"..."
Omer was speechless for a moment and turned around, and saw three eyes looking towards him, which made him turn around again.
He took the postcard and automatic pen handed over by the other party, and signed out the name in two strokes, which was as hideous as claw marks: "Thank you for supporting that child."
"Okay! I will continue to cheer for you from now on!!"
The police officer who took the signature said excitedly and was about to run away immediately.
Then he was stopped by Omer.
"Wait, the tablet is here."
"Uh, okay, thank you."
After taking the tablet again, he walked away quickly with some embarrassment, then ran and met his colleagues in the police car in the distance.
With Homa's hearing at the moment, he could only hear a few short routine questions and answers from a distance, and he didn't say much when the name 'Homa Linton' was mentioned. However, other police officers were shocked because of the mention of this name. There was obvious surprise.
"Can you drive away now?"
He asked Texas, who immediately released the clutch. Amidst the exclamations of the red-haired angel in the back seat, the truck quickly merged into the traffic flow, stopping other police officers from getting out of the car to visit.
At this time, someone in the carriage finally stopped and said: "Pfft... Hahahahaha, 'Thank you for supporting that child'."
Lapland imitated Homa's accent, using his deliberate clumsiness to express his unceremonious tone: "It's too slippery to say this for a little kid like you -"
Before she could finish her words, a multi-faceted rhombus-shaped light shield enveloped her, and the second half of her voice was instantly silenced.
Perhaps she was aware of this, but it was more likely that she was just disgusted by the feeling of being shut in by the light shield. Lapland immediately wanted to get up and break away in a panic.
But he found that thing was not so easy to break free from.
At least when she was unarmed and unable to unleash her proud Source Stone skills, it would be difficult to shake the barrier with just her fists.
Mental shock is even more useless.
Zetton Barrier/Zetton Barrier
A barrier that can block an eight-point light wheel or even a lot of light. Most of Jayton's displays are cylindrical, and the light wave barrier cannot cover the top of the head.
But there are also multi-faceted diamond-shaped postures with no dead ends like the current one.
In a certain generation of Ultraman, the defense team with the power of furry monsters is also a copy of this version.
It can protect the target without blind spots, resist light and a certain degree of physical attacks.
This 'certain degree' is compared to the power of the light. The brute force that can really break it must be at the level of Ultraman. Naturally, it is difficult for the Luper to achieve it. He tapped the barrier with his knuckles. The capable angel who listened to the sound of the frame had no such idea.
After he finished knocking, he looked at Omer and felt guilty, remembering the 'threat' the other party had just made.
It seems possible that he is serious.
And when she heard Omer still asking Texas: "Is it okay?", her expression was even more subtle.
Regardless of whether there is a problem or not, haven’t you already taken action?
"No problem," Texas, who glanced at the rearview mirror and was Lapland's best friend, replied without any fluctuations in his expression, "Thank you, it's much quieter, can she break it?"
"If the one in her shadow works harder, maybe it can, but I can't maintain that thing for long."
Omer said, putting his fingers on his forehead.
As long as it involves ability rather than purely physical work, it's not very good for the spirit.
"Compared to this..." Texas glanced at Omer, who was still rubbing his eyebrows, "I felt before that your condition didn't seem to be very good."
"Your feeling is correct. Your mood is not stable and your self-control has become much worse."
I am beginning to integrate into the age group, but I am still conscious for the time being.
So after Omer finished speaking, he raised his hand and pulled forward, and the shield surrounding Lapland and the Wolf Lord disappeared immediately.
The giant shadow wolf, who was still struggling to push the barrier, almost fell onto the back of the chair.
"Don't focus on me. Although Texas has said why he is overworked, this commission is dangerous——"
Rather than comforting, it would be better to intercept. Omo was preparing to use this to divert the anger of Lapland and the Wolf Lord, who was almost losing his majesty. However, he heard Texas suddenly say:
"Not overworked."
"Having such a disordered schedule that your menstrual period comes early is not considered overworked?" Omer turned his head to look, and raised his hand when Lapland and the Wolf Lord Zaro were about to pounce.
Mephilas - shield defense
This card is easy to use, and the flaky shield saves effort. Omer used a translucent shield as high as a person to hold it open with one hand to withstand the 'offensive' from the back seat, and then heard Texas say:
"It doesn't count."
"...Okay," after thinking about the work and rest of the Penguin Logistics staff, maybe only stewardesses as entertainers would strive for stability, so Omo didn't dwell on it, "Anyway, it's time to talk about the main topic now, about your tasks. High risk——"
"High risk?"
"...The ones just now are indeed not dangerous enough, but if there are monsters, it's hard to say."
"They don't dare to put monsters on the surface, so it's not dangerous."
Omo was choked by these two rounds of rebuttal and fell silent for a moment.
"...What you said makes sense, but if someone goes crazy and decides to do this, how should you deal with it?"
"You must know that Deathmonia is the larvae of the Daisis galaxy people who transformed to activate the mechanical behemoth, so that very traditional-looking alien is tantamount to saving his own race."
"Save your own kind?"
"You don't want to suddenly hear the other party shouting about friendship, bonding, don't underestimate our faith during the battle, and then see monsters standing on the earth, right?"
"Is this way of speaking also an effect of your becoming smaller?"
"Don't interrupt," Omer said, suddenly pushing the shield aside and pushing Lapland and the Wolf Lord back, "Can you two calm down? Let's talk about business, your own safety, everyone is safe now. It’s a team.”
"You've already done this and you still say this?" Lapland grinned, revealing a very unfriendly set of sharp teeth.
"To what extent?" The boy frowned slightly, raised his little hand, and with a flick of his finger, Impereza's card was brighter than his fingertips, and it was too wide to hold it fully.
"This is my attitude towards my enemies, Lapland, are you my enemy?"
And Lapland has always been a bit stubborn, and even a little eager to try: "I want to give it a try, is there any chance?"
"Interesting, let's chop it up and see - do you think I would say that? Texas, you leave her alone?"
Children all know how to complain. If they don't have a parent, they will sue the other parent. If the parents can't do it, they will sue the teacher. Omer really doesn't want to keep messing around like this anymore, especially Lapland who doesn't seem to give in easily.
It’s really unnecessary to do it, there are still a lot of goods to be delivered, it is more practical to finish the work early and find a chance to rest. This is the experience and lesson learned from a lot of part-time jobs and overtime work.
But although the 'parent' on the opposite side said: "Lapland, don't forget that Omer saved you." After that, he said to him again:
"I'm not overworked, and these jobs aren't considered high-risk."
What are you being stubborn about?
At this time, Omo has to admit that neither his 19-year-old self nor his 13-year-old self understands the hearts of girls, let alone what older women are thinking.
But no matter what age he is, when faced with business, work, or danger, he always speaks uprightly: "Then why did the mayor come to you? If it is not dangerous, he has the need to trouble you, and why? Awkward and hesitant?"
"In your words, New Volsini is the only city in Syracuse that is not controlled by a "family", so it needs to fight against conventional forces and regulations. They have to establish a side station here and learn from it. "
"It is certainly a very economical choice not to look at expensive technology but to go straight to monster materials, but the industries in this area are indeed controlled by aliens who have monster resources. Even if an agreement is reached, it will There are attack teams like before showing up.”
"It could be a hire from a business competition, it could be someone unrelated to the goods, it could be a robber who specializes in robbing goods, it could be anything, it could even be a gangster inside."
"So he needs your help. I guess he is not very popular in Rhode Island, and most of his social circle does not involve logistics, let alone high-level combat capabilities, so he hesitated, even when he was looking for you. I even feel a little guilty and feel that I have brought you a too dangerous commission."
"Even the Emperor knows that he hopes you will find us for help, especially me. This in itself is convincing proof."
After saying this, even Lapland looked at him quietly, and the capable angel, who had been watching the show, looked even more surprised.
Watching the 'kid' talk in the front seat with an astonishing sense of maturity, even the content that Texas had not mentioned was stated as if it were a fact, with a firm tone of voice.
This impassioned speech was unlike anyone else in Penguin Logistics. Instead, Texas once again recalled the comment she whispered to Mostema when she first met Omer:
'There's something Lavinia about him. '
Lavinia Falcone, the mayor known as Leontuso by Lapland and Night Night by the angels, could almost be said to be a sister-sister or even guardian. City-state judge of the city of New Volsini.
She was also an acquaintance of Texas, who had witnessed her solemn and impassioned speeches in court.
Not long ago he was a public figure facing fans, but now he speaks clearly and has a compelling momentum like Lavinia.
She couldn't help but fall into silence, and then said:
"Your guess must be correct."
She had thought about this part, but there was no need to mention it.
Unexpectedly, Omer would be singled out like this after all.
"I think so too, but what I want to point out is the danger. By the way, are we going to the collection point?" He glanced out the window.
"Well, there are still two hundred meters." Texas looked at the navigation screen in front of the train.
"It's good. Death Monia is not the most dangerous. Although this group is notorious and lives by aggression, as long as it is kept at low temperature and frozen, he will not wake up and become an adult from the Daisis galaxy. The most dangerous It’s still the blood-sucking ball.”
Omer said, looking back at Lapland who had taken out the thing and played with it.
The latter's glare reminded him of the silly dog emoticon creation in the memory of another world, but he thought it was better to hide this name.
"The thing itself is a monster larvae. As long as it is activated by blood, it will become a blood-sucking monster Chimayra. Not only can it turn people into monsters, but it can also suck blood to strengthen its combat power. This is written in the description of the item in the transportation commission. What?"
"No," Texas said, gradually driving down and slowing down, "It only says low-temperature freezing transportation, but it is indeed a specification for transporting high-risk living animals, and it is processed in a compressed refrigerated warehouse."
"Not saying anything proves the need for me to come," Omo said, looking at the building outside the window, and then turned back, "By the way, who will send this order?"
"Uh, no, has one person taken charge?"
Lapland didn't say anything, but became the capable angel's complaint: "Didn't you two go together before? How come it's just one person now?"
"It's not a one-person gift, it's a one-person gift, with a drone to follow."
Omo said, taking out a folding drone from the groove of the platform, and unfolding it bit by bit into its extended posture: "We have been attacked before, so we might as well accept that there is a possibility that information will be leaked in the next few orders. "
"So one person walks in front as a bait, the drone monitors, and the other two are ready to take action at any time."
"Bait?"
Lapland suddenly spoke up, and Omo nodded.
"Yeah, bait."
"Doesn't the guy who looks the weakest have to go in front?"
Omo had already understood what she wanted to say: "Too weak will make you suspicious."
"Really? Why do I feel like those aliens don't care too much about this, what do you think Lemuel?"
"Ah? I said? I can't say."
The cheerful and lively Angel knows how to avoid responsibilities, which is the source of her happiness.
Texas, who had already parked his car, looked back and said, "How about I go directly?"
"You might as well throw the dice." Omer said, opening the public mode of the terminal, and then calling up a retro virtual metal dice.
"How about luck?"
——
Ten minutes later, a young lady walked up to the building holding a cardboard box.
His expression was not very happy.
(End of chapter)
