Chapter 555: NO. 138: The boss never misses a chance to make employees work

NO. 138: The boss never misses a chance to make employees work.

Jiemen North District, thanks to Heaven Gate Airport, often sees visitors from other districts and even extraterrestrials.

Thanks to convenient interstellar transport, it hosts numerous branch offices of interstellar companies and mercenary agencies.

Such as the Edge Runner Agency, which has deep ties to a certain demon, and the Frontier Lighthouse Group, both of which are among them.

So you often see people here wearing strange outfits, and even passersby who look rather bizarre.

Even so, aliens who brandish energy guns and extendable blades and directly attack others' cargo trucks are still relatively rare.

After all, fighting here easily draws in 'enthusiastic passersby' from nearby mercenary agencies, who often arrive faster than the police and use even harsher methods.

Thus, anyone who resorts to violence here usually does some planning.

Like those similar to the Meta Territory, having a battlefield-splitting function is essential, followed by arranging an ambush on the target.

At the very least, you must achieve this for your criminal foundation to be considered complete.

But this is only the foundation; in fact, there are cases where those who set ambushes end up being wiped out by the target, and there are not a few of them.

Given that extraterrestrials are abundant in this area, the parties involved in incidents are often extraterrestrials or even beings from other worlds.

Whenever such beings are involved, gathering intelligence is comparatively difficult.

As the ambusher, one may lack sufficient knowledge of the locals; as the ambushed, one may also not be well understood by the locals.

Thus, this is prone to going wrong.

Just like right now——

A fine drizzle, silently spreading, destroys the opponent's internal energy.

A shower, its force continuous, to counter the formation and to stem the relentless offensive,

A sword rain—pouring down! Using the tips of those two swords that look heavy yet scatter like raindrops, countless sword lights pierce down from midair, successively sealing the bodies of one alien after another.

Stacked, intersecting energy swords pierce the ground, grazing legs, clamping arms, making it hard for them to move rashly; meanwhile, a small figure darts swiftly around them, and before they can clearly see that figure, a muffled wind sound and the clink of chains come from behind.

Then, in the next second, they lose consciousness in excruciating pain.

They never managed to see the iron claw that knocked them out.

Nor could they see that the other end of the four chains attached to the iron claw was actually a small child.

He even wore a rather subtle yarn mask.

Leaving only the mouth and nose exposed, the black mask makes him look more like a bank robber, and he usually appears at bank entrances.

So not seeing him is actually a good thing; if they did, they might feel a hint of humiliation.

Being knocked out by such a kid wearing a bank‑robbing balaclava would invite ridicule even for an alien, even if he wields a flashy, somewhat obscene‑looking fist chain.

With a swish, the chains retract, forming on his small hand a dark‑red jointed iron‑gray metallic ferocious claw.

All manner of martial arts, this is the Monster Card 【mechagomora】/Mechagomora, Mechanical Fist Chain.

Mechagomora's wrist claws are detachable, linked by chains at the wrists and launched via rocket thrust; they can be swung like a flail, giving a very wide attack range.

Of course, one also needs sufficient experience using such chain‑type weapons whose weight is concentrated at the tip.

This card, when initially in Commander Black's hands, was never fully utilized; it was merely given an order and then drove itself.

Such usage also made Aomo feel it was utterly worthless.

Unlike the prototype of Mechagomora—the ancient monster Gomora, which usually has only a 'Super Vibration Wave' in its skill slot—Mechagomora is a pure mechanical construct.

With pure technology filling an entire skill page, any pilot who knows a bit can qualify as a frontline force among mechanical monsters; in its debut in *Super Galaxy Legend Side Story*, it was also taken down in a team fight rather than a 1v1 duel.

But none of that matters now.

Loyal Mechagomora returned to its pilot's side in the form of a non‑single‑use card (x).

Even when the pilot's condition is poor and functions are limited, it can still score a 'total hard control' with its frame; presumably, if Mechagomora's 'Salome Mechanical Brain' were conscious, it would feel relieved as well.

Unfortunately, Aomo is one who insists that monster cards have no consciousness, so he hardly expects such a machine‑soul joy scene.

Then, when using the Demon God Zero model in GBN, he again acts like 'I created you, you will surely respond to me,' deserving a hard poke in the spine from some mechanical monster card.

So hypocritical! (x)

But Texas obviously knows nothing of this; she merely disarmed the last ambusher, then Aomo added a 'Heavy Claw Strike' that knocked her out, after which she finally turned her head, and the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Do you have this kind of hobby?"

Looking at the child's black balaclava and the '6' marked above it, even with Texas's composure she finds it somewhat hard to bear.

"Of course not."

Yet the child answering her has a gaze just as calm as hers every day, although this is closer to self‑abandonment.

"But the masks in that trunk box are all too big."

Now the child wants to ask Ms. Remuan what mindset she had when knitting this yarn balaclava.

But upon recalling having met Ms. Nichiku in the Blessing Gospel class, he seems able to derive a clear conclusion.

It doesn't matter anyway; after all this, no one would recognize him……

He could only console himself like that, then the light screen lit up, and a message popped up: a super agent with a big face appeared on the screen: "Mr. Linton, I've found the beacon of Node One…… Mr. Linton?"

The super agent's face showed a hint of hesitation, not daring to fully recognize the person before him.

"Are you here to rob a bank?"

It seems that even a super agent wandering different networks and dimensions still has basic common sense.

"No, we were just robbed; also, could you help keep my current appearance confidential?"

"Uh, no, no problem."

The righteous super agent did not disappoint Aomo.

Meanwhile, Texas, seeing him apparently chatting with someone, simply turned around, piled the knocked‑out ambusher together, bound them, and pulled out her phone to call the police.

The biggest difference between his homeland and this world is also that Penguin Logistics' legal consciousness has been strengthened considerably (x).

After she finished reporting the crime, she put her earpiece back on, only to hear the Angel's especially energetic greeting: "Texas! Can you hear me? We've already delivered our stuff over here; come over nearby to meet up! It's just one street away!"

Eh...

Upon hearing that, Texas instinctively turned his head to look at Aomo, who was still on the call, then glanced at the alien-prepared interdimensional device, feeling a bit hesitant.

Closing it would return them to the original street, but...

"Lincoln, the angels will be here soon." She still decided to interrupt Aomo's call.

"Okay, got it."

He didn't bother to mention that he was honestly wearing an earpiece under his mask either; Aomo first pulled off the headset, rubbed his hair, then immediately ended the already‑finished call.

"Since they're coming, are you planning to talk later or keep it short now?"

Walking up to Texas, Aomo pointed at the aliens she had tied up: "Barbar aliens, Barosa aliens, Dada aliens—probably hired hands; Daxisi aliens—probably here to loot cargo; their juveniles are Death Monia."

"You've taken on many commissions involving the transport of materials from other universes today; I doubt it's out of interest."

"Let's wait until they arrive to talk," Texas said calmly, "It's related to the development of a certain city in my hometown world, New Wolsey—that is, and there's also a branch of Penguin Logistics there."

"Hearing this spoiler, the boss probably gave tacit approval?"

"Hmm."

"Then it seems we acted on our own."

"No problem, the boss also initially suggested I find you guys."

"You guys?" Aomo latched onto that word.

And Texas, as always, knew what he meant: "He specifically mentioned that you could be of help."

"Oh, shit, that fat penguin!"

"I never expected someone would want a Texas character card; I thought there were already too many people in the card set, and many recurring characters didn't make the cut…… but since there's such a strong request, I'll make an exception and add one—let's see if the review passes."

"By the way… the author didn't save the images, so approved character cards will have to rely on you all uploading pictures."

(End of chapter)