Chapter 1248: with translation of chapter title

NO. 152: Provoking him is like provoking cotton.

The double rest is over, and we will step into GIII races including the Derby, Tokyo, Musashino Derby, as well as GII races such as the Keio Cup Juvenile Stakes, the Argentine Republic Cup, and the Daily Cup Juvenile Stakes, plus the JBC Classics held locally and the Queen Elizabeth II Cup GI races, all concentrated in the first half of November.

It's not hard to imagine that the special holiday approval from Central Trésen will be quite generous.

During this time, Aomo should have become a special forces fan of the horse girls together with them, intensely shuttling between various racecourses to watch the races.

But frankly, such observation and understanding/research of future opponents is fine for one or two races, but becomes excessive after more than three.

Aomo and the girls agreed in discussion: it would be better to train as usual, letting the trainer worry over the video.

Good, this wave is returning to the state of the orphanage back then, becoming everyone's all-purpose brick.

Naturally, there's no complaint about the path one chose; Aomo Lindun these days simply trains the three girls as usual during the day at school or at the β training ground, in the evenings transfers to Aachen, then goes from Aachen to the Demon Realm Area to carry out the Rhode Island consultant's work.

And in this spare time, I remotely confirm, occasionally commanding Huoerhaiya to wrap up the investigation.

It's like teaming up with that awkward old classmate reminiscent of an elementary school student to dig a pit, waiting to see Luzas's reaction, while not forgetting to surf the chat room.

——Attempting to confirm Luzas's organization's recent situation through the channel of the wanted netizen nicknamed Kanlong.

The latter's result was not ideal; Kanlong seems to be a legendary lone mercenary, not skilled in intelligence, and he himself has no interest in that organization, leading Aomo to once consider hiring him to infiltrate according to work standards.

But upon reflection, this matter is indeed better left alone.

After all, he has subordinates; if his own people can do it, why spend money outsourcing?

Gui She, you, go infiltrate Luzas!

Me?

Do infiltration work?

Really? — Although not the original words, in roughly similar chat room activity, Chief Lindun convinced all members, including the person concerned, with just a sentence.

His words were:

"You just need to play yourself, show everyone how much you hate humans, how much you want to use monsters to kill humans, how annoyed you are by those Ultramen who fight monsters."

Upon saying this, even Chen and Shijia had to nod, acknowledging that Gui She was the right material for this job.

Serious infiltration demands too much of him, but playing an evil alien, one can only say his acting skills are minimal, it's all emotion.

The only problem is:

"I hate the Electrical Machine King! At worst it's Gulte! What's Ultraman? Is it that Xiao Lu guy?!"

That's not really hateful, is it?

The monster controllers who occasionally meet in private still have a pretty good impression of Xiao Lu, that polite big kid.

He's also the son of Belial, his appearance is very villainous; more importantly, he's willing to run errands for everyone to the supermarket in the few times he's attended gatherings, and after the first time he voluntarily brings alcohol—so considerate! After a while, they've become like brothers and sisters, calling each other brother and sister.

Even though Gui She gives the impression of having a terrible temper, it's hard to deny that this kid is quite pleasant to look at.

"Then think about Sai Luo."

"Oh! That's more than just hateful!"

Like a little thug, Gui She meets someone like a gang leader, Sai Shao; although the situation is stronger than the person, they can't win a fight, but the displeasure is still displeasure, just like the vampire senior who worked with Aomo a couple days ago—that P face really needs to be permanent.

"Then remember this feeling well; from now on your identity is that of an alien Gui She who has been defeated by Sai Luo Ultraman, wanting to join them to take revenge on Ultraman."

"That's it?"

"That's it; even if you can't remember more details or act poorly, just play yourself, call me if you run into problems—I've granted you permission, communications are open all day, including late night."

"Uh… that guy behind you seems to be staring at me."

"Any? No, Qian is very reasonable."

"Uh… then, when are we going?"

"At least two days later, get ready."

"Really? Two days? I thought it was now."

"Now? Are you that free?"

"He's always free lately; he's even been hanging out at the arcade with a horse girl."

"Oh."

"What's wrong with going to the arcade! Why mention horse girls!"

"Nothing, the arcade is fine anyway; anyway, even if you're free you still have to wait—we're waiting for the follow-up from Aachen."

"Aachen? What place is that?"

He: "The place where Aomo and Qian spent their two-day weekend holiday."

Shijia: "He didn't go?"

He: "I have no expectation for Borde cuisine anyway, since Aomo is at the office."

Gui She: "So it's in Borde District?"

Chen: "... You're too used to him."

He: "Ah?"

Aomo: "Aachen is near the recent consultant's task point; Luzas's subsidiary is located there, and we're giving it a hard time."

Chen: "... Won't we scare the snake by disturbing the grass?"

Aomo: "There are external assistants handling the operation, making exposure unlikely; I'm just hoping to see a flaw—every human flaw starts from tension."

"But even if it really gets exposed, perhaps it could instead speed up Gui She's progress."

Gui She: "Ah? How to speed up?"

Aomo: "You, summon the monsters, find a crowded place, and let me and Sai Luo beat you up."

——

Turning off the voice chat with Lindun office members, then glancing at the Trésen activity chat room.

Besides the usual greetings, it's Chazuo gazing eagerly at Suzi's recounting of holiday life, and Aimu Zhiji's feigned calm coolness carrying a slight sour note.

At this time, of course one had to pretend not to have seen Suzi's @ message, pretend not to have scrolled through the message log.

When it's not a major matter, appropriately playing dead can save a lot of things.

But if a major matter arises, playing dead will only let you die without any suspense, and will even let you die in utter disgrace and ruin.

So Luzhasia's gang could never play dead.

Aomo not only had Huo'erhaiya closely monitor the situation of that shell company over these days, but also himself was trying every means to investigate Luzhasia; however, even if he let the witch beast use all its tricks, even through negotiation let Yalikexisi take a look at the matter.

That organization was also still as impenetrable, or perhaps simply so closed off that it left no trace on the internet, only flashing through in such encrypted records as that shell company's own.

Since it's hard to approach via online channels, in the end one can only go offline.

Aomo had actually already considered for Gui She where to lure Luzhasia's employees to come see him voluntarily, but that was truly a hasty resort to an inferior plan.

After all, wanting to join at this critical juncture is inherently too suspicious and too deliberate, putting Gui She's situation in particular danger.

If something else could happen, making Luzhasia urgently need to replenish personnel, so that it's not Gui She proactively coming, but rather 'by chance' being approved and sought out by them……

Such a thing is not completely impossible.

At least for now, with the vampire senior leveraging family influence to apply pressure, Luzhasia's reaction will determine whether he can manage to arrange the opportunity for such a thing to happen.

So he not only needs to wait, but also needs an observer's perspective far beyond the vampire senior's direct confrontation—as an observer, one cannot merely have immersive presence; the first-person perspective must have a very subtle amount of information.

So he decided to visit the nursery again, and to visit grandma again, together with Huo'erhaiya who came by midway out of curiosity to observe, he followed her around the after-school campus, reminiscing about the school of his youth.

Moreover, it made the cyber foster father crouch in the corner of the screen, too embarrassed to come out.

Nor was it presentable to appear in the eyes of the girlfriend chatting with his son.

Without a doubt, even after putting up a tough front once, the electronic foster father's family status remains unchanged.