Chapter 286

Such unwavering Columbia traditional martial arts startled even Nana, causing her to radiate Halo fear, Survivor Protocol's magical light instantly enveloped her entire body.

"Hiss... It's genuine."

By lighting the cigar with a flame and looking at the expressionless 'Angel' with Halo above his head, the Emperor made this judgment.

Because the penguin's movements were so fluid, it Exusiai, Texas, and Rope a while to realize what was happening...

Drawing a gun, firing, going all out to defend, and then discovering the opponent only had a lighter... even for Nana, such a dramatic turn of events caused the Angel's expression to change drastically.

Amidst the penguin's screams of "Wait... don't pull my hat! I just put on my sunglasses!! nooooo--!! My limited edition punk T-shirt!!", Texas watched as the Angel, with puffed-out cheeks and pursed lips, stripped the Emperor naked, then grabbed the penguin by the foot and swung it around like a windmill. Texas then pulled back Exusiai, who was trying to speak up for her boss.

"Boss, this is his own fault..." Lin

"Well~"

"Let's go, we'll hand over the shift once we've brought them here... Could you heat up the apple pie from tonight? I'm hungry... The solar water heater probably won't have hot water, but if we boil water now, I can take a shower in half an hour... And Little Rope, you can sleep in my bed for now, it looks like the boss and the others will be gone for a while." Wu

Watching Nana carrying the legendary the Emperor... after taking off his clothes, it was just an ordinary penguin's leg, swinging it around, flapping its wings, scattering feathers everywhere... accompanied by Nana's professional smile, no different from her usual evening smile, and the girlish question, "Angel, right? The real deal, right? A lighter, right?", I Rope smacked my lips, then, smelling the scent, went to pull down Exusiai's pantyhose: Phosphorus

"Rope, would you like some too? ~ No problem ~ Here, apple pie!" (Jiu)

"Thank you." (Umbrella)

PS: Wuwu Cat V

PSS: I never expected that what would cause me to freeze first would be the Emperor's so-called 'rhythmic' tone? I can't sing it... I did write it with a Black rap feel in mind... but it doesn't feel as good as adding more fxck.

9th Lungmen Seafood: 325 You're the monkey the reinforcements brought in?

In the Penguin Logistics action team, because everyone's interests and dreams are very different on weekdays, some are setting up stalls and others are training, it is quite difficult to assemble in emergency situations.

Texas and Exusiai, as combatants, are inseparable because they work full-time on logistics missions, while the other two... Croissant and Sora usually enter the battlefield as cleanup personnel.

Lungmen is, after all, a metropolis, where new people and new gangs appear like shooting stars every day on that unpredictable stage of fate. The Emperor is flamboyant in his actions, and there is a constant stream of people seeking revenge, looking for trouble, wanting to become famous overnight, and those who have taken orders from their rivals because of Penguin Logistics.

Paying fines for Texas, procuring new rubber bullets for Exusiai, calling the Emperor to transfer money to the Penguin Logistics fines account of the Guard Bureau, and occasionally even having this idol give free autographs and handshakes to Lungmen citizens to soothe the breathing difficulties caused by financial losses.

Even though they thought life at Penguin Logistics was ridiculous when they first started working there, after discovering that the Penguin boss's life was like this every day... even on quiet nights when a new song would get bad reviews from online trolls, and the boss would grab them by the collar and demand five times their salary to have everyone go online and beat up the trolls, Croissant and Sora had long since become accustomed to the 'angry penguin screams' that echoed all day long at Penguin Logistics headquarters.

As usual, they paid the fine in advance, called Cleaners to clean the street, and also contacted the shop owners in the plaza whose windows had been smashed to compensate them. Croissant and Kong returned to headquarters, and then Croissant suddenly realized that something seemed to be missing today.

Upon entering the house, the familiar aroma of apple pie, which Exusiai, filled the air. Voices other than those of Texas and Exusiai could be heard coming from the dining area. After a shy greeting from an idol trainee named Texas, followed by a response, Croissant finally found the strange place in headquarters that seemed a bit off today.

"Boss, you're unusually quiet today... Aren't your prized t-shirt, sunglasses, and gold chain on the floor? How did they end up there... And you've even stuck yourself to the wall, are you doing some kind of performance art?"

After setting aside the unsold merchandise cart, Croissant arrived at the far end of the Penguin Logistics office area. On the white wall bearing the Penguin Logistics logo, in the center of what should have been the Penguin silhouette logo, a penguin named Liberi was fixed with transparent tape to resemble a logo projection.

"... Croissant ...come on, lend a hand..."

"Ah?"

"Give me a few bottles of liquor from your cart..."

"A special price of 8 Lungmen Dollar ~"

"... Just grab some change from anywhere... Quick... Give me two bottles!"

Croissant never refuses her boss's crazy demands. The Forte- shaped girl flips the bottle cap with her thumb and pours two bottles of 58-proof liquor into the penguin's mouth like a watering can.

As the last drop of liquor dripped into the bird's beak, it was like a broken-down chariot being refueled. Croissant smiled, seemingly used to watching the penguins on the wall let out indescribable screams. Then, the Great the Emperor broke free of the wall plaster and tape, landing in a superhero-like fashion.

"Nai-nai--!!"

"Yes, I am."

Seeing the kind-faced, black-haired Feline, Felin, suddenly appear beside her, Croissant smiled and nodded in greeting. The Forte girl adhered to the philosophy that harmony brings wealth, and before a conflict was confirmed to have begun, she was generally very kind to everyone... otherwise, no one would bother to clean up the mess and pay the fines.

As Exusiai received the stale pizza from Exusiai with a grin, Croissant and Sora quietly began asking their companions what had happened at home... The Emperor cursed as he used his wings to fold up his hat, sunglasses, and necklace... The penguin's sharp cry echoed once more:

"I admit I shouldn't have scared you, but I was just checking! Yes, you hate this, so what grudge do you hold against me? Why are you treating my T-shirt like this!"

Watching the penguin angrily put on his hat, then slip on sunglasses through the holes in the sides, and finally don that heavy gold chain that must have been quite a burden for him... and looking at the tragically destroyed T-shirt on the ground, Nana shrugged speechlessly.

"I restrained my destructive urges, I didn't even punch you... As for that, wasn't it your beak that tore it itself?"

"You'd be better off punching me! If you're unhappy, just beat someone up, why are you hitting their clothes?"

Because I think you might die if you take my punch... and I might not be able to bring myself to do it to a 'person,' but if you remove all that messy decorations... and it's just an ordinary Liberi, then even if it can talk, it won't stop me from using Feline natural powers to whip it through the air like a spinning top.

However, it felt like the penguin would be doomed if he said that, and Nana wasn't that tyrannical... So the cat smiled and remained silent, and the 1.6-meter cat and the 1.5-meter bird stared at each other for a long time.

While they were talking, Croissant and Sora also learned from Exusiai and Texas about where the two people in front of them came from.

"Wow... Texas described me as ruthless? That's quite rare... Sora and I were wondering why they went so far this time..."

Looking at Nana and the Emperor, who seemed to be locked in a battle of wits, Croissant smiled and continued to ask:

"So, are we going to take the Rhodes Island order or not? Did the boss say what kind of weapons we need to prepare?"

Hearing the excuse offered by his subordinates, the Emperor scratched the floor with his paw. Although he could talk, in Nana's eyes he was just a penguin. He adjusted his sunglasses.

"Did you hear that? Let's get down to business... Although I find it very strange that an 'Angel' like you is asking me for weapons, where is your invincible Orbital Strike Platform? Where is your Warp Negative-Entropy Annihilation System? Unfurl your Light Wings, call in the fleet of the Previous Civilization, I can't understand what on this land you can't destroy..."

Seeing Nana tilt her head in confusion, the Emperor smacked his lips, took the new T-shirt handed to him by Kong, and then, with his short, penguin-like body, hopped around for a while before finally managing to put it on.

"I see, alright, so it was formatted, huh... Kal'tsit knows we have lost technology but probably doesn't know the specifics, so she sent you to find me... that's not impossible."

"If you're seeking the power of your inner mind, I suggest you go to Sargon and find that three-headed guy. If you want to fix your messed-up functions, you should go to Doli... that pink-haired sheep has always had unique insights into self-regeneration and fragmentation processing... But you're looking for weapons? There's no use coming to me, you're not a monkey and I'm not the Dragon King, I don't have anything you can use."

After rambling on like a complaint, the Emperor took out his gun-shaped lighter again, lit a cigar, pretended to suck on it, and then casually asked:

"Speaking of which, if Angel is just dealing with ordinary punks, they could easily break off a tree branch... Why are you specifically looking for weapons? What are you up to?"

Seeing Nana's gaze begin to shift towards Exusiai and the others, the Emperor flapped his wings in annoyance:

"They are all my direct employees. They can speak their minds, since they are the ones who still have to get things done."

"... Alright, I'm dealing with Seaborn here, and I can't rule out the possibility of fighting Demons... no, I should say I already fought one when I entered Lungmen..."

Watching the penguin drop its cigar and burn a hole in its new T-shirt, the room was once again filled with an indescribable penguin scream... Honestly, Nana thought it was so noisy. If it made that noise again next time, Nana was going to punch it!

"Seaborn? Demons? You... you really are... being used to their fullest potential. Alright, now that the opponents are these two, I roughly understand why Kal'tsit sent you to me... but as mentioned above, I don't have anything you can use... even if I pull some strings, the most I can get you is a second-hand Steam Knight's shell, but I feel that would just limit your abilities... However, I know who can help you."

Frustrated, the penguin named the Emperor scratched at the floor with its claws. It seemed to have shed its slightly deliberate madness; though its wings couldn't form a clear pattern, it did offer Nana two choices:

"If you need a weapon that suits you and can be used to fight those two, there are only two ways to get it: either get one that's already there or make a new one... If you have enough time and you and Kal'tsit are determined to withstand the pressure from the Great Yan, then go and stake out these Sichuan-Shu hot pot restaurants right now. If you see someone with dragon horns on their head but who seems to be the real thing... then go and flatter her. Maybe if she's in a good mood, she'll make you a suitable weapon."

"But if we exclude this unstable approach, what I most recommend you do is... go to the Guard Bureau and find that young man named Ch'en Hui-chieh, and take the red sword from behind her buttocks..."

Seeing the penguin seem to be making a mischievous laugh, Nana blinked and shook her head:

"I have a good impression of Chen, and she's considered a high-ranking member of the Guard Bureau... Taking her sword is just robbing Peter to pay Paul..."

"There's nothing I can do about it. After all, where am I supposed to find something so high-end for you?!"

After coughing, the penguin remained silent for a moment, then pulled out a... hammer? from somewhere behind it.

"As a last resort, I'll call over some money-grubbing guy... He has a ton of weird stuff on him, and he sells things that supposedly belong to civilized society... I don't know if he can come up with anything you need, but it's the last resort."

So, what's your choice?

When suddenly presented with this question, Nana twitched her cat ears and flashed that Cole smile again:

"Generally speaking, only children make choices... But in this situation where war could break out at any moment, I feel... I can have it all."

After a moment of silence, when the penguin flapped its wings and cackled again, the cat, unable to bear it any longer, decided to continue to endure it, considering the penguin's fully cooperative response.

At almost the same time, in a special meeting attended by a large number of powerful officials in Lungmen, Wei Yenwu finalized a set of documents that ostensibly concerned the lifting of restrictions on the work and life rights of the Infected and the issuance of permits for the construction of dedicated hospitals...

After Rhodes Island and Lungmen signed a comprehensive agreement on intelligence sharing and joint research regarding the enemy of civilization, Kal'tsit, Amiya, and the Doctor finally received full assistance from Lungmen and the Great Yan behind Lungmen.

As Rhodes Island operations teams began obtaining Lungmen passes in batches, Rhodes Island would also participate as an advisor in the issues of Demons and Seaborn in Yan... The subsequent establishment of passage permits between Rhodes Island and towns threatened by Demons, such as Jade Gate and the Great Wilderness, is a matter for later discussion. Kal'tsit also brought some good news to Nana... Through the resolution of full cooperation between Lungmen and Rhodes Island, Nana gained the authority to use Etch Rounds Firearms Arts Lungmen and to carry controlled weapons in public areas.

"Although it's still a very preliminary collaboration, it can be considered progress."

Upon hearing Kal'tsit's assessment, Amiya carefully put away the paper documents that Rhodes Island had partially preserved.

"This way, we can send reinforcements to Medic... Whether it 'Seaborn or the Demons, the enemy of civilization won't be fighting alone anymore, Nana- neechan!"

Watching Amiya clutch the briefcase to her chest, the Doctor, wearing goggles and a hood, rolled up his sleeves:

"Is it my turn to take the lead?"

"Not yet... Medic hasn't reported any progress on the investigation, after all, it's only the first day. But Governor Wei Yenwu has expedited the notification to all departments; Lungmen is probably getting anxious after seeing our warnings... However, the approval process for armed forces with combat capabilities and fully armed action teams to enter Lungmen will take time..."

"Let's wait for Nana's investigation results. Gladiia will also be assisting us secretly."

As she spoke, Kal'tsit ignored the Doctor pointing at her and looked directly at Amiya: "... In my original plan, Amiya, you should have been exposed to a disaster of this level for a while longer... but that's life; no one can guarantee whether tomorrow or an accident will come first..."

"It's okay."

Walking down the streets of Lungmen, the Little Bunny tried hard not to look at the crowds around her that she had deliberately avoided after discovering she was the Infected. But feeling the Doctor take her hand and the black-haired girl wink at her from behind her mask, Amiya happily grasped the Doctor's hand.

"No matter what, I will try my best!"

A few steps ahead of Rhodes Island, where the conversation resembled a family arranging for their child to take over the family business, Ch'en Hui-chieh was a few steps behind, was still thinking about the moment when her uncle had overpowered everyone at the meeting and made the decision to approve the cooperation with Rhodes Island.

Hoshiguma, standing to the side, wondered why Ch'en still seemed so uneasy even though the task had been completed smoothly. To reassure her partner, Hoshiguma could only force a smile.

"Anyway, it's a good thing. Things like what happened to Commander Ninth... shouldn't happen again..."

Despite Hoshiguma's words of comfort, Ch'en Hui-chieh's expression grew even more serious, even carrying a hint of resentment that was unclear whether it was directed at Wei Yenwu or at herself.

"It's best if it never happens again..."

With a sigh, Ch'en Hui-chieh suddenly noticed her communicator ringing. Picking it up, she saw it was Nana calling.

"Let's go, we still have missions to continue."

PS: Waaaaaaah!

PSS: The Emperor has studied the culture of the Previous Civilization, so it's possible he knows about the monkey and His reinforcements... Also, in this volume, I actually wanted to write about Amiya's ascension... I wonder if writing from a different perspective will make it go crazy...

9th Lungmen Seafood: 326 The show is about to begin.

It was still the headquarters of Penguin Logistics. After a period of quiet nap, while waiting for Exusiai to wake up, Nana made a request to purchase some rubber bullets from Exusiai for legal firing.

"Want rubber bullets that can fire at Lungmen? Sure, I'll give them to you at 10% of the market price."

Medic was somewhat worried about Exusiai, unfolded an ammo box, and let Nana choose whatever she wanted.

"A 10% discount... you're not giving me a discount, are you?"

"No, no, no, all my ammunition comes from the boss's connections. I can't say exactly how much, but if I sell it to you at a 10% discount, I'll still make a profit."

Hearing Exusiai's gurgling voice with mouthwash in his mouth from the bathroom, Nana scratched her head sheepishly and looked at Texas, who was sitting opposite her wiping the hilt of her Originium Sword with a cloth, to ask if it was true. She didn't want the kid to be pretending to be something he'd never been.

Seeing that the red-haired Sankta's long black hair partner was also casually shrugging, Nana didn't hold back anymore. She quickly selected the best from Exusiai's stock... However, because Nana found that she was almost out of ammo, she embarrassedly put some back.

"... Exusiai, you still have some stale rounds in your ammunition. They smell like expired propellant... I picked them out for you while I was at it."

As she spoke, she filled an entire desk with bullets, neatly stacking the ammunition she was preparing to take into a gleaming array, while Nana tossing aside the few duds that she thought might jam or burn incompletely.

Exusiai finished washing up, wearing a tank top and shorts, curiously approached while wiping her face with a towel: Er

"Wow, that's amazing! You can even tell the quality of ammunition by smell?! Texas! You should learn that too, how about we go buy ammunition together next time?" Lin

"... Don't look at me, I can't smell it."

Texas stated the facts so calmly, inserting her last Originium Sword into her cloth pack, then rolled up a long canvas bag, neatly tucking dozens of Originium Sword into Texas field supply pack.

As Rope and Kong returned from afar carrying several pages of paper, the frail Miss Rabbit respectfully handed the newly signed document to Nana: [Unintelligible]

"Medic-senpai, this is our official cooperation document with Penguin Logistics... According to that the Emperor..." Mio

"From now until our mission in Lungmen is completed, the Penguin Logistics Task Force will be under your command."

Listening to Texas's response after receiving the documents from Kong, Nana also glanced at the documents held by Rope, then nodded and told Rope to keep them safe.

"Indeed, so it's friendly forces again next."

"You're the employer, you have the final say."

"Mo~ Texas or Medic... you guys are so serious."

Crouching down beside the desk, fiddling with the edges, watching Nana begin loading ammunition into the Compact 1911 magazine, Exusiai's gaze seemed glued to the empty pistol on the desk, its muzzle held open, matte black overall, and its grip made of solid wood... Nana understood; she herself had once lingered in the ICA's weapons display case with a similar 'greedy' expression.

"Um... Miss Medic, may I touch your gun?"

"Of course."

As she spoke, Nana stopped reloading the magazine, picked up her 1911 pistol, and pulled the slide twice to ensure it was safe before handing the grip to Exusiai.

Subsequently, given Exusiai's seemingly insane behavior, even Croissant, Croissant.