Chapter 1301: NO．205：Luzas employees stared wide-eyed

NO．205：Luzas employees stared wide-eyed

In fact, after the Jidong Cup, the association had already launched joint planning with the local government, forcing all horse racing event security to be upgraded by at least two levels.

Recent spectators who went to the venue to watch horse racing could more or less notice the visual change taking direct effect.

Whether equipment or demeanor, the guards—now more common and numerous, with a security system involving multiple non-human races including bio‑androids—have taken shape.

Even a famous mercenary group participated.

Here, Aomo actually doesn't flash his trainer badge; just showing his mercenary ID is enough to get through.

Because Lindun's office is also within the hiring scope.

This is naturally a matter of course; whether it's the mercenaries' visible strength or the fact that four horse girls are currently directly involved on the track, the association won't overlook such a very important combat asset.

"It's not just important—it also saves money; hiring him means we can sign fewer security companies!"

The seats above the Saichang were scattered like stars, and the river of light connecting each star‑plate had security personnel stationed at intervals; among them, some wore relatively free attire, conspicuously different from the local security uniforms—a crowd that was not mercenaries but plainclothes special police and Teqiju officers who had just arrived.

Having arrived not long ago, this is an important small detail: given the recent deployment of the Teqiju, a trainer could summon help with a single phone call—clearly not relying on everyone in the Teqiju being able to TP.

"I say, is this job again hosted by Aomo Lindun?"

"Probably? Advance assembly, mid‑way deployment, and this quiet‑waiting segment…… at a glance it doesn't look like the Juanzhang's style."

"Indeed, the Juanzhang's tactics may not be reckless, but at least they're step‑by‑step pressure; where would we be left waiting clueless like this?"

"Whatever, those mercenaries are waiting too; it's just a matter of a few security companies."

"Don't even mention security companies—just the fact that he can instantly have the Juanzhang send us over means that broken association is raking it in, right? When did the Teqiju become a dedicated unit for horse‑girl cases?"

"Saying it as if this business isn't your concern——Whoa whoa whoa! Chazuo sauce just passed that red‑haired guy!" The special police listening to cross‑department colleagues' complaints hadn't finished speaking before, in a casual glance, they blended into the surroundings.

So abrupt, such a turn—enough to make the out‑of‑town officer who had just transferred to the Jiemen district twitch at the corners of his mouth.

His gaze instantly shifted to the surroundings, making it hard to tell whether he was being conscientious or simply despising his coworker.

Meanwhile, his local partner, while not as lax as the special police who stared fixatedly at the track, also didn't scan the whole field like he did.

That person used technology.

A full light screen showed a 4K ultra‑clear drone view in a 16‑grid layout, with assistive AI performing real‑time recognition; this is also standard gear for Teqiju officers on standby, the only difference being the number of screens reduced or increased.

Of course, there's also a professional tilt—some don't use tech but rely on a life‑detection network built from spell‑medium puppets, gauging each spectator's condition from a source‑energy perspective.

But evidently, in the Federation such leisure is a luxury reserved for traditional high‑achievers; this person, acting as a new‑style tech specialist, only lazily sighs: "I say, why not just give every seat a tech overhaul—monitor heart rate, pulse, and all kinds of energy—and have the chair restrain anyone who shows an anomaly?"

"Because that's hard to guarantee precise, F. 3, but it must be noted that your proposal has indeed received the association's attention."

"... Deputy Juanzhang, good!"

"No need to be so tense; it's not yet time for seriousness."

"But the Juanzhang seems to take this seriously; when we were assigned in advance to the ZS City branch, some still privately questioned her decision…"

"It's never us picking cases; it's cases picking us, right?"

"What you said is correct."

"I also feel her recent decisions are too direct, appearing blindly to trust someone, but that's just how it looks—only that person can always produce a precise line of reasoning, so she has no choice but to consider a response."

"Um, everyone knows that, after all, the last few jobs have had no mistakes."

"But I still can't help muttering," the Deputy Juanzhang said calmly, "the action plans are still too few."

As she said this, the background commentary made her glance unintentionally at the Saichang.

Time passed with her words, and the race on the field had reached the climax that left the crowd either holding their breath or shouting.

"Get ready; perhaps soon there will be an order to make arrests."

Having said that, she was about to head to the next location for patrol.

Although technology and source energy guarantee the present situation, she, like the Juanzhang she assists, always feels uneasy about the unknown, and thus wants to do something.

"Perhaps I should go talk to Aomo Lindun; when that thought pops into her mind, she silently dismisses it."

After repeated collaborations, even without letting a profiler keep tabs on everyone's merits, she could still somewhat see what kind of person the career‑loving favorite is.

Close to obsessive dedication, professional‑level control of criminal psychology, plus a network of capable individuals willing to act for him.

Most importantly, he lacks a sense of security.

He seems unable to stop himself; even Bicuikes cannot gain his full trust, perhaps not because he doubts Bicuikes's stance but because he doubts the environment Bicuikes is in, but ultimately it's still suspicion.

If this guy became a criminal, he'd be one of the toughest foes…… he'd be extraordinarily slippery and cunning, like a slick poisonous snake.

Because of this thought, the Deputy Juanzhang occasionally loathes herself.

She will loathe herself, wondering if the next thought is that Bicuikes could seal that guy?

This would remind her of some ancient common cases.

Those folk who sacrificed living beings to pray for demon‑god protection of their own peace, in her inadvertent frivolous thought, reached agreement.

In such an improper thought, a similar suspicion is reflected, and moreover the fear and weakness that manifest most clearly within that suspicion.

By this point, this feeling is no longer mere dislike; it has become more entrenched than the original thought, now serving as her constant reason to drive herself forward.

But today, here, have I been thinking of it too often?

Almost constantly thinking about it, her inability to calm down seems to be the work of some psychic source energy, making her agitated and restless as she patrols everywhere, trying to use this method to shift her unsettled state.

But regardless, perhaps she should at least go thank him—she had been thinking that way, yet in the cheers raised by those girls she lowered her eyes and caught sight of an action order.

That order filled the seat numbers, prompting her and the nearby Teqiju officer to instantly drop their current thoughts and, following the tacit understanding from routine training, each rush forth.

As they acted instantly, the quickest had already subdued the suspect; meanwhile, the horse girls, urged to hasten into the preparation room, let out sudden screams and shouts from the long corridor.

It should have carried through the swaying corridor and even been picked up by distant camera audio devices, but was blocked by an inconspicuous black mist.

At the same time, the dim corridor, the gleaming gun line, and the quick‑reacting security staff all encountered a faster‑shooting azure light whip emerging from the near‑frozen moment.

That was a light whip flicked from the girls' ranks, scraping the gun line to produce a string of sparks and eliciting two anguished groans at the ends.

"Love, Ailisang…?"

The girl nearest the source of the light whip stared at the other girl's plain yet mysterious long sleeve, eyes wide, and became the mouthpiece for other onlookers.

And that girl merely still had that mocking, punch-deserving smile hanging at the corner of her mouth from the competition, and she flicked her sleeve.

"What's up? Everyone, this is something approved for carrying by the event security check; you cannot say I'm cheating, okay?"

She was smug, then immediately looked at the two attackers being held down, then her furtive gaze turned toward the front.

However, Tunshujun really wasn't wrong, huh...

Chazuo and Bobang's silhouettes had already vanished, leaving only the blue-black handled katana in Aizhi's hand turning into wisps of black smoke.

In this second round, all the players are our own people; the rest are just newbies, and only those on guard duty know exactly how many people just responded.

That response was so subtle and unnoticeable, it trimmed the girls' fear, allowing the Hope Tournament to not lose the word 'hope'.