Chapter 133

On the Third Ring Road of Jinghuo Street in the western district of the foreign land, just a few minutes ago, the shattered high-rise was still surrounded by a group of reporters and police.

The black-haired, wolf-eared woman who was accustomed to dealing with this batch of reporters put away her phone.

In this assignment that might very well place her on a battlefield, she would stay on guard; thus she wore that custom Penguin Logistics uniform that would not hinder movement yet could identify her identity, while on her back she carried two exquisitely crafted, nearly ornate silver twin swords.

With contemporary weapon craftsmanship, combining aesthetics and practicality is the norm, not a difficulty.

However, her twin swords are artifacts from another world.

Deksasi was no novice transmigrator; she deeply understood this world's developed superiority, even feeling somewhat touched by it, so the only reason left for her to continue carrying these weapons was just one.

Clang!

With a swift swing, she directly severed the ambush blade; at this moment, the outcome of the clash between the otherworldly craftsmanship and this world's craftsmanship was that the former had a slight edge.

Although comparing products while ignoring material standards and craftsmanship levels is utterly shameless, since we won, there's no need to think too much about it.

All we can think about is the clash itself!

Then, after that sword shattered the blade, another sword's vertical chop came with the wind.

The silver-flower-covered blade easily ripped through the clothing and cut into the flesh, yet the sensation felt like cutting metal, oddly obstructing; this was enough to make Deksasi frown, simultaneously drawing her sword, swinging her leg, kicking over the opponent while retreating!

The proficiency of these movements clearly indicated this was not her first encounter; upon realizing the opponent might be a heavily modified cyborg or even a fully mechanical lifeform, this Penguin Logistics gold-medal employee knew she had to change her attack method.

First, she needed to create distance while also watching the shadows behind her.

Just now, the opponent had already emerged from inside once; it's hard to say whether they'd repeat the trick.

"Hey hey hey, there's a situation over there! It's Deksasi!"

The reporters and police, who were not far away, had all noticed the situation here; the former were even about to start calling for reinforcements, but this logistics employee had no time to worry about it.

She looked at the robot before her, whose body had been split open more than halfway by her, fully revealing its mechanical nature—more precisely, she saw the bloodlight flickering in its eyes, its frequency noticeably increasing; she burst a step forward, then further retreated, widening the distance.

In an instant, amidst the expected explosion, she was met with the scouring of turbulent air currents.

Mixed with flying debris that she needed to dodge by turning her head.

"Hurry up, hurry up! We can't all fall here!"

"..."

The wolf ears atop her head twitched; in this world, exceptional hearing wasn't limited to horse girls, and the transmigrator with wolf ears and wolf tail clearly heard the urging from two hundred meters away, and also saw that at the corner where the street ended, the man wearing a brainwave controller was being pushed into a vehicle by his companions.

That was a group of several vehicles with different makes and even different models parked there, the only common point being that the passengers and drivers all bore identical tattoos.

Could they be the remnants of the gang that attacked the employer?

How did they escape the police investigation perimeter?

Deksasi frowned, locking eyes with the man's panicked glance.

He immediately withdrew his gaze and ducked into the car, while Deksasi stepped forward, but her view was then intruded upon by a swarm of reporters.

Although there was no direct evidence, she instinctively concluded that the man was the one controlling the robot that attacked her and had ordered its self-destruct.

But amidst the reporters' dense footsteps and clamor, her ears could not clearly distinguish the conversations inside those several vehicles.

"Everything's been saved,... how's it going over there?" "'Vessel' still... is fine; speaking of which, what are we being targeted by? Over in the north district, Lun...... has also been surrounded by police,... even time..."

"Don't rush, you first...... also have cow's......"

The sound of speech was completely drowned out and faded away with the engine's startup, leaving Deksasi standing silently in place until the next round of long and short guns began to approach, at which point she suddenly awoke from a dream, turned and left, tossing a heap of photography and filming sounds behind her.

One can imagine that the foreign land's news pages will again have some news about Deksasi, even rising to Penguin Logistics' news, but for the most part it cannot compare to a few truly major news stories, which would allow Penguin Logistics' boss to worry a little less.

Of course, the premise of this statement is that Penguin Logistics' boss is a normal person who prefers to settle matters peacefully.

But is he?

He obviously isn't.

He is even a penguin.

He sat swayingly before the high stool, and though his fin-like limbs seemed unsuited for gripping, he firmly held a wine glass, calmly shaking the liquid inside.

"Mr. Dadi, I didn't expect you would be willing to let your subordinate girl get involved in this matter."

The man in a suit and leather shoes stood beside him, his head and back bearing the traits of a horse beast; perhaps, like the other party, he shared the same world's 'ancestral origin', or perhaps he was a demi-human with horse-like traits hailing from elsewhere.

Besides, since he doesn't care about Dadi's penguin-like posture, Dadi naturally doesn't care about his racial traits matching the memory of the 'Kultanta people'.

"What matter? What's the matter?" asked the penguin called 'Dadi' nonchalantly.

His avian long, sharp beak could actually drink normally.

"My employees are working normally; who could still gossip?"

"It's not gossip, just a reminder. Many people are paying attention to this matter; put more plainly, deep waters require caution, even if you are a penguin."

"Many people in this world take me for a penguin, usually divided into two types: one is those who, upon first meeting me, mistake me for those small animals; the other is those who dislike me and thus continue to regard me as a small animal—you're the second type, right?"

"No, if you think about it, there could actually be a third type." the speaker shook his head.

"That would be, as an indigenous person, I really don't quite know how to address someone like you, a transmigrator."

"How poor is the Symbol family's intelligence work?" the penguin raised his flipper, surprised, and pushed up his sunglasses.

"Regarding this point, I think it's more because your company's style is too free," said the spokesperson sent by the Symbol family, somewhat helplessly, "even with Rhode Island Pharmaceutical Company, we can be confident we won't hinder each other, because our goals are similar."

"But Penguin Logistics is not like that."

"Your company joined Rhode Island Company in a cooperative manner, yet you also took on separate commissions, and later even accepted commissions from foreign gangs."

"I've heard that you've already gained considerable fame on the underground stage, so some nobles in your clan can't help but be curious—" the man's face showed considerable helplessness, as his words gradually turned serious: "'Where exactly does your company stand?'"

"Is this kind of thing very important? Even the uncrowned king of the Symbol family in this border region actually needs to be wary of this little situation of my Penguin Logistics?" The penguin spoke bluntly, pursing his lips; his avian face actually showed a hint of a smile, and his eyes behind the sunglasses, while slightly lowering his head, looked down at the man opposite, "Looks like your situation is pretty tough."

"The Symbol family never thought of covering the sky with one hand; all families originating from horse racing, whether 'Symbol' or 'White Eye', only care about the order of the horse girl line," the man said neither humble nor arrogant, "For this goal, you might still be approached by envoys of the White Eye family; please prepare yourself."

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"Gee, we haven't even gotten involved with horse girls yet, and you personally made a trip over this little matter—are you all in this family perfectionist obsessive-compulsives?"

Dadi shook off his hand, raised his hand to pick up a retro remote from the nearby table, and lit up the screen.

"Asking what stance, how boring—it's as if you'll believe whatever I say; you'd be better off patiently watching TV."

The horse-eared monster manifested on the screen was so towering that with one blow it shattered the skyscraper surrounded by police, but afterward a truck bearing the Penguin Logistics logo rose from the lift platform behind it.

The truck doors flung open, and three figures shot out, piercing the giant beast's bodies with their weapons.

A wolf woman, an angel, cold and ruthless.

A demon, with a fierce and evil appearance, revealed a savagery even greater than the monster's.

"Here."

Penguin smacked their lips: "Although they look a bit scary, they're at least fighting for justice, right?"