Chapter 505: NO.88: Just say whether you did it or not!

NO. 88: Just say whether you did it or not!

We usually don't recommend bringing electronic devices into the restroom.

Just like in the office of a stingy, capricious bureaucrat, there's never a place for guest sofas or chairs.

When you want a process to be sufficiently efficient, don't give it the chance to be delayed.

Phones, terminals, even the built-in karaoke and video systems in the restroom—these are all factors that prolong restroom use.

Whether for health or waiting people's mindset, they should be curbed.

That said, ideals often fall to reality.

They can even be distorted.

Just like some companies that dock pay for timing restroom use, or even design toilet angles to be especially uncomfortable just to make users leave quickly—despicable!

Aomo naturally doesn't approve of such black-heart companies, but conversely, when a position pays him a high salary yet asks him to do nothing……

He also feels uneasy.

This young demon has always acknowledged the existence of 'position'.

Not the position concerning transmigration quotas, but each person's 'position' in society and environment.

Being in one's position, one should attend to its duties—this is basically the best interpretation of that notion.

As a training officer's performance, as a mercenary's performance, and as a combat advisor's performance……

"There are two departments in H2 Area and L3 Area that store important data, Mr. Justice—you should move faster."

"Received! I'm heading there right away!"

"Tengwan, there should be an alien camp near you; have your servants watch out for their shrinking tech, and by the way, give my regards to Uncle Vlad."

"Oh, Mr. Sanshi? I'll do it."

"Why not just state the position? You know that, right?"

"Or at least leave me a way out, Ms. Morgan—some intel may not be important, but just knowing it is suspicious, isn't it?"

"Chaldea has a professional network-cracking team."

"Then……L2 Block."

"How about containing the lake?"

"I look forward to your organization's network team performing."

The combat advisor smiled, crossed out the channel marked 'Chaldea', then opened Hongkai's private line, hesitated slightly because the other side directly showed as busy.

After a brief check, the image was indeed poor for receiving messages.

So he should resort to the next best option and open the user noted as 'Shenyongxiner'.

【Busy?】

When he finished typing that short sentence, the room door was knocked, and then Bi Ze shouted: "Hey hey hey! Old Brother Xiqí's back—how much longer are you gonna squat?"

"……"

Hearing that, he glanced at the toilet lid he was sitting on, the combat advisor thought a bit, switched the terminal to public mode, and suddenly the sound from the live broadcast blared out.

With explosions, shattering, and shouting, it sounded quite gruesome.

"Don't play with the terminal in the toilet!"

"Come out to play!"

"You go ahead and play, I'm still kinda busy here." Aomo said perfunctorily.

"Is the situation really stalemated? Give me a rough idea so I can tell Old Brother Xiqí."

In the office there's usually a kind of unambitious lazy dog—doesn't think about promotion, doesn't want to offend anyone, even when acting as a messenger they strive to repeat the original words, and if necessary just forward the recording.

Aomo thought that if Bi Ze went to sit in the office, he'd probably be that kind of lazy dog.

"The front-line defenses have completely collapsed, the middle line is still resisting, the upper line is struggling."

"? Are you still the opposing side?"

"Us."

"That's too pessimistic—what kind of crude oil could drive you to this point?"

"No, still pretty optimistic."

"You're really stress-resistant……" Bi Ze projected himself onto others, "You're not just being stubborn, are you?"

"No, I'm just a tactical advisor," Aomo said, waiting for the other's reply then focused on typing, "Just responsible for proposing tactical guidance."

"Such a position shouldn't be very suitable for you? You haven't been giving anyone guidance?"

"I have, I basically provided assistance across the board! If we wait for settlement, combat contribution should at least be thirty percent, I guess."

After all, at the start when no faction cared, it was also me seriously busy……

Just thinking about that made him want to sigh a little.

"You put in so much effort? And ended up like this?"

"No, I'm helping the opposing side."

"?"

——

Invading Allied Army, Base City.

Here war flames cover, here destruction spreads, here police data blockades appear from time to time, together with sharp alarms they take away one after another awaiting interrogation criminals.

Of course, more accurately speaking, that would be the invaders.

Among the transmigrator groups that came to this world, aliens are obviously a minority.

And among aliens, the invaders are an even smaller minority.

Even if the script often is 'extraterrestrial invaders fighting stationed Ultraman' in the Ultraman series, aliens are not all invaders.

So this group of extraterrestrial invaders who, after transmigrating, still intend to continue their old trade, belong to a minority among minorities.

So minority that even their own kin may not necessarily understand them, and they are willing to mix with these unfamiliar yet familiar comrades here.

When the difficulty of a matter reaches an unsurpassable level, it is often endowed with some sublime meaning.

Like ideals, like dreams.

Obviously, even such a cruel undertaking as invasion is indeed regarded by them as a dream‑like, unforgettable persistence.

And for them, this land that lets them work together in unison, advancing toward that direction, is the place that gives them the chance to realize their dreams.

But now, here only remains the fury, regret, and curses of the losers.

Before being stuffed into a police car and taken away, judging according to the specific situation whether to raise the restraint level is a constant consideration for the police officers.

And when relatively busy, or seeking convenience, they usually first pull to the highest normally allowed.

The difference between the metal‑box restraint and the Hypolite alien's standard cylindrical lure is merely that it looks more like a coffin.

Unable to move, unable to speak, possibly even implanted with anesthesia, letting you wake up to find that the small single room or even the large dormitory is your eternal home.

However, today's arrest volume is obviously too large.

The metal boxes cannot be sent away immediately; instead, a large teleportation gate must be hastily erected.

This is also nothing.

The Border Gate Zone, this composite region that encompasses most of East Asia, although it has a hindering Jidong component, also has an East Flame component that adds to infrastructure.

Although it's raining, the construction process won't keep the guards waiting too long.

But when a man dressed in black formal wear, carrying a dark‑red sunny‑weather doll, does not appear in the core decisive battle area but instead shows up in this rear logistics and command headquarters, the matter obviously becomes major.

Even if the opponent's raised cane is not aimed at the police personnel, including the superiors, but at those 'iron coffins'.

Is it rescue, or silencing?

Faced with him, who suddenly appeared, in this split‑second moment, no one could react in time.

Except for a certain demon who agreed with the Heart of Terra's junction point to simply go scoop up some profit.

A line of pure black, cutting off the beam emitted from the cane, that blackness unfurled like a fan, revealing a strange metallic posture.

"Mr. Lin Dun, weren't you supposed to attend to your own affairs?"

"I am indeed doing things."

"You should act as a tactical advisor; the demon ought to honor the contract."

"Of course, I am very conscientious about contracts, so I am here."

"Are you acting as the tactical advisor for the opposing side?"

"You understand perfectly; you even understood from the very beginning."