Chapter 421: Don't Ask, Asking Is Explosion (Part 1)

There was really nothing he could do about this chatterbox goat. After all, he couldn't really stew it. Leon could only carry the sheep head that was chattering endlessly with a look of disgust, and quickly walked through the somewhat dim corridor of the Cleanup Bureau, starting to identify the nameplates hanging outside each office.

Harry Morgan (Level 2 Crisis Handler)

Ai Ma · Al-Man (Level 1 Disaster Handler)

Leon · Laien (Level 3 Accident Handler)... um, that's it. Speaking of which, my office is right next to Senior Ai Ma~

After scanning the familiar name on the nameplate next door, the corners of Leon's mouth couldn't help but curl up involuntarily.

Of course, this didn't mean Leon had any thoughts about her. Mainly, when he first joined the job, having a gentle, beautiful, and reliable senior next door was a very happy thing in itself... hmm? There seems to be something flashing in her office?

From the small window on the corridor side, he caught a glimpse of the strange flash in Ai Ma's office. Leon walked back a step with some curiosity, glanced inside, and then walked back with a blank face, entering his own office with a straight face.

Nothing else, on Senior Ai Ma's office desk, there was actually a three-meter-long curved handle big scythe covered with brown rust. The flash he saw was actually the sunlight reflected by the scythe's blade.

Besides that, her office was not what he imagined, filled with interesting green plants and flowers, mature and beautiful clothes and skirts, or cute-style children's supplies. Instead, it was piled up with all kinds of strange and even terrifying things.

Bloody bandages, damaged nail hammers, open old coffins, leather ancient books with suspicious materials, bone specimens of unknown creatures, and even half a torture platform leaning against the wall—the kind where a huge guillotine is pulled to a few meters high and hung, then the executioner cuts the rope, and it falls down... crack!

Well, Senior Ai Ma might be a gentle person, but the Cleanup Bureau's overly special nature of work means her gentle style can only exist in her personality.

I still remember last night, when I rushed to the intensive care ward, I even saw the fingerprints she made by pinching the hard metal corner cabinet with her hand strength...

After strengthening the judgment that he must never provoke her, Leon rummaged in his own office and successfully saw the large suitcase that was almost identical to Senior Ai Ma's in the place the red-haired Director said.

Yellow brass metal anti-collision corners, wide and sturdy solid wood frame, tough beast skin with patterns similar to crocodiles... Although the appearance is very simple and concise, and there are no common carvings and metal buckles on current suitcases, one knows as soon as one touches it that, based on this solid material, it must be expensive.

And the only decoration on the entire suitcase that can be called decoration is the golden emblem embossed on the side of the metal handle pad, which is exactly the logo of the Cleanup Bureau—the dung beetle maiden pushing a dung ball.

As for the inside of the suitcase, there are multiple nested custom partitions. The empty space with two horns on the far left is clearly left for the black goat, and next to it is a disassembled long-distance nail gun and six silver-white gas storage tanks the size of a cantaloupe.

Seeing this familiar "big sniper," Leon's heart felt slightly warm, knowing that this thing must have been left by Senior Ai Ma.

She really took great care of him, and even after finishing the investigation last night, she didn't deal with the blood on her body first, but pulled him to talk for a long time, told him many details when performing "cleanup work," and repeatedly instructed him on some things that needed extra caution.

And now that he is about to go out to perform a mission, she actually left her weapon to him... This favor is really too big. When she needs help, he must work twice as hard and must be worthy of her care!

Leon, who was full of emotion, set up the suitcase, stuck the black goat, which

A miraculous thing happened: the moment the large leather suitcase was snapped shut, it was as if it had been strangled; the noisy chatter in his ears and the cursing in his brain all vanished in an instant, and the whole world became quiet.

Pretty good~ With this thing here, I can take the Hearing Hearing Heishanyang out without worrying about it talking nonsense and scaring Anna.

After nodding in satisfaction, Li Ang reached out, grabbed the suitcase handle, and gave it a hard tug!

It didn't budge at all...???

Looking at the large suitcase that was too lazy to even wobble, Li Ang couldn't help but widen his eyes. He grabbed the large handle of the suitcase with both hands and, refusing to believe it, gave it a full-strength pull.

Facing Li Ang, who had used even his "nursing strength," the huge suitcase finally gave a reaction, but it only left the ground by a tiny bit before slamming back down with a bang, the massive sound shaking the floating dust in the entire office.

"..."

Solid wood frame, faux crocodile skin, metal fittings, and it's packed with a sheep head and a large sniper rifle inside... If this thing doesn't weigh fifty or sixty kilograms, I'll eat this suitcase right now!

Looking at his own arms, which appeared somewhat thin and weak due to long-term malnutrition, and then looking at the large suitcase lying on the ground as immovable as a mountain, as if mocking him, the "physically delicate and weak" Li Ang sighed helplessly. He rationally abandoned the idea of taking it with him, turned to grab his credentials, and pushed open the door viciously, walking toward the Police Department's cafeteria.

Eat! I have to eat with all my might! Eat myself into a strong man! Then step up the training! If nothing else, I have to at least train until I can lift the suitcase myself!

Otherwise, when Auntie Ai Ma asks me for help, if I can't even lift a suitcase and have to beg her to carry it for me, then what the hell am I even living for?

"Anna... *hic*... look what I brought you?"

After pushing the door open and entering the intensive care unit, Li Ang couldn't help but have a smile appear on his face as he looked at the sickly young girl on the hospital bed who was looking over with a face full of surprise.

Lifting the nanmu lunch box in his hand and shaking it gently, Li Ang smiled and revealed the answer before Anna could even reply:

"It's the silver cod soup you loved so much when you were little! I specifically asked; it's cod caught from the outer river just this morning, and fresh milk was added to it!"

Silver cod and milk... wouldn't that be very expensive?

Hearing Li Ang's words, Anna said somewhat hesitantly:

"Brother, you just started your job yesterday, and now you're helping me transfer wards and bringing me such expensive fish soup—wouldn't that be a bit..."

"It's fine, you don't need to worry about any of this. All you need to do now is focus on recovering... Come, let me see your leg."

Placing the three-tier lunch box borrowed from the Police Department cafeteria on the bedside table, Li Ang lifted a corner of the quilt and looked at his sister's bandaged right thigh, asking with a touch of heartache:

"Does it hurt? It's all big brother's fault. If I hadn't sent you to this hospital, you wouldn't have..."

"It doesn't hurt! Oh!"

Not expecting Li Ang to be so quick, the sickly girl's cheeks couldn't help but flush slightly. She hurriedly reached out to grab the quilt to cover her thigh again, then grabbed his arm and complained:

"Brother! My skirt was cut open during the bandaging, don't just flip it around! Also, can you stop shouldering everything yourself?

When you sent me here, you didn't know the hospital's gas pipes would suddenly explode. This incident was just an accident, it really isn't your fault!"

(End of chapter)