Control Freak / The Greedy Riftbeast

"A bit slow. Even though they're just militia, this is a unit that's supposed to be responsible for the Lungmen Guard Department, right?" Swire shook her head, then praised, "But they've only been training for a few days! Rhodes Island is doing a great job!"

She then thought of the Winter Soldiers she had fought alongside not long ago and asked, "Speaking of which, when did you train your previous militia?"

Oute glanced at Amiya.

The little rabbit paused for a moment, then said, "Two days earlier than them."

Swire asked incredulously, "You must be kidding me!?"

Talulah couldn't help but explain, "Under Doctor. Oute Originium Arts, they don't need much training to demonstrate considerable combat power."

"That militia remained in the Chernobog refugee camp, continuing their training while maintaining order."

Swire didn't press further; instead, she turned to look at the second-generation soldiers.

"In this way, the poor... the Lower City can quickly have its own security force." She said with some relief, then excitedly added, "In this way, Pu... Huijie can also realize her long-cherished wish!"

Chapter 227 Control Freak

Unlike the first batch of soldiers who were quickly scrambled through air rifle training, thrown into the battlefield and relied on Oute micro-management, and then had to catch up on their training after leaving the battlefield.

Because they are located in another Mobile City, they cannot expand without restraint or end. The second-generation soldiers must proceed slowly from the very beginning. They need to master all the skills required of the "Deepwinter Soldiers" and be able to easily replicate themselves.

As the battle formations slowly shifted, Swire seemed to see the militia that had withstood the onslaught of Mephisto ' "Herd" not long ago.

If everything is true, then that tenacious militia, having been there only three to five days earlier than these greenhorns who could barely walk straight, is practically indistinguishable. And to be able to make such soldiers achieve such results...

Oute. Doctor Originium Arts is probably the kind that generals dream of.

Etc?

General!?

Swire quickly realized, "But, your approach is aimed at training the army, isn't it?"

Oute replied bluntly, "We have no experience in training police officers."

"Disasters themselves are devastating. But what kills the most after Catastrophe is not their aftermath, but the collapse of order."

He distorted the facts and used his credibility appropriately.

"Faced with this situation, the best form of assistance we can provide is to rebuild order. And the fastest way to rebuild order is to dump a significant portion of the refugees into military camps."

In certain circumstances, this might be correct. But in Oute's words, it became a universal solution.

Swire, however, was quite understanding. "With such convenient Originium Arts on hand, there really isn't a faster way than stuffing people into military camps."

How could there not be a faster way?

Why not just free their necks from their own heads?

Although she didn't know what Oute was thinking, Amiya still felt helpless looking at Oute nonchalant expression: ever since he woke up, Oute's genius brain seemed to be missing a screw when it came to interpersonal communication.

When facing girls, his attempts to shift blame and feign ignorance were quite "obvious" to Amiya. But even in other types of interactions, Oute often revealed the "arrogance" and "conceit" that he had been able to conceal before his amnesia.

Dr. Kal'tsit is right... Due to the loss of a large amount of memory, Doc Otter's personality and behavior have regressed to that of his youth...

But amidst her helplessness, Amiya also became excited:

Lively! Restless! Full of hormones!

Youth!

Doc Otter like me is indispensable!

A sense of responsibility filled the little rabbit's still-developing chest. She coughed and said, "Ahem, Doc Otter means that others may have faster methods. But Rhodes Island is, after all, a pharmaceutical company, and we have limitations in many areas."

"When faced with such a pressing situation, we often have no choice but to choose the work methods we are better at."

So... what you're better at is war?

Although something seemed a little off, Swire nodded anyway.

Given Swire's presence, the second-generation soldiers primarily practiced formations with shields, without displaying much aggression.

This kind of queue gave Swire a sense of familiarity— the Lungmen Guard Department treated the infected the same way when faced with large-scale, unnamed riots.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that arrays primarily composed of shields tend to have largely similar forms. The "minor differences" mostly lie in the weapons.

Due to some unforeseen circumstances Swire, who was itching to get his hands dirty, suddenly became interested.

"Speaking of which, as a training consultant..."

"Missy!" The loud voice of the Oni woman rang out, "I brought you an umbrella!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Hoshiguma waving.

Her Lungmen Guard Department uniform was still lazily fastened to her waist, her powerful muscles concealed by her naturally fair and smooth skin. She carried the heavy triangular shield "Hannya" with her at all times, which "seemed" to be the reason for her hunched posture.

A damp, but not dripping, straight umbrella was held in her other hand, which she wasn't waving.

"Hoshiguma? What are you doing here?" Swire a little surprised, but still bid farewell to Oute and the others for the time being. "Wait a moment."

After greeting him, the little tiger approached Hoshiguma.

"Old Chen... Chenliu summons you!" Hoshiguma said in a low voice.

Is this the pathetic, thick barrier?

Oute raised an eyebrow.

If Hoshiguma is intentionally trying to hear it, Oute naturally won't be able to.

But with the Abyssal Hunters by his side, this scoundrel always chooses to use two accounts simultaneously.

"Why did that idiot dragon call me?" Swire whispered to herself.

"Missy, Old Chen isn't having an easy time either. Although Commander Wei is willing to relinquish power, everyone thinks she... is upright and incorruptible." Hoshiguma said tactfully, "We old buddies, at least in public..."

"Alright, alright! What urgent matter does the Governor of Chenliu have to discuss?"

"Commander Wei should be setting off soon."

Swire lowered her eyebrows and curled the corners of her mouth— Ch'en wanted to reuse her.

It's not surprising that Oute...

Previously, Wei Yenwu forced Swire to make changes to his own company by using rules and regulations, and also suppressed Little Tiger, all so that Ch'en, the "heir," could make good use of her.

Only...

Leave it for posterity?

This is a proper noun in classical Chinese literature. Originally, it was a temporary title set up when the position of Jiedushi (military governor) was vacant. However, during the period of regional separatism at the end of the Tang Dynasty, when Jiedushi were not in line with the imperial court and were unable to perform their duties due to old age, their sons or confidants were often appointed to act in their place, and this was called "Jieduliuhou" (acting Jiedushi).

There were also instances where soldiers would ask, "Does anyone want to be a military governor?" or where rebel generals would claim the title of acting military governor. They would often force the court to formally appoint them as military governors afterward.

Now that Wei Yenwu is still alive, he has no choice but to serve as an unprecedented super envoy to Saint Petersburg, attempting to force the Tsar of Ursus to review domestic affairs, which fits the first scenario perfectly.

But the court of Yan is not so weak now. What exactly did he sell to solidify Ch'en's status as "retainer of the throne"?

Furthermore, although he was prepared to die when he initiated this process, the current situation is completely different from what he envisioned—his chances of survival are not low.

If he completes his mission and returns to Lungmen... then Ch'en the personnel he has appointed will be in an extremely awkward situation.

The fun is getting bigger and bigger!

Oute had some guesses.

This matter arose from a transaction between Wei Yenwu and Jie Zhen and others when he was preoccupied with Lungmen. These things are unlikely to be documented or mentioned again, and the trouble of digging out conclusive evidence to confirm the speculation may far outweigh the benefits.

But Oute's insatiable desire for control was like a hundred claws scratching at his heart...

Please use this kind of thing in a way that people enjoy, like something erotic, thank you!

Chapter 228 The Greedy Rift Beast

"Ugh, so boring!" The Sarkaz girl leaned on the railing, her power halberd slung over her shoulder.

She watched the refugees enter the resettlement houses in an orderly fashion under the soldiers' coercion, and said listlessly, "Anyone could do this kind of work, right? Hedley likes this kind of work, Ines is good at it, wouldn't it be better to just let them take charge?"

"Why does it have to be me...?"

Her pert buttocks swayed from side to side, the hot pants encased in fishnet stockings outlining their alluring shape. The grenade launcher hanging behind her waist also caused her bouncy glutes to ripple with eye-catching waves.

Ines slapped him across the face.

Taojiri was shocked.

The ultimate mystery of Terra: How do the Sarkaz girls develop so well despite malnutrition?

"Ouch! What are you doing?!" W jumped up, clutching his butt.

The mother-in-law was somewhat exasperated. "You can't even handle being apart for such a short time?!"

"Who! Who can't live without that stinky otter!?" She not only confessed without being asked, but even forgot to pursue the Ines her.

Ines glanced at her sideways, without saying a word.

"Behave yourself!"

A Deepwinter Soldiers shouted loudly, then kicked a refugee to the ground. A yellow light was flashing in the refugee's pocket.

"You... thief! Yes! Thief!" the soldier bluffed, staring at the glint of light.

"I didn't steal!" The refugee looked around in panic.

He saw disgust, fear, pity, and sympathy, but he didn't see a single person step forward.

That's normal.

"Ah." Ines, rubbing her forehead.

"Ah," W exclaimed, "Just like the stinky otter's saying."

"Not necessarily," Ines suddenly retorted. "Maybe it really is a thief."

W suddenly had a flash of inspiration. "For refugees, money and precious metals are of little use for a long time; what's worth stealing is food."