"Seriously? Aren't Lungmen's roads supervised by the Guard Department? How could they possibly fail to bear the weight of a mere agricultural reclamation vehicle?"
"You're always like this..."
Ch'en sighed and sat in the passenger seat, only hoping her subordinates wouldn't see this scene. Word getting around was inevitable; she merely prayed no one would witness it firsthand, especially not a certain tiger.
But how could someone possibly miss a moment like this?
Before long, she saw Swire's car stop at the end of the street. Flashes of camera light occasionally shone through the blackened windows, and Old Ch'en couldn't help lowering her head.
"Ch'en-Ch'en, is that Swire?"
"Yes."
She turned to look. Bagpipe had already stopped the vehicle, grabbed the enormous black lance beside her, and began rolling down the window in an orderly fashion.
"What are you doing?!"
Ch'en was horrified.
Bagpipe hurled the lance, then leaped through the car window at the same time, vanishing amid the high-speed movement. By the time Ch'en came to her senses, the lance had embedded itself diagonally in the ground. Bagpipe's heel landed directly on its handle, her thighs and calves taut, graceful as a willow.
"Swire, hand over the camera."
"Pfft~"
Not only was Swire unafraid, she took several more pictures. The flashes seemed to be mocking her. Bagpipe performed a backflip to pull up the lance, then kicked off with tremendous force. Like a razor cutting through tofu, the lance pierced straight through Swire's hood.
Then Bagpipe flipped back, jumped through the window into the driver's seat, hurriedly started the engine, and prepared to flee with Ch'en.
"Who did you learn that from?"
"It was all stuff they wouldn't let us learn back at Victoria Military Academy. Rhodes Island doesn't object to it, though. They have a great time