Accidents happened every year, but this year had been especially full of them.
After Lu PingAn returned, he tossed a problem up the chain, and they casually threw an even bigger problem back at him.
Everyone had their share? Though no one said it outright, the two leaders from the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs and the Alien Management Bureau were both hinting to Lu PingAn that it was best to leave "hunting down the culprit" to the locals.
It seemed they were preparing something behind the scenes as well, but it was inconvenient to say for now. They only told Lu PingAn to keep his communications open.
"Wash away the shame? Or kill a chicken to scare the monkeys and establish their authority?"
Whatever the case, one look at the Special Task Force running around outside like rabid dogs, along with the already packed confinement cells, was enough to explain everything.
But for Lu PingAn, his own team remained the priority.
"It wasn't easy coming back this time. Everyone worked hard, but you only have three days off, so be careful. You've all read the documents. Those who understand, understand. If you need extra leave, apply to me. I'll approve most requests, but the team's operations probably won't wait for you."
Unlike the last time, when they had been given a long vacation after returning, they had not been away for very long this time, and the group had not suffered serious losses either—at least compared to Green Planet. A few days of rest would be enough.
However, if someone needed to undergo an advancement ritual, pursue extended training, gather materials, or the like, that would naturally take more time.
"Do you have any plans for then?" someone asked. They needed to arrange their own schedules too.
"No. It'll still