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Chapter 557 NO.139 Good Hook ⑧ Bad Luck

"..."

Homa turned his head at a loss for words, and saw three eyes all looking at him, which made him turn his head back again.

After taking the postcard and automatic pen from the other party, he signed the entire name with claw marks: "Thank you for supporting that child."

"Okay! I will continue to cheer for everyone in the future!!"

The police officer who received the signature spoke excitedly and was about to run away immediately.

Then he was called by Omer.

"Wait, the tablet is here for me."

"Uh, ok, thanks."

After taking the tablet again, he walked away quickly with some embarrassment, and then ran, meeting his colleagues in the distant police car.

With Omer's current hearing ability, he could only hear a few short routine inquiries and answers from a distance, and he didn't say much when he mentioned the name 'Omer Linton', but other police officers were shocked because of the mention of this name. There was obvious surprise.

"Can I drive away now?"

He asked Texas, and the latter immediately let go of the clutch. Amidst the exclamation of the red-haired angel in the back seat, the truck quickly merged into the traffic flow, cutting off the other police officers from getting out of the car to visit.

At this moment, someone in the carriage finally stopped: "Pfft...hahahahaha, 'Thank you for supporting that child'."

Laplande imitated Homa's tone, showing a blunt tone with deliberately clumsy: "It's too slippery to say that with your little one—"

Before she finished speaking, a multi-faceted diamond-shaped mask wrapped her in it, and the second half of her voice was instantly silenced.

Perhaps she was aware of this, but it was more likely that she was annoyed by the feeling of being 'closed' by the mask. Laplande immediately wanted to get up and break away as if stressed.

But found that thing is not so easy to break free.

At least when she is empty-handed and unarmed, and unable to release her proud origin stone skills, it is difficult to shake the barrier with just fists.

Mental shock is even more useless.

Zetton Barrier / Zetton barrier
Barriers that can block eight-point light wheels and even a lot of light, most of Jayden's casts are cylindrical, and the light wave barrier cannot cover the top of the head.

But there is also a multi-faceted diamond-shaped posture with no dead ends as it is now.

In a certain generation of Ultraman, the defense team with hairy monster power is also this version of copy.

It can protect the target without dead ends, and can resist light and a certain degree of physical attack.

This "certain degree" is compared to the output of the light. The brute force that can really break it must be at the level of Ultraman. Naturally, it is difficult for the Lupers to do so. Neng Angel, who was listening to the sound of frames, didn't think so either.

After knocking, he looked at Omer with a guilty conscience, remembering the 'threat' the other party had just made.

As if it could be serious.

And when she heard Omer was still asking Texas: "Is there any problem?", her expression was even more subtle.

Whether there is a problem or not, haven't you already done it?

"No problem," Texas, who glanced at the rearview mirror, was Laplande's best friend, and replied with an unwavering 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, touching his forehead with his fingers.

As long as it involves power rather than pure physical labor, it is not very good for the spirit.

"Compared to this..." Dexus glanced at Omer who was still rubbing his brows, "I felt before that you didn't seem to be in a good state."

"Your feeling is right, your mood is not stable, and your self-control has become much worse."

Belonging is beginning to integrate into the age group, but for the time being, there is still self-consciousness.

So after Omer finished speaking, he raised his hand and pulled forward again, and the shield surrounding Laplande and the Wolf Lord disappeared immediately.

The shadow giant wolf, who was still struggling to push the barrier, almost fell on the back of the chair.

"Don't focus on me, although Texas said why he was overworked, but this commission is dangerous-"

Instead of appeasement, it is better to cut it off. Omer is going to use this to divert the anger of Lapland and the almost majestic Wolf Lord, but he hears Texas suddenly say:
"Not overworked."

"The work and rest are disordered enough to make the menstrual period come earlier, so it's not considered overwork?" Omer turned his head to look, and raised his hand when Laplande and the wolf master Zaro were about to pounce.

Mephilas - shield defense

This card is still easy to use, and the flaky shield is still labor-saving. Omer resisted the "offensive" of the back seat with a one-man-high translucent shield stretched out with one hand, and heard Texas say:
"Not counting."

"...that's fine." Thinking about the work and rest of Penguin Logistics, maybe only the flight attendant who is an artist will strive for stability, so Omer doesn't bother with this, "In short, it's time to talk about the topic now, about your tasks. High risk—”

"Is it high risk?"

"...The few people just now are indeed not dangerous enough, but it's hard to say if there are monsters."

"They dare not put monsters on the surface, so it's not dangerous."

Omer was choked silent by these two rounds of rebuttals.

"...What you said is very reasonable, but if someone is crazy and determined to do so, how should you deal with it?"

"You must know that Death Monia is the young body of the Daisis galaxy that was transformed to activate the mechanical giant, so the very traditional-looking alien is tantamount to saving the same race."

"Save the same race?"

"You don't want to hear the other party suddenly shout friendship, bond, don't underestimate our beliefs, etc. during the battle, and then see monsters standing on the ground, right?"

"Is this way of speaking also the effect of your becoming smaller?"

"Don't interrupt," Omer said, suddenly propped up the shield on the side, and pushed Laplande and the wolf master back, "Can you two also settle down? Talk about business, and your own safety. Now everyone It's a team."

"You still say this after you have done this?" Laplande grinned, revealing a mouthful of unfriendly fangs.

"To what extent?" The boy frowned slightly, raised his little hand, and flicked his fingers. Impreza's card was bright on the fingertips, and it was too wide to pinch completely.

"This is my attitude towards enemies, Laplande, are you my enemy?"

And Laplande has always been a bit stubborn, and even eager to try: "I want to try it, is there a chance?"

"Interesting, let's cut it and see it—did you think I would say that? Texas, you don't care about her?"

Children know how to sue with one hand, sue the other's parents if they don't have parents, and sue the teacher if the parents can't.

There is no need to do it, and 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 lessons learned after a lot of part-time jobs and overtime work.

But although the 'parent' on the opposite side said: "Laplande, don't forget that Omer saved you back then." After that, he said to him again:

"I'm not overworked, and these jobs are not considered high-risk."

What are you talking about?
At this time, Omer has to admit that neither the 19-year-old self nor the 13-year-old self understands the hearts of girls, let alone what older women are thinking.

But no matter what age he is, when facing business, work, and danger, he always speaks uprightly: "Then why did the mayor seek you? If it's not dangerous, he has a need to bother you, and why?" Embarrassed and hesitant?"

"Neo 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 also want to establish a side here and learn from it. "

"It's a very economical choice to go directly to monster materials instead of looking at expensive technology, but the industry in this area is indeed controlled by those aliens who have monster resources. Even if an agreement is reached, they will There was an attack team like before."

"It may be the employment of commercial competition, it may be someone who has nothing to do with the goods, or it may be a robber who specializes in robbing goods. It may be anything, and it may even be the gangster inside."

"So he needs your help. I guess he is not very popular in Rhodes Island, and most of his social circle does not involve logistics, let alone high-level combat power, so he hesitated, even when he was looking for you. I even feel a little guilty, and feel that I have brought you an overly dangerous commission."

"Even the emperor knows that he wants you to ask us for help, especially me. This is convincing proof in itself."

After such a conversation, even Laplande looked at him quietly, and the expression of Angel who had been watching the show was even more surprised.

Watching the 'kid' talking in the front seat with an astonishing sense of maturity, even the content that Texas did not mention, was said by him as if stating the facts, and pressed step by step with a firm tone.

This generous statement is not like anyone else in Penguin Logistics. Instead, Texas once again remembered the evaluation she whispered to Mostima when she first met Omer:
'He's kind of like Lavinia. '

Lavinia Falcone, the old acquaintance of the mayor who was called Leon Tuso by Laplande and the night servant by the angel, can almost be said to be a sibling or even a guardian, and at the same time City Judge of the city of Novo Volsini.

She is also an acquaintance of Texas, who has witnessed her solemn and generous side in court.

Not so long ago he was a public figure dealing with fans, now he is as articulate and forceful as Lavinia.

She couldn't help falling into silence, and then said:
"Your guess should be right."

She also thought about this part, but there was no need to mention it.

Unexpectedly, after all, he was picked out by Omer like this.

"I think so too, but what I want to point out is the danger, by the way, is it going to the collection point?" He glanced out the window.

"Well, there are still 200 meters." Texas looked at the screen navigation in front of the car.

"Very well, the Death Monia is not the most dangerous. Although this group is notorious and lives by aggression, as long as it keeps low temperature and freezing, it will not wake up and become an adult in the Daisis galaxy. The most dangerous It’s still the blood-sucking ball.”

As Omer said, he looked back at Lapland who took out the thing and played with it.

The latter's stare back reminded him of the creation of the silly dog ​​expression pack in the memory of the other world, but it is better to hide this title.

"That thing itself is a monster larva. As long as it is activated by blood, it will become a vampire monster Chimaira. Not only can it turn people into monsters, it can also suck blood to strengthen its combat power. This is written in the item description of the transportation entrustment. Is it?"

"No," Dexas said, gradually slowing down the car, "It only says low-temperature frozen transportation, but it is indeed the specification for the transportation of high-risk living things, and it is processed in compressed and frozen warehouses."

"It proves the need for me to come without saying anything," Omer said, looking at the building outside the window, and then turned around, "By the way, who will deliver this order?"

"Uh, no, has it become a person in charge?"

Laplande didn't say a word, and became an angel's complaint: "Didn't you two be together before? Why are you sent by one person now?"

"It's not given by one person, but by one person, with a drone to follow."

As Omer said, he took out a folding drone from the groove of the platform, and bit by bit he broke out into an extended posture: "I have been attacked before, so you might as well accept that there may be news of leaks in the next few orders. "

"So one person walked in front as a bait, the drone was used for monitoring, and the other two were ready to shoot at any time."

"Bait?"

Laplande spoke suddenly, and Omer nodded.

"Yes, bait."

"Doesn't that mean the weakest-looking guy goes first?"

Omer has already understood what she wants to say: "Too weak makes people suspicious."

"Really? Why do I feel that those aliens don't care too much about this, what do you think, Remulle?"

"Huh? I said? I can't say."

The buoyant energy angel knows how to avoid responsibility, which is the source of her joy.

And Texas, who had already parked the car, looked back: "Or I'll go straight."

"You might as well throw the dice." Omer said, opened the public mode of the terminal, and then called up a retro virtual metal dice.

"How about luck?"

-

Ten minutes later, a young lady walked up to the building holding a cardboard box.

The expression is not very happy.

(End of this chapter)