Chapter 127

Awake?

……Who would get up this early,

Today isn't a weekend? And they're already on summer vacation.

Did you dream of Ultraman last night? Punk-haired Ultraman fighting aliens.

? Oh, you mean Zeta, right? I haven't reviewed Zeta lately, how could I dream of the original form? But I did get a lead on some resources, want to take a look?

Turn back hair me

Perhaps it could also be called an unexpected joy; what was just a casual question actually yielded new information about the Ultraman series resources, and I heard that work even won the Otherworld Nebula Award. Aomo, who originally just wanted to see a new monster suit, now has some other expectations.

This also adds another thing to look forward to in life.

But what he's most looking forward to now is still the end-of-month training staff salary settlement; as for the commission right in front of him…

That still depends on whether it goes smoothly.

"Sir, want to get on?"

"No thanks, I'm waiting for someone."

After rejecting the overly enthusiastic sixth-round approaches, Aomo stood in front of the station in the Otherworld; naturally, he didn't drive his own car.

Actually he really wanted to drive it, because after two consecutive nights of staying up, Aomo clearly got his beloved horse but had hardly any chance to take it out, and he felt extremely regretful.

But who made his responsibility the assistance part? Even the main section's task is just to spot-check; it really isn't suitable to be too showy.

And his Beta motorcycle directly interprets what "showy" means in its design——

——To be honest, there are indeed not a few showy vehicles in contemporary design, but many are somewhat illegally modified.

The most impressive thing about Aomo's car isn't its technology, but that it's legally licensed and won't be stopped by traffic police.

As expected of a big company, it indeed has a lot of energy.

But it can't be driven out now.

Still have to take bus plus subway; although the weekend crowds are somewhat torturous, at least we managed to reach the station leading to the Otherworld.

While waiting for Duìyou, he quickly pulled out his phone to kill some time.

After all, once in the Otherworld you need to switch to the internal network; the chance to chat is now.

Moreover, because it's quite early, there are few people to chat with.

Bi Ze, this kind of lazy dog sealed by the bed, can be said to be a major type in Aomo's social circle; as for his subordinate horse girls…

That, however, isn't really worth chatting about.

After all, we'd already agreed to do mercenary work today; besides reminding everyone not to slack off on vacation, to keep meals regular, and to remind Bourbon to train moderately, there's really nothing else to say.

The results of last night's test will be checked and confirmed tomorrow; as for Chazuo…

Aomo's glance flicked over the other person's LINE avatar, but in the end he didn't click to open it.

There's really nothing to rush about, he thought.

The substantive relationship between Zhouri Ningjing and Mancheng Chazuo… Although investigating and understanding the client helps mercenaries assess the situation, this usually means there are trust risks between the two parties.

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It hasn't come to that; he decided to just wait and see.

But those two haven't arrived yet, right?

He had already skimmed through the chat logs, browsed a few forums, and even prepared to continue reading the trainers' professional knowledge.

He plans to study advanced first-aid knowledge today.

Although it's a bit strange, the manual and examination indeed require trainers to master first-aid skills proficiently. However, Aomo already has a foundation in this; it's the sort of "long illness makes the doctor" that any armed-services professional should know a bit of.

So he skipped the basics and went straight to the advanced level.

He had only just read a few sentences when a piercing buzz made him look up.

It wasn't just him looking up; the huge crowd at the station almost all, at the same moment, lifted their eyes to the black vehicle not far away.

That really is a large vehicle, or more accurately, it's a black armored vehicle.

It resembles the police vehicles used by anti-terrorist special units to about an eighty percent degree.

The thick bullet‑proof, anti‑spy glass revealed nothing inside, but soon a pale‑green head poked out from the window, holding a small loudspeaker: "Hey hey hey! What are you still looking at? Get on already?!"

A greeting lacking a clear address, overly showy to the point of provoking resistance.

It's like Mann's social powerhouse, even giving off a slightly terrorist vibe.

If he hadn't early on paid attention to the registration data of the Edge Runners mercenary team, Aomo would hardly have guessed whom this girl was hailing.

Reeba (reba), though also translated as Libeka, is undoubtedly a petite woman with extremely strong cybernetic modification style.

In David's words she's a very enthusiastic girl; in Bi Ze's words she's "a very distinctive loli".

And in Aomo's eyes…

"I don't mind this kind of intimidation," Aomo, reluctantly boarding, sat in the back seat of the armored vehicle, looking through the bars at the co‑pilot girl, "but this is rather too conspicuous."

"It doesn't matter; there are far more showy people in the Otherworld than us! Right, David?!"

"Probably…" David at the wheel said helplessly, "Mann said we can exert ourselves to a certain extent, but it's still better to stay low‑key."

Finally, he added another sentence to Aomo: "Aomo, sorry."

"It's fine." Aomo gave a slight nod.

"Why apologize?!" Reeba kept shouting.

She is clearly someone whose joy and anger show on her face; her dissatisfaction is utterly genuine, which in turn makes Aomo a bit concerned.

"Aomo doesn't like being stared at, Reeba you'd better be careful too—we're about to reach the Otherworld."

"Tsk." Reeba, feeling displeased, her eyes—green on the outside, pink within, clearly the result of some chromatic‑research treatment—slanted a glance at Aomo, slightly turning, as if still thinking of some plan.

It's precisely this excess hostility that makes Aomo a bit concerned; after all, he's not Bi Ze, who would shout "I'm crazy, Hatsune Miku!" at the sight of green twin‑tails, nor does he care about the cyber‑optic implant implanted in her neck.

He was merely thinking that the dissatisfaction caused by David's meddling should fade away after Mann the older brother returns.

But the result was as such; he could read a hint of dissatisfaction from the other's gaze, and he also noticed the other occasionally glancing at Da Wei's details.

At first, he only thought it was worry.

After all, although Da Wei had never said so, Bi Ze had mentioned that Da Wei's driving skills were 'moving'; therefore, Aomo, upon noticing Da Wei sitting in the driver's seat, instinctively wanted to speak up for him, after all, he truly did hold an S1 license.

But he felt Man En shouldn't drag his own brother into trouble just to mess with him, and besides, the 'companion' beside him hadn't spoken up either, so he simply kept quiet about it.

But now it seems that gaze had another meaning; combined with Da Wei's mention that the other was 'very enthusiastic,' Aomo fell silent for a moment, and before entering the foreign realm, he quickly called Man En's line.

【Was the original plan for Da Wei and Miss Ruibeika to form a team to conduct the investigation?】

……

【You can even guess this?】

"……"

【Just a random guess, it's fine; we're getting ready to go to the foreign realm, goodbye】

【Oh! You guys better get along well!】

He had uttered something an elder should say, but Aomo, having pulled up the light screen and looking at the two in front, only felt a headache.

When others are on a date, how is a third wheel supposed to get along well?

But doesn't Da Wei have a girlfriend named Lu Xi? What's going on with your circle?

Aomo frowned inside, looking through the iron bars at the two people who weren't chatting at the moment.

He only felt that the scene gave him a strong sense of déjà vu, like riding in an armed police vehicle about to be taken to jail.

Especially since the vehicle's interior was lit only by a white light on the ceiling, placed not far in front of Aomo's forehead, giving the impression of a grim interrogation room for criminals.

He had never received such treatment in the police cars or security bureau armored vehicles of Heaven Gate City; it was only these people who gave him an eye-opening experience.