Chapter 15-2 (1/2)

For a human civilization, regardless of period or s.p.a.ce, whether there were any historical records or not, as long as a form of society was developed, it would not be able to avoid getting enveloped by layers upon layers of bureaucracy. The Federation that possessed tens of habitable planets and larger amount of resource stars was not an exception for this. Instead, due to the large population and expansion towards outer s.p.a.ce, this atmosphere of bureaucracy seems even deeper.

An official mail package from the second police department of Riverwest State, the Capital of Eastwood started its long journey under such atmosphere of bureaucracy. Prior to the journey, it went through three different departments for seal of approval at Riverwest State. Subsequently, it went through two round trips from the aviation department and logistics department before boarding the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p headed towards the Capital Star System.

Only three months later did this official mail package reached the administrative planet of the Capital Star System, also known as Highwood by the citizens of the Federation. It lay peacefully within the clean packing box, silently sitting at the corner in a car, leaving the airport and going along the high-speed highway located between the green woods and magnificent buildings. The journey to reach a government organization located outside the capital lasted four hours.

The information transceiver department of the Federation's Seventeenth Research Inst.i.tute signed the receipt before categorizing this package and putting it in the automatic doc.u.ment transmitter. Accompanied by the small sound of machinery, the package numbly went through the tunnels within the walls and reached a brightly lit office.

A department deputy director saw the package beside the table and curiously adjusted his gla.s.ses while reading the unfamiliar address on the package. After furrowing his brows for a long time, he finally recalled that this somewhat familiar handwriting belonged to a faraway comrade of his.

Old Bao has been staying at that place where even birds don't s.h.i.+t for more than ten years. I suppose even his brain has been muddled from staying there. The deputy director thought.  He received an email from Deputy Chief Bao three months ago; however he had long forgotten the seriousness of Deputy Chief Bao when entrusting the matter to him.

”Why does a police station exhibit needs the research inst.i.tute's appraisal? How much money was wasted sending it over from Eastwood? Seems like this kid is not afraid of being accused of wasting taxpayer's money during the committee audit…” The deputy shook his somewhat aching head and pressed the caller device on his desk.

A research worker wearing silver gla.s.ses walked in. His gray hair gave him an appearance of someone who had been in the seventeenth research inst.i.tute for a sufficient length of time. The middle-aged research worker looked at the deputy director fawningly and asked, ”Head, is there anything?”

”En…there is an exhibit sent over from the Eastwood Police Headquarters here. The appraisal application form is also inside the package. Take this to the laboratory to have a look.” The deputy director said in a carefree manner.

The middle-aged research worker gave the mail package a glance and noticed that the inscription on it belonged to the Riverwest State's Second Police Department instead of the Eastwood Police Headquarters. He immediately understood what transpired. Based on the rank of a state police branch, it was very hard for them to be qualified enough to apply for appraisal from the seventeenth research inst.i.tute. It seems like the deputy director was doing a personal favor, but since the counterparty chose to use the official channel for this then naturally it would be inconvenient to ask too much.

”Which aspects do we need to appraise?” The middle-age research worker took down the gla.s.ses rested on the bridge of his nose, glanced at the mail package in a serious manner and enquired, ”Is there a time limit?”

”No.” The deputy director waved his hand when he remembered the content of the mail package and said, ”You mainly needs to compare the craftsmans.h.i.+p and see if there is any similarities with the secret service or the military…the country folk at Eastwood was very worried that this was leaked from the military.”

The middle age research worker smiled, turned around and left the office without saying anything.

The next day, he went back to the office and reported the appraisal results to his head, ”There were no encryptions in the core materials so this shouldn't be something leaked from the military. However, the craftsmans.h.i.+p is indeed somewhat related to the military. This is probably a counterfeit product from Bermuda.”

”En.” The head asked, ”So nothing out of place found?”

”No.”