Chapter 552

No. 135: Wolves are also among the animals that hold grudges quite strongly.

When the cargo compression function and drone delivery became widespread, the pure bulk manual transport market no longer existed.

Although that's how it's said, if you see that Penguin Logistics Company still hires ordinary cargo workers, you know this popularity isn't thorough.

Moreover, drones can't handle all cargo work, especially risky express items; that remains essentially like escorting goods.

Although there are also armed drone models specially cooperating with logistics firms, in Jiemen District that belongs to the already‑divided cake.

In the research and expansion of drone technology, Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd.'s surface partner, Laiyin Life Science Technology Co., Ltd., does have some say.

But they never reached cooperation with Penguin Logistics.

Because Penguin Logistics has always taken the manned‑armed route from the start, they never intended to transform.

Thus Penguin Logistics became one of the leading enterprises in the manned‑logistics company type in Jiemen District.

In such companies, logistics teams are usually arranged from multi‑person squads, to two‑person pairs, to solo individuals.

These standards are set by the transport commission itself.

Threat levels, personnel requirements, quantity limits, etc., are marked as finely as in some online games.

But at Penguin Logistics, core employees' personal opinions take higher priority.

In other words, seemingly unreasonable arrangements often appear.

All this stems from someone's willfulness.

From the company's development perspective, indulging this free‑and‑loose attitude is not wise.

But that penguin's mere willingness to expand the company scale is already not bad; as headquarters, what more could Rhodes Island demand?

As for the workers' view… among new hires interviewing at Penguin Logistics, how many truly aim to grow big and strong?

Either they're after the veteran staff, or they're after Rhodes Island.

The extremely few who are dissatisfied either engage in useless protests or quit; as a "temp worker," Aomo never voices an opinion.

But today he has to be glad that Penguin Logistics' company history has many precedents, allowing him to enter the Texas logistics team at this 13‑year‑old juvenile posture.

Although that's so…

The angel whispered to Lapland, "There's no need to really treat Linton like a child, right? Texas actually went out of its way to watch him."

This was supposed to be a whisper segment, but via the unmuted public channel on the earpiece, anyone could hear it.

Including the two parties mentioned in those words.

Yet Texas asked Aomo: "Want to do something?"

She seemed to ignore the voice in the earphone, but at least she had already turned off the public mic.

"No need."

Aomo, knowing what she was asking, turned back to glance at the eye‑catching signboard of the coffee shop behind him.

Though not the first time contacting Tougou Sentai, an actual visit was still the second.

He came by delivery, yet didn't expect to see that familiar‑disguised guy right away.

The saying that the body affects the mind may be correct… upon noticing Aomo's undisguised hateful gaze, Texas couldn't help but think so.

Children's simple, direct emotional expression is obvious, letting her instantly realize that the ordinary‑looking man might be Aomo's enemy.

The customer's identity becomes invalid the moment the parcel is signed for.

Next comes Texas's question to Aomo as a friend about whether he needs help.

But Aomo hasn't truly become a child.

On the contrary, even as a child Aomo is still more rational than most peers his age.

"Let's go to the next pickup point," the "boy" already returned to calm, the eyes that should be bright and energetic now calm and still, "otherwise Lapulande will speak up again."

For Texas choosing to "watch" Aomo, then telling her to "watch" Angel, Lapulande is especially dissatisfied.

After all, even Angel can see that Texas just wants to shoo her away.

It's unclear whether it's constant annoyance, or the discontent from earlier interference with cargo.

Lapulande perhaps understands, so she obediently complies, but it's hard to say how long that honesty will last.

Making Texas angry or even furious—past Lapulande even took pleasure in it; this record is enough to make one uneasy.

"Okay."

Texas nodded, headed straight for the truck, while Aomo walked beside her, drawing many puzzled glances from passersby.

After all, the two don't look like logistics workers at all.

Because the commission rating remains high‑risk, Texas still switched back to her original outfit—looks heavy but in her hands the twin swords are swift and agile, placed on either side of the seat.

Aomo wears a short‑sleeve T‑shirt + shorts kids' outfit, only his wrists still have that chain wrapped several times.

That's his weapon, but passersby can't tell.

They might take it as a dark‑style accessory liked by a chuunibyou boy, even imagining it linked to the two big swords Texas wears at her waist.

Their identical expressionless faces look like siblings, but the facial features and ethnic traits don't resemble; walking away, one left, one right entering the truck makes it even more puzzling.

Do logistics companies still have temperament requirements nowadays?

Obviously not.

In fact, after Aomo sat in the passenger seat and opened the light screen, he stopped keeping a stern face, instead looking somewhat glum.

【Monster is necessary: things still not done, little snake, why haven't you gone home yet?】

【Start an experiment: Guinea‑pig~ have you gotten smaller yet? Come back soon so I can check; maybe I can make a fast‑acting recovery drug?】

【General passage spittoon head: bro, we didn't rub one together last time we met; today let's have a meal! David says as long as you're willing to come, he'll come.】

【lp1211：Aomo trainer, sis happens to be playing in Jiemen District these days! Want to come out for a drive?】

【I won't take everything for free!】：hahaha, heard you got pranked, what do you look like now? Send a pic to see?

【Deep, coffee】：Trainer, you okay… friend her, she's been laughing what?

【Langwang: Chazuo hasn't come back yet? I freed up time, want to chat about schedule coordination? I'm at the bar in Teleisen】

【Baijunduoxing: Lin Dun, training officer, heard you've encountered some problems, need help?】

【Paiduoka Dato: Shibuya Ward, Maruyama-cho 4-2, need a professional DJ, come quick!】

【Training, work-rest balance, then training: request to obtain master schedule, to confirm whether tonight there is time to conduct gbn modification guidance】

……

Concern, inquiry, and most of all—invitations.

Actually, considering the possible alliance formed by Angel, Lappland, and even the rather suspicious Qian and Suzi, Aomo wouldn't be surprised to see this scene appear.

A conservative estimate is at least a small group of more than four people; after covert operations yielded no results, their modus operandi gradually became bolder—this is a natural development.

At least they haven't yet directly taken the initiative to attack, coming straight to find him.

Aomo felt relieved about this group's gradual progress, but he also hadn't actually grasped the specific roster of this group.

So when he saw people he originally thought wouldn't get involved also coincidentally contacting him at this time, he felt somewhat wistful.

Rather than feeling betrayed, it's closer to regret and pity that the other party was led astray.

If any one of these is answered, will the chat logs synchronously appear in some chat room?

Having crossed out that series of messages, he switched his status to busy; Aomo then glanced at Dekesas beside him, who was also frowning at his phone.

"Tonight's traffic seems to be jammed."

"Going slow is fine; anyway, the recipient probably isn't in a hurry either."

Aomo, with his seatbelt fastened, said calmly.

"By the way, no weird people added you as a friend, right? Just these few hours."

"Yeah, are they all your friends?" Dekesas asked.

Her actions starting the engine were skilled and steady, her tone of voice exceptionally calm, making Aomo think she could perhaps also become a professional taxi driver.

To her, the passengers' annoyances and complaints were nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing past.

"Perhaps it should be said they are friends of Angel and Lappland."

"I think so too, but I haven't dealt with them yet."

As the small van smoothly turned and merged into traffic, Dekesas's face, illuminated by the cabin lights, regained its usual coolness, and his eyes, attentive to road conditions, also showed the competence of a professional driver.

But as Aomo thought that, he also seemed to hallucinate hearing a line:

"Do you think I should refuse or agree?"