Chapter 1213: with translation of chapter title

NO. 117: Does your organization have Mao Renfeng?

Achen, the road outside the hotel, the three girls seemed to be out for a night stroll.

「Ah-choo! 」

「Eh? You okay? Did you dress too thin? It's autumn here too. 」

「No need, just my nose is a bit itchy; we're already out, what's there to go back for? What's the plan now? Although we have to wait for Tunshu Jun and that wolf girl to come back, just playing on the phone purely is too much of a waste of time. 」

With this time, she'd rather go rent a lab to kill time—but renting a lab in the middle of the night, there's probably no one to accept it.

「Currently searching for shops in Achen that are open late at night. 」

Bopo raised his phone.

「…It won't search towards some nightclub direction, will it? 」 Suzi doubted Bopo's phone's direct search result, especially in the Bade district.

A rather unconventional piece of knowledge: the Bade people, who usually give an impression of being strict and rigid, are actually quite open-minded about sexuality, and the Bade district even once completely dominated the adult industry over the Jidong district.

The pink-haired JK, who has a subtle say in this matter, also naturally suggested: "How about we get something to eat first?"

「Sure! Want to order takeout? 」

Researchers who live long-term on campus and have been ordered by the trainer not to order takeout have a special yearning for 【ordering takeout】.

The monster maker, who is also restricted by the same person in another way, also has the same restless urge.

However, there's also a good kid here: "Progress questioning, how would Master view cross-district travel for takeout?"

「"Oh dear, why do we need him to look at it…" Facing the good kid's perfectly clear gaze, Bad Kid No. 1 scratched his head embarrassedly, "We could just eat it ourselves. 」

「"…Or should we just go out for a walk?" Bad Kid No. 2 suddenly turned. 」

「"Eh? Suzi-chan, how come…" Qian couldn't comprehend the teammate's pre-battle defection. 」

「"Suddenly remembering that Tunshu Jun checks daily step counts," the teammate's expression was guilty, their gaze scanning the few pedestrians by the road, "And if we order takeout, I feel he'll notice."」

Regarding the trainer's keen observational skills, Suzi could also sense them from daily life even without having investigated a case together with him.

As for that, Miss Qian merely recalled the past and realized she had never won even once in the back-and-forth surrounding 'ordering takeout,' 'hiding takeout,' and 'spotting takeout at a glance.'

Thus her face also showed an embarrassed yet polite smile:

「"Well… maybe we should go out and look?"」

「"Yeah, perfect, you also said you wanted to train, right? 」

「"Uh… um… I often encounter sudden situations, not controlling my calorie deficit well…" Miss Qian, poking her fingers together, revealed another side of guilt. 」

「"You might as well go night-running with the mechanical guinea pig. 」

「"Agreed, Master will definitely be pleased. 」

「"Well… forget it, first find something to eat," Xintiao pushed Suzi forward guiltily, "By the way, did you two bring your cards? 」

The road was sparsely populated, still midnight, the three girls heading out had a faint air of a case opening narration—although one girl's phone screen already had a flaming‑headed space alien, and her bag held a monster model that could easily unleash abilities.

「"Of course we brought them. 」

Suzi shook her Kalmira card in hand, and Bopo likewise showed his Kinguko Bridge card.

「"How could we not bring them? Achen's public safety isn't great either. 」

「"All right then." Xintiao nodded. 」

「"The missile that attacked the doujin exhibition hall last week is said to have been launched from this place's rocket launch silo; Little Snake surely hasn't forgotten this. 」

「"How could he forget? With his paranoid‑like personality, mentioning Achen surely means he wants to investigate; after all, that mother tiger isn't up to the task. 」

「"You can't say that about Biquicks‑chan…" Having worked together before, and strictly speaking that cooperation hasn't ended, just not being brought up for now, Miss Xintiao isn't that heartless either: "Her line of work really has to follow regulations, and she can't possibly investigate across districts. 」

「"As for eliminating women around Tunshu Jun, she hasn't been useful there either, right? 」

「"Uh… let's change the topic—do you think Aizhi‑chan will make progress at Ka Lian Jiang's place? 」

「"You're joking?" Suzi beckoned the distant AI‑hailed car with disdain, then promptly opened the door and got in, "That guy basically has no chance; his awkward personality pretty much blocks all her possibilities. 」

「"Isn't there still a little sister‑san? … Bopo, come over, no need to take the passenger seat!" Qian greeted Bopo, who seemed to want to drift from the topic, to sit beside her. 」

The latter didn't object either, just silently sat down.

「"Her little sister is indeed dangerous, but even such a dangerous guy wouldn't go overboard—as long as the self‑abusing guinea pig isn't willing directly, her little sister can at most help her take a bit of advantage from Hamster‑kun; she's just too weak. 」

Suzi mercilessly critiqued: "That Aimu Zhiji guy is just short of 'working more' compared to Shi Huaiya; besides, she directly deals with the student council president—what do you think the student council manages?"

「"Manage activity expenses?" Qian stroked her chin, "I heard Aizhi‑chan is also a general affairs committee member, handling quite a lot. 」

「"The central student council manages everything, and what it manages most is illicit teacher‑student romance. 」

「"Uh…」

「"Addendum, the romance between the trainer and the horse‑girl is the most taboo. 」

「"No need to say that," Qian poked her head to look at the suddenly speaking Bopo, Suzi said impatiently, "This is common sense. 」

But there is indeed someone here who has been immersed in this for a long time yet still doesn't know this common sense—the transmigrator.

「"In that case…」

「"Don't stare at me—do you want to talk about fitness? 」

「"Or should we just chat about what to eat…」

「"……" The cyber horse‑girl beside them looked speechlessly at the two pushing responsibility back and forth, silently picked up her phone again, logged into Umastagram, and jumped to the mini‑program.

Trainer PrettyDerby, activate!

Unfortunately, the trainer still hasn't been implemented to this day.

——

At the same moment, Aomo Lindun, who had received a private message from the association on Umastagram half a month earlier but had merely ignored it and did not want to be made into a reward character for the current event's activity, was walking with his unit through the base of the Kazedael Military Committee.

Aside from his nose being a bit itchy, as if there were some strange air component here that almost made him sneeze, he felt fine.

Although there are also some indoor wonders resembling altars, with stone and crystal pedestals, and even some unsafe‑looking black‑red airflow dancing about, compared to the local wonder‑architecture outside the base, they are normal, even more traditional.

There is no discomfort from today's demons becoming increasingly extreme in pursuit of cooler aesthetics.

And as everyone's steps kept going deeper, those wondrous buildings became fewer and fewer, replaced by various reinforced sections constructed of dark gray and bright silver metal.

The sense of fantasy waned while the sci-fi feel grew—said to be so, but for Aomo it felt more like returning to the high-end corporate research institute illustrations in a magazine; rather than sci-fi, it was down-to-earth.

As for the other staff of Rhodes Island, including the tech department's Meursault, Olivia, and Miss Joyce from Rhine Life, they inevitably showed varying degrees of surprise.

The reason to emphasize varying degrees is simply because Miss Joyce Moore, codename White-faced Owl, is really somewhat Bourbon.

Her lack of expression is, for the most part, only distinguishable by pixel-level expression differences if placed in a game, coupled with a manner of speech like a computer process, making her even more Bourbon than Bourbon.

Forum information also directly mentioned that she had indeed undergone some kind of modification, with a crystal implant in her brain as well—but that crystal implant has been replaced, and the result is that her mind no longer needs to be hijacked, which can only be a matter of habit.

But that's getting off track.

Right now, Aomo noticed their surprise, which wasn't surprising at all—after all, even as a local of the Federation who often reads tech magazines, the various rooms deep in this base directly reveal the specifications of the Federation's cutting‑edge technology.

How come it seems……

The Kazdarel Military Committee, a subordinate division of Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals Ltd., seems to have gone even further than the company headquarters in terms of connections and technology.

The Military Committee is Rhodes Island's R&D focus department……That possibility isn't impossible, but looking at the base's periphery as we speak—those training facilities, those base members heavy with a stern, lethal aura—it's clearly a military organization.

Aomo's criteria for judging this aren't even based on what he's heard at the mercenary outpost; rather, it's a familiarity that wells up spontaneously, as if… he had felt a similar temperament in a dream.

Considering the occasional lines of poetry that come to mind, this is hardly an illusion.

Those really are the temperament of death‑warriors; this department is not only a military department, but an extremely extreme military department.

As for why this place can have so much high‑end equipment that requires not just money but also connections, power, and networks to obtain……

The demon instinctively glanced at the guide ahead, Treysis and Dr. Luo Xia.

To say these two are pulling sponsorship, Aomo thinks it won't work.

Even though Rhodes Island itself is positioned quite high, being an embassy for establishing relations with other worlds, these cutting‑edge scientific‑research supplies aren't something that would normally be issued.

Compared to those two, he thinks it's more likely to be that person who has shuffled through multiple education hubs, currently waiting in the conference room for everyone—the deputy head of the Military Committee.

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