Chapter 1206: NO.110: Successful Localized Education

NO. 110: Successful Localized Education

All efforts are often rewarded, which is people's most urgent need, but sometimes the opposite situation occurs.

Just like Aomo Lindun a few minutes ago.

Although he made efforts to stay steady, in the lack of decisive information, the question of whether an attack would occur remained a matter of probability, and when facing probability, people inevitably harbor wishful thinking; Aomo's wishful thinking was that nothing would happen.

The Terra Federation registered an untold number of extreme pranks on Halloween, and it's not that attaching a large-scale event makes it true; rather, the probability of something actually happening is even lower than the drop rate in a mobile game's gacha.

But after waiting two hours, he indeed received the 'return'.

Suddenly intruding into Jierbalisi's detection scan domain, a metallic signal revealed a huge cigar-shaped outline six meters long.

——Missile?

The brain's subconscious conclusion drawn from perception matched the data retrieval conclusion from the artificial mind (Jierbalisi's initial stage), and with a command progression speed faster than ordinary AI, it made a move that anyone would see as seamless, as if premeditated, raising the hand in advance.

Forever handy and also not conspicuous, Mefilas again manifested its existence in his hand; the energy shield that once blocked the Abelara alien's ray for nearly ten seconds on the Mebius set instantly deployed, clearly bearing physical interference compared to Jetton's special-defense ray energy shield.

Easily withstanding the blast and also the debris it brought, carrying a sense of safety no less than Ultraman's physique, it also dispelled the worries of the Teqigan yuan mingling in the crowd.

The missile attack was not out of nowhere; whether the original security system or the added special duty alert, both were deployed throughout inside and outside from the start.

At the instant the attack appeared, the responders were not only Aomo, but also the security personnel patrolling outside the venue who reacted at the moment the missile fell.

They pursued the attacker directly, while Aomo, though intending to continue the program, had no choice as a message came from the indicator screen at the edge of the DJ table, and the lights in the distance were flashing at a specific frequency to send a signal.

So he could only operate to lower the music volume, glanced at the two JKs nervously staring at his right arm beside him, then tapped his earpiece:

"Hey hey! Everyone——! Please stay calm! And stay quiet!!"

His irate tone, compared to the tourists below the stage, left the not-far Da Tuo Sun God on stage astonished, unable to tell whether the other was truly angry or just continuing to play Zhouri Ningjing.

"It's safe now! Staff have begun emergency repairs of the venue! The attacker is being pursued by the police, and the stage will be handed over to another host!"

"As for whether the afternoon DJ event will continue, please stay tuned for updates from the organizers! Thank you, everyone!"

——

"Aomo!"

"You've come, have a seat."

A few minutes later in the staff lounge, Aomo, who was soothing the Sun God's emotions, heard the words and promptly used his magic hand to pull over a row of chairs.

The two squads led by Qian and by Ludaofu Xiangzheng merged; although many people were present enough to need a pile of chairs, only Qian, Bi Ze, Ailisuzhi, Ludaofu Xiangzheng, and Xintiao Qian actually sat down on the chairs immediately.

Besides these few, everyone including Man'en was anxiously awaiting the situation:

"What's with sitting, Aomo? What's the situation now?"

"Hey! Man'en, don't go looking for free work to do!"

Aomo hadn't spoken yet, but Libeka couldn't help but intervene.

Everyone at the Edge Runner Office had indeed long upheld the fine tradition of Night City of not rising early without profit, but the Terra Federation place is truly too ideal; nowadays Man'en and Dawei furtively show signs of wanting to do volunteer work, and she thinks this is a big problem.

Good intentions are one thing, free labor is another, and getting involved in danger is yet another.

This isn't a small matter like catching a petty thief……Although attacking a group of otaku is indeed as unpromising as a petty thief, the scale of people involved is obviously already considered an extremely malicious terrorist attack.

Even though she had thought so much, showing it would just embarrass the boss; Man'en would still be somewhat dissatisfied: "Libeka——"

But Aomo raised his left hand to press it down: "It's fine, you two don't need to start a conflict over this."

"Just leave this to those who get paid to handle it."

His right hand remained raised, supporting the shield above that would turn orange-yellow without magic power; however, the building debris above the shield had already been cleared mostly, and the internal shield that had been breached by the missile had been redeployed and its power level increased.

Probably in a few minutes, staff will come over to remind him he can retract the shield.

"Huh? Aomo-san, you're not participating?"

Upon hearing Aomo say that, an Ultraman warrior couldn't stay seated; this is exactly the righteous sort who does free work.

"Strictly speaking, from the moment I raise the shield, I count as participating." Aomo corrected.

"But there's no need to participate in the aftermath, right?"

"Yeah, it doesn't seem like a big deal," Suzi idly flicked her too-long, ill-fitting sleeve, "Was that missile launched normally or was it some kind of teleport?"

"Teleport," Aomo shook his head, "The airspace of the Boundary Gate Area is not easy to intrude."

"Can we still catch it?" Bi Ze exclaimed in disbelief.

"Sure," Qianming remarked, this being her specialty she had specifically studied, "Nowadays criminal investigation departments all have devices specialized in detecting spatial wrinkles; for such a big incident, someone will surely bring that device over and hand it to those guys to handle."

"That's right," Aomo nodded, looking at Xiaolu, "This matter is far from needing an Ultraman warrior or a monster to step in."

"Giving humanity a chance to show their skills is also a virtue an Ultraman warrior should have."

"Aomo-san…"

"Zhouri Ningjing Miss——! This side has been cleared! You can retract it now!"

"Oh, okay."

"Sorry for the trouble!"

"No problem, thanks for your hard work, everyone."

"No trouble, no trouble, then I'll head back to report."

"Mm, goodbye."

After waving goodbye to the cleaner who had come all the way over to report thanks, Aomo finally able to lower his right hand turned his head and saw a pair of golden eyes reflecting his own.

……

That was Zhouri Ningjing.

Her appearance made Aomo subconsciously glance at the staff lounge door; confirming it was still firmly closed, he pulled off his wig and hair tie, and with two fingers slipped off his colored contacts, prompting the pair of small hands at Chazuo to lift slightly, curling.

Bi Ze and Chaocang hadn't noticed yet, but besides them, everyone including Zhouri Ningjing noticed the girl's subconscious attempt to retain.

Aomo also noticed Miss Shanxin in the distance, her lovely blue eyes glaring at the boss, a bit regrettable.

"You look like you have a lot to say."

He withdrew his detail‑scanning gaze; Aomo casually shifted his right shoulder, so calm that Zhouri Ningjing felt like punching him even more than before.

Take off your clothes, damn it!

"Although I really would do that," Aomo, who was lifting his hand to pull off his coat, raised his index finger and pointed to the door, "but walls have ears; your words might invite some special misunderstanding."

"Damn it, today's topic trend still lacks this bit of misunderstanding?!" the woman snapped.

"Indeed, but you might as well think of something good," Aomo handed over the black windbreaker he was holding, "outside there are still many people looking forward to taking a photo with you, and maybe someone will come to thank you for saving their life."

Damn it, I don't care!

As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden knock came at the door.

Then a timid voice came from the door's intercom: "Excuse me, may I come in? Zhouri Ningjing-san? I'd like to come thank you."

After a moment of collective silence, someone couldn't hold back their laughter.

And someone, unconcerned, spread their hands: "You listen."

You damn bastard!

Quite relieved, she didn't repeat that ambiguous American-style profanity where it's unclear who's at a loss.