Do Not Die Suddenly at Three in the Morning / Becoming More and More Like a Villain

Dyster looked incredulously at the silver-haired Liberi in front of her.

Beneath his cold exterior, could there be a heart burning with passion?

It doesn't seem like it... Ah!

Dyster was held in Oute's arms.

"Protect me," Oute said.

Dyster, who had been thinking of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress or a knight-errant story, heard something quite abstract.

No, you picked me up and then asked me to protect you?

Dyster was a little dazed, but unconsciously replied, "Mmm."

So Oute transferred most of the threads to her head, controlling her body like a puppet.

White smoke enveloped a large area, not only the demonstrators, but also the entrance to the building and even the area around Oute and the others, all shrouded in a layer of mist.

"Calm down! Maintain order!" Nearl shouted, raising her warhammer, her entire body glowing.

The operators and soldiers who received the PRTS electronic voice instructions also saw this striking light.

Amidst the black uniforms and SilverAsh robes, a hastily learned Kazimierz shouted, "This is Rhodes Island! Maintain order!"

This is Rhodes Island! We will protect you!

"This is Rhodes Island..."

Oute and Dyster in his arms both stared blankly in the same direction, their movements perfectly synchronized. Through Dyster's body, Oute saw a shadow silently drift into the Gale Building.

Is it a straightforward and unpretentious business battle?

Before the person in charge implements the decision, he cannot be easily killed.

An orb with a pause effect floated out from the top lawyer in Oute's arms. Oute, meanwhile, walked unhurriedly along the edge of the mist, returning to the building's interior.

The moment her body was taken away, Dyster naturally felt fear.

But unexpectedly, when Oute's spirit permeated her body, Dyster felt a sense of peace. As the heavy pressure penetrated her limbs, she seemed to see a warm sun.

This light... has always been hidden within Doctor. Oute's body...

The lawyer's shallow, superficial understanding attempts to find a suitable excuse for this profound worship and obedience.

It's just like... Pegasi from a story...

It's likely that if Oute ever exhibits even the slightest similarity in his characteristics, Dyster will blindly idolize him, just as has happened countless times before, now, and in the future with Oute.

Of course, this kind of "worship" doesn't mean that Dyster would be oblivious to all of Oute's amazing abilities.

Seeing Oute emerge from the mist, the security guards of Gail Industries breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Huh!?

Doctor. Oute! What are you doing!?

[Secure the fruits of victory.]

Oute casually ordered, "Close the gates, maintain order, and if anyone tries to break in or escape..."

At this critical juncture, they seem willing to obey any orders.

"Clear!"

Presumably, these security guards wouldn't feel the slightest bit out of place if their current pay slips were stamped with the Triangle White Castle. What difference does working for any giant corporation make?

[Um, Doctor, could you put me down?] Dyster quickly learned how to send a message in reverse.

So, Dyster's body lifted Oute's body up.

[Whatever makes you happy.]

It's hard to say whether all the security guards "didn't see it," but Toland certainly managed to infiltrate the building using a large number of smoke grenades.

The bounty hunter's ordinary longsword impaled the person in charge, along with his understatedly luxurious collar, against the wall.

It was somewhat surprising that it wasn't black blood.

"Originally, we only wanted to kill a project manager, but who would have thought?" Toland joked, "While waiting for his chance, the target actually worked his way up and became the regional manager."

Oute glanced at his desk; on the terminal screen, the person in charge had only finished half of their report.

Chapter 302 Don't Die Suddenly at Midnight

The bounty hunter was very confident in his abilities: unless someone could completely control their breathing and footsteps, like a ghost, it would be impossible to approach him silently, let alone get past him.

The person in charge struggled to stay upright, his eyes pleading. "Don't kill me... I'll give you money... I'll give you anything!"

Toland picked at his ear, puzzled. "Didn't you hear a single word I just said?"

The hornless Sarkaz placed his hand, which had just cleaned his ear, on the hilt of his sword and slowly fiddled with it. Crimson blood gushed out from the inside out, spreading in concentric circles and soaking through the in charge's clothes.

"Since you didn't yell out, it means you're perfectly sober right now..." Toland said slowly, pressing his fingertips firmly.

Indeed, the person in charge's life is now hanging by a thread with Toland. Regardless of Toland's true purpose in coming here, if he is willing to accept the price he offers, the person in charge still has a chance of survival.

But if he called security, Gail Industries' losses might, possibly, or probably be reduced, but his life would certainly, definitely be lost in an instant.

To be able to find a glimmer of hope in such an extreme environment and to be so determined to abandon dignity and beg... such a remarkable quality was not displayed when negotiating with Gail Industries.

Oute gave a subtle assessment of the person in charge.

Dyster floated down the corridor, causing the person in charge's pupils to contract, but Oute simply curled up in the horse girl's arms and raised his index finger.

Kuranta's body is very useful.

Even a sedentary office worker is far stronger than Oute's own unenhanced, superficially trained late-stage Homo sapiens body. Holding Oute's own body wouldn't interfere with his stealth at all.

Hope immediately rose in the eyes of the person in charge.

Toland, somewhat displeased, "Just because you're sober doesn't mean I'm going to let you go now!"

"First, as is customary, let me ask you a question: Do you remember the construction accident from two years ago?" The bounty hunter stared into the person in charge's eyes, then covered his mouth. "Sorry, I don't really want to hear your excuses. I'll see for myself."

Sure enough, he saw what he wanted: confusion.

"It's unlikely you can't remember. I guess in the eyes of you corporate dogs, this means 'It's for something like this?'" Toland continued to attack the person in charge's psychological defenses.

Oute remotely controlled his main body to sit behind the desk, taking a moment to restore the messy surface to a workable state, while Dyster's body silently took out her staff and stood by.

Hmm... the work email is almost ready. Considering my typing speed, it will probably take about five minutes to complete and send it to headquarters. In the worst-case scenario, I'll also need to manually tap Gale's corporate email address.

[PRTS.]

The terminal's breathing light flashed once in Oute's pocket.

[Closure, I need to send some good stuff to Gale headquarters.]

"Shh, don't be afraid, let's continue talking." Giving the person in charge a hint, Toland began to add fuel to the fire, "Two years ago, you were working day and night in Tsvonnek."

Toland sarcastically remarked to the person in charge, "Humans are fine; if they get exhausted, it's because they're stupid. But machines, when they get overworked, will start acting up!"

With a loud crack, the Lungmen loosened. The hoisted components fell down, smashing several already secured parts into crooked positions. Remanufacturing and reinstalling the components would take at least four months, but the phased acceptance test only had two months.

"If we can't deliver the goods and provide the first movable plot within the stipulated time, then the report from the Tsvönecletania Exchange District project team won't look good."

"If the report isn't good, you won't be able to satisfy your direct supervisor, let alone climb to the position of regional head... Just think about all that Gaul wine, Leithanien sausage, and Sargon cuisine in your belly—it's really giving you a headache!"

"Zhizhuotu (Note ①), Zhizhuotu, you've come up with an old idea: since we can't deliver on time, we can tamper with the timeline."

"You see, the contract signed between Gail Industries and Tsvonnek was negotiated and decided based on the political and economic environment at the time."

"But if something goes wrong with the city, then there are naturally reasonable excuses to amend the contract! After all, corrupt bureaucrats only need to think about how to suppress riots, while the pure and honest capitalists have much more to consider when it comes to making money..."

Toland continued to use his employer's tragic story to bolster his plan, "The plan is simple: based on historical reasons, the people of Tsvonnek prefer local beer to water."

"Black tea may cut through the greasiness, and sweet wine is quite thirst-quenching, but the 'sans-culottes' need a beer right next to them to fill their stomachs. Most urban commoners rely on this to survive!"

Oute pressed send, sending Closure's Zhizhuotu's work to Gale's headquarters in Kawalerielki.

If Gail Industries proceeds according to plan, then Rhodes Island simply needs to go with the flow.

But the chances are slim – although it is a proposal that is currently beneficial to both parties, the unforeseen circumstances of the proposer will inevitably lead to the issue of renegotiation.

Otherwise, would the executives be willing to give this credit to a dead person?

[This is troublesome... We've already exposed quite a few of our bottom lines, and it seems we'll have even less to gain at the negotiating table!]

In response to Dyster's agonizing lament, Oute replied, "[If I never intended to win at the negotiating table from the start, then this is just getting something for nothing.]"

This fabricated bottom line, this apparent demand of Rhodes Island, can be easily transformed into future promises to swindle a large "loan" in the present.

[Are you planning to take out a loan from Gail Industries, then use the loan to recruit soldiers and massacre Gail Industries?]

[The step of recruiting soldiers is unnecessary, and the Gail Industries aspect might also be unnecessary.]

Bounty Hunter's Analysis: "You swiftly pushed through the acquisition of the Stonepile Village Brewery, then ramped up investment in industrial brewing equipment. Clearly, some unscrupulous capitalists provided substandard equipment."

"Within a month, brand-new, Originium- contaminated local beer sparked widespread outrage. And you incited the city's most volatile crowd to march against the city government."

"As for those idiots who didn't know to avoid the Lungmen at the beginning? I've already said they were idiots. They bribed the one who started the trouble, and the rest of them naturally started fighting amongst themselves. What kind of trouble could they have caused? It's far less trouble than what you stirred up yourself!"

"What a coincidence, guess who hired me?" Toland slowly moved his hand away, continuing to hint, "But they really paid a bit too little..."

Zhizhuotu twitched twice, but failed to turn his head towards Oute.

He could only whisper, "What do you want?"

"I'm a little curious, how much did you pay to hire the Fire Lung and Yellow Smoke Brothers?" Toland feigned gritted teeth. "Our price was much cheaper than theirs!"

Chapter 303 is becoming more and more like a villain.

Ignoring the wound on his shoulder, Zhizhuotu quickly flattered, "The guild has noble ideals. I know this job is too dirty, and I was just afraid of getting your hands dirty!"

Toland patted his cheek, saying contemptuously and rudely, "Stop talking nonsense and show me what you've got!"

Is this logical?

That's clearly Tai He.