compensation counts as an additional bonus, so there will be no bonus for this mission. Any other questions?"

The Major sighed in relief, shook his head, "No, Sir!"

He stood with his legs together, saluted, and after Lynch nodded slightly in acknowledgment, he left.

The next time they might meet could be two or three years later.

Subsequently, an officer impersonating the Major, along with other officers, boarded the ship bound for the Federation; civilians were recording these departing Darkstone Security officers, and the Gafura people were too.

When the people behind them learned that Darkstone Security Company members had completely left, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Amelia’s safety cannot be compromised. If Darkstone Security members don’t leave, or don’t fully leave, it would involve some managers from the domestic empire.

They might even send troops over, even though it isn’t much significant, but it certainly would be a headache.

Lynch ensured those people left cleanly, which made everyone satisfied.

Except for... Mr. Truman.