Why it never ends

Chapter 932 NDM-1

Hesta, Rico and Ximoya stood in a row, staring at the man who rushed up to shake hands with them, their expressions slightly ambiguous.

Eucalyptus forced himself to hold back the words "I'm not Hesta" that were about to slip out - they had exchanged identities before in Saint Rom, but now they were in Emmanlia, and someone came to say hello. Was there any need to continue pretending?

Yukari looked at Hesta with a questioning look.

Hesta returned the same serious look: "Is there anything you need, Ms. Hesta?"

Eucalyptus sighed softly: "Nothing... I just suddenly remembered that my wheelchair is still in Saint Lom."

"Don't worry at all!" the man said gently, "Considering that your body may not have fully recovered, we have also prepared a wheelchair for you!"

  Ximoya turned to look at Rico and Hesta who were watching the fun on the side, her eyes clearly asking: What are you doing?

Rico and Hesta looked at her at the same time and frowned: Don't worry about it.

In silence, another man pushed a wheelchair over.

"The news of your arrival in Emanlia was so sudden. We originally wanted to prepare a welcoming ceremony for you at the airport, which would be more solemn. It's not like here, where the space is small and there's not much room for you. Who would have thought that you would come here so suddenly today?"

Eucalyptus nodded: "What's your name...?"

"Trivier Trion," the man replied, smiling. "You—"

"Then those people who came to the airport to welcome us today will be disappointed, right?" Li Ge said, "If it's a big event, we can take a detour and take a look, so that these people won't have to wait in vain."

"No," Trion waved his hand nonchalantly, looking a little unhappy that Rico had interrupted him, "That was originally scheduled for two weeks later."

Rico looked at Hesta meaningfully, and Hesta obviously realized what this answer meant at the same time: if Rico had not made a personal trip to Emanlia yesterday, these people would have planned to block her trip until two weeks later.

"We can't stay here too long," Ximoya said coldly, "Ms. Kendai is still waiting for her."

"But they just came from Saint-Lom, and they probably haven't eaten yet—"

"How many times do I need to say this? Ms. Kendai is waiting for her," Ximoya raised her voice, her face already showing annoyance, "You shouldn't be here today. If you don't get out of the way, I will use some coercive measures."

Trion took an exaggerated breath and laughed at his followers: "I was wrong!" He took another step forward and held Eucalyptus's right hand with both hands. "But no matter what, Ms. Hesta, when you finish your business, please come to my humble home. I will come to confirm a suitable time with you later. How about it?"

Eucalyptus instinctively wanted to pull her hand back, but somehow felt that doing so would seem petty, so she had to force herself to look at him while enduring the embarrassment.

"I understand." Eucalyptus answered in a low voice.

……

Several people took the elevator to the parking lot. Ximoya opened the trunk and helped Qiqi and Eleven put their luggage together.

"Let's go to your residence first," Ximoya whispered, "then everyone is free to move around, whether to rest or eat, but Hesta must come with me."

"where to?"

"The Cosi workstation, Kende and your office are over there, next to the Governor's Mansion." Ximoya replied, "Kende just sent a message saying that she has a very important meeting at 2:30 pm. We'd better get there before 2 o'clock-"

"Does she have something important to tell me today?"

"I don't know," Ximoya closed the trunk forcefully, "I only know that it is my duty to get you there today. I must complete my mission, please cooperate."

Hesta made an OK gesture - ever since the encounter with Trion on the rooftop helipad, Simonya had become a bundle of explosives that was emitting sparks, as if it could be ignited at any time. Hesta didn't intend to investigate further, so he simply said nothing to avoid causing new unpleasantness. However, when the car was about to leave the underground garage, Hesta still shouted "Stop".

"what happened?"

Hesta pushed the door open and got out of the car, then walked to the wall, where there were six identical wanted posters. There were no clear photos on the wanted posters, only two blurry silhouettes of the wanted men. One was taken from behind, showing that the man was very tall, and the other was taken from the front, with a crow mask with a long beak blocking the upper half of his face, so that only one side of his jaw could be seen.

Where the wanted person's name should be, "NDM-1" was written in large letters.

"NDM-1," Hesta peeled off a wanted poster that was about to fall, "Is this the name of this person?"

"It should be a code name." Li Ge replied, "It seems that he is a small leader of the 'Faithful Youth Front'. The government army and military police here have been trying to catch him in the past few years, but they have never succeeded."

Hesta read through the wanted poster and found that this was one of the main planners and executors of yesterday's Saint-Lome robbery.

"How can we catch someone with this kind of photo?" Hesta returned to the car. "And this doesn't look like it was taken yesterday--"

"Fasten your seat belts!" Ximoya shouted.

"Calm down, friend." Hesta turned his head. "We have hardly wasted any time."

"It's not a matter of wasting time. I told you Kende has an appointment at 2:30 p.m."

"That's Kende's problem," Hesta said coldly. "She can't set a deadline for me based on her own schedule. She should at least tell me a day in advance about a meeting like this. I have my own schedule, and it's impossible for me to go around her."

Ximoya didn't say anything, but she slapped her hand on the steering wheel.

Eucalyptus looked at this scene and suddenly sighed. Rico and Hesta looked at her at the same time.

"what happened?"

"I was thinking about Trion just now," Eucalyptus supported his face, "If you were there, how would you react?"

"Just like you reacted?" Hesta said. "You handled it pretty well."

"What about when he came over and pulled your sleeve?"

Hesta fell into deep thought: "I usually..."

"We don't usually run into this kind of problem," Rico said. "It's rare that someone would put their hands on us."

"Will you accept his invitation?"

Hesta turned to look at Ximoya: "What do you think?"

Ximoya frowned: "What?"

"Aren't you my moral judge?" Hesta said. "Is it in accordance with the rules of District 12 to attend this man Trion's family dinner?"

"...You can go," Ximoya replied, "but you must refuse all the gifts he gives you."