What? You Only Just Found Out?

Get to work!

As part of Rhodes Island's efforts to establish "rule" in the slums, Oute needs to work overtime to build a... private prison. Of course, it needs a different name, like... a "Punishment Labor/ Reemployment Center" or something like that.

This group of office staff, inevitably including some Reunion Movement members, is perfectly suited to be the first batch of "prison guards" and "prisoners." In any case, the truly important infected prisoners will be imprisoned on Oute Rhodes Island. As for the other prisoners, even if they are released, they can just be recaptured to extend their sentences and do more work.

If these office staff members truly did their jobs diligently... then Oute can completely assume they have always been innocent.

That's somewhat possible, but still unlikely. Should we include it in the plan?

Doesn't this plan seem a bit too cumbersome...?

"Doc Otter!"

Little Donkey charging!

Oute gently stroked Amiya's back, a smile unconsciously appearing on his lips, temporarily setting aside the intricate plans in his mind.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay..." Amiya took a deep, happy breath.

But he quickly frowned.

Sniff.

She looked up at the Specter beside her with an incredulous expression.

The little rabbit's alarm goes off!

The smell is so strong, working together is no longer an explanation!

Congratulations! Amiya finally realized that Oute had been sleeping in the same bed with Specter (and Kal'tsit) all these days.

The nun remained indifferent, her scarlet eyes seeming to flash with the malice of a stepmother!

Amiya!

Before Amiya could finish her random thoughts, Oute lifted her armpits and started spinning her around the office.

"Dooooc Otter!"

Would such a childish Doc Otter secretly cheat on his wife?

No way?

Amiya kept her doubts to herself for the time being, intending to probe indirectly.

Yes, he didn't secretly cheat on me...

"Doc Otter! I have something important to do!" she said with a smile.

Oute reluctantly put the little rabbit down.

"Let me guess, did Wei Yenwu give us something to do? Or find someone for us?"

Amiya was somewhat surprised. "Doc Otter, how did you know?"

"This kind of thing should have been discussed with us by the Lungmen Guard Department." Oute shook the list of trusted personnel in his hand and said, "But now our office is practically on the same level as the Lungmen Guard Department."

Whether it's a company or not is hard to say, because Oute doesn't intend to be tied to the Lungmen.

But their ranks are indeed almost the same now. It's not that Rhodes Island suddenly has a much higher status... it's just that the Lungmen Guard Department's rank isn't actually that high.

Lungmen was a border region capital, and Wei Yenwu was a regional governor. Compared to Hong Kong and Guangzhou, Lungmen was closer to the "Western Regions Protectorate" or "Western Regions Prefectural Governor's Office".

The Lungmen Guard Department served more as a supplement and alternative when Wei Yenwu could not arbitrarily deploy troops.

Of course, considering the commercial nature of Lungmen, the Lungmen Guard Department's law enforcement is more lenient compared to the military, which may be one of the reasons why Wei Yenwu established it.

Chapter 121 What? You're only finding out now?

"According to intelligence, the Reunion Movement is searching for the key to Chernobog." Oute readily revealed this secret. "And the key to this industrial city is held by two different people, one in the hands of the Royal Scientist Sergei, and the other in the possession of Mayor Boris."

"Sergei has been killed by Reunion Movement, and his key has fallen into the hands of his daughter Misha."

However, there's a small problem: the "keys" they possess can only be used to start the process.

The key that can actually brake in an emergency has been hanging on the wall of the braking chamber from the very beginning... In Talulah's words, "Anyone can use it as long as they have the password." And for a large Mobile City, this can even be considered common sense to some extent—not everyone knows it, but most people who know that the braking chamber exists know it.

In other words, Black Snake's original plan had already entered the gambling phase when it came to deceiving Patriot and FrostNova into searching for the spare key.

In the original timeline, she found herself in a situation where she had won a gamble, but not at all: no one had told Patriot that the key to Chernobog was bolted to the gate, but shortly after the fall of Chernobog, Patriot resolved to eliminate its corrupt leader for the Reunion Movement...

Miss Black Snake, your plan is excellent, but whether it succeeds or fails, it makes no difference to Dio.

"As expected of Doc Otter!" Amiya exclaimed, looking at Oute with admiration. "Mr. Wei Yenwu, he did indeed request that we find an Ursus girl!"

There's no need to idolize this one...

Oute cleared his throat, quickly glanced through the list of trustworthy personnel, locked it in the cabinet, and then said to Amiya, "Let's go to the Medical Department; Kal'tsit is waiting for us."

Amiya immediately smiled and said, "Okay! Doc Otter!"

Medical Department.

Eyjafjalla was waiting in the guard room, carrying three very strange helmets.

"Eyjafjalla?"

One of the Lupo operators asked hesitantly, "How come even you...?"

This Lupo operator has a bushy tail and carries a crossbow.

"Miss Provence?" Eyjafjalla was somewhat surprised. After trying to decipher her words, she suddenly realized something and said, "No, no, I'm fine. It's just that the Doctor asked me to wait for him here!"

Perhaps Provence mistakenly believed my condition had worsened, which is why...?

Why did she say "even me"?

Eyjafjalla looked at the Dream-Sleep Device in her hand, lost in thought.

Ta-da.

Specter's boots tapped the ground in a specific rhythm.

This rhythm is the same as Oute's walking rhythm. "He's too fast when he walks automatically, and too slow when he runs."

Where did you come from, faction leader NPC?

What?

Are you really?

That's alright then.

Eyjafjalla was overjoyed, eager to meet up with Oute, when she saw Kal'tsit's slightly unfamiliar, cold face.

"Ott!" Kal'tsit, dressed in a suit and tie, squeezed out Oute's name through gritted teeth.

After blurting it out, she noticed that quite a few people around her had already started watching and gossiping.

She impatiently took Oute's hand and led them to an office that was temporarily unoccupied, locking them inside.

Seeing Oute's gesture, Specter stopped in disappointment and did not continue following.

"Haha... I think Dr. Kal'tsit and Doc Otter must... have something very important to discuss, everyone disperse!" Amiya awkwardly dispersed the onlookers.

But she had no idea what those two unreliable adults were going to talk about.

Don't misunderstand, although they were both alone in the hospital, Kal'tsit didn't have any sexual desire for the time being— Oute did.

With the sound of the door locking, Oute was nimbly tossed onto an office chair by Terra Superman. Kal'tsit straddled him, clutching his collar. They were so close that Oute's late-stage Homo sapiens nose could smell her fragrance.

Following Oute's advice, Kal'tsit had changed into a full suit and leather shoes. The dashing woman in men's clothing straddled him... it was practically dancing on his XP system!

This seemingly familiar scene led to a misunderstanding on Oute's part...

"Don't be silly!" Cat was secretly pleased, but then regretfully pulled Oute's hand away from her buttocks.

"Providing public services to Lungmen!? What are you thinking!?"

What!?

Kal'tsit, you're only finding out now!?

This shocking fact literally blew Oute's mind away.

No, I thought you noticed I just finished my human experiment at Hamlet... and completed the technical demonstration, but it turns out to be this?

This matter has been finalized for two or three days now...

Since the cat's slowness was somewhat beyond Oute's expectations, the excuse he had prepared for this situation was already a bit outdated.

He hadn't used it yet, and he thought Kal'tsit had tacitly agreed!

Oute tilted his head, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the smooth curves.

Kal'tsit's suit trousers were extremely fitted; Oute could almost see them with his eyes...

"Oh! Te!"

Her fair hand waved in front of Oute's eyes for a moment, bringing Oute's attention back to reality.

"Rhodes Island's political neutrality is crucial to us... to my objectives," Kal'tsit changed her tune.

It seems that people still harbor illusions that Oute can extricate himself from responsibility, and are even unwilling to analyze the matter clearly for Oute.

With a hint of dark covetousness, she hoped that Oute would remain in his current state forever: having lost most of his memories and almost all of his responsibilities, retaining only his talents and his strange, Priestess sexual fetishes.

What if his memories are too vivid, easily overshadowing all his current efforts and dragging him back to that abyss he's been struggling to climb out of for countless years?

You're being serious, Kal'tsit, but something very strange seems to be mixed up in your thoughts with the weight of the Ultimate High School Level?