Doctor will never die in a hellish situation.

What did the doctor just say?

You love me to death? I'm the most reliable person?

Chapter 21, Section 129: As a food delivery worker, it's reasonable for him to carry a knife, right?

Fourth Avenue was damaged in a violent brawl last night, and the government organized a morning of repairs to finally restore the street to normal operation.

However, the surrounding businesses were still affected. Until the sun was about to set, there were only a few customers. Many shop owners stood on the street, eagerly inviting customers to come in and make purchases.

In front of a dessert shop called "Ani Cake Shop," the middle-aged owner of the Safra tribe was also nervously looking around, his vertical pupils fixed on the corner of the street, and his rough, scaly tail was taut for some reason.

"Colt is getting more and more of a pain lately. I was hoping to make some extra money these next few days, but who knew this would happen?" The shopkeeper across the street greeted him and started complaining.

"Who says otherwise? But thankfully my shop offers delivery, which helps to salvage the situation a little." The middle-aged owner nodded and echoed, though he clearly had no interest in elaborating further.

"And those sanitation workers, because of the immense pressure, they've all been transferred to the dormitory area. Our garbage hasn't been cleaned up for almost a week. Oh well, there aren't many customers anyway, I'm going to listen to some music." The person across the street noticed his low spirits, said a few words casually, and then closed the shop door and left.

Not long after, a small electric scooter with the dessert shop's logo appeared on the street corner. A delivery guy hurriedly parked the scooter in front of the shop and said anxiously, "Brother, something bad has happened. The operation failed. Someone saw that penguin this afternoon."

"Quiet down, let's talk inside!" The middle-aged owner's expression changed. He dragged the delivery guy into the store before growling, "What exactly happened? We went to so much trouble to get him into the back office, what is he good for? He can't even kill a penguin?"

"I don't know either. Could the rumors be true? That penguin is immortal?!" The delivery guy looked panicked. He remembered the rumors he had heard before, and his expression became even more grim.

They were not the first group to attempt to assassinate the Emperor. It is said that when the penguin was in Lungmen, it had encountered no fewer than twenty assassination attempts in public. Some people even saw the Emperor's head pierced by a crossbow bolt, yet he was still strolling around the streets the next day.

"Shut up! How could anyone be unkillable? That piece of trash must be too weak. Damn it, I shouldn't have had any expectations of a bunch of dead survivors!" The middle-aged boss slapped the young man to calm him down.

"Should we leave? Penguin Logistics never shows mercy to its enemies," the deliveryman asked tentatively.

“No, this cake shop is the best disguise. If we leave suddenly, it will arouse suspicion.” The middle-aged owner shook his head, recalling the series of arrangements before finally letting out a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no flaws.

This lizardman is named Colt. He took over the shop a few years ago and became very popular with the surrounding residents because of his decent cooking skills. He was also one of the first merchants in Siesta to start a takeout business.

No one would have guessed that this seemingly taciturn but extremely business-minded shop owner was just a guest star; the cake shop was merely a disguise, and the employees inside, including himself, were all assassins.

The so-called food delivery work often involves arriving near the target's residence, inserting a knife into the target's throat, and then returning under the guise of a deliveryman to evade security checks.

After all, it's perfectly reasonable for delivery drivers to carry a knife and cut the cake for customers.

Colt and Penguin Logistics originally had no connection, but starting last year, the Emperor suddenly extended his reach to Siesta City. This logistics company, which claims to do everything, naturally affected Colt's main business.

At his lowest point, the profits from selling desserts even exceeded the income from murder. Colt even considered giving up his life of crime and settling down to selling desserts.

Pooh!

These days, even high-risk, high-reward businesses can't survive, and having to rely on side jobs to make a living is a disgrace. Since that penguin dares to extend its claws, let's solve the problem using underworld methods!

However, Penguin Logistics is well-known and its methods of entering Siesta are quite ruthless. Even with the dessert shop as a cover, Colt still felt it was not safe and found a group of Lungmen gangsters who had a grudge against the Emperor, and settled them in a commercial street with a large flow of people.

Colt never actually showed his face when he was in contact with this group of unlucky people, especially after they entered Siesta City. Each time, Colt would come to their temporary residence under the guise of delivering takeout and issue orders through notes.

Even if someone is captured alive, they won't get any useful information out of them. Even if they know there's a mastermind behind it all, the ones affected are the overt gangs. Who would suspect a dessert shop owner?

So when he learned that all of them had been killed last night, he was not flustered at all. Instead, he took advantage of the fact that Penguin Logistics was relaxed and sent out the last unlucky survivor.

Unfortunately, this group of FIVE members was too unhelpful.

Ring ring~

The welcoming bell rang, and he immediately dropped his smugness and put on a smile.

"Gentlemen, what would you like to eat? Our desserts are famous throughout the street; it would be a shame not to try them," Colt said with a smile as he saw the man and woman enter the shop.

Since we can't kill that penguin, why don't we just open a dessert shop?

"Darling, what would you like to eat?" The silver-haired girl held the long, rectangular box in her hands, gazing adoringly at the faceless man, looking as if she were deeply in love. However, when her gaze inadvertently swept over Colt, he felt a sense of tension that made his scales stand on end.

No, these two aren't Penguin Logistics employees; they're probably mercenaries visiting from somewhere. Colt reassured himself, thinking, "They're not that easy to spot."

"Hmm... that picture of the apple pie looks pretty good, let's start with an apple pie." Most of the man's face was covered by his hood, so Colt couldn't see his expression, but he sensed a hint of mockery in his words.

"Okay, one apple pie. Is there anything else you need?" Colt instructed the kitchen staff, then asked.

"And another tiramisu, honey cheesecake, yogurt cheesecake..." the man rattled off, reciting the menu with practiced ease.

"Sir, this is too much for two people to finish, isn't it?" Colt's lizard face twisted slightly, resembling a human frowning.

"Just trying it out, you can throw it away if you can't finish it," the man said nonchalantly. "People often throw desserts out in front of our rented apartment, and the packaging looks a lot like your shop's logo."

Upon hearing this, Colt's vertical pupils widened sharply.

He suddenly remembered that every time he came to that rented room, he would casually throw the cake into the trash can. The type of cake Qin Duanyu mentioned was exactly the one he had thrown away.

This wouldn't normally be a problem, since sanitation workers handle the garbage every day. However, due to the Obsidian Festival, most of the workers have been reassigned, leaving the commercial street unattended.

Realizing that the other party had followed him by tracking his trail, Colt glanced at his subordinate disguised as a waiter at the door. The latter nodded to indicate that no one else was following them, so he decided to deal with these two troublemakers.

The shop door was slammed shut, and the roller shutter was lowered. A group of cooks and waiters, armed with weapons, surrounded the shop with ill intent.

To everyone's surprise, the girl calmly took out two strange long knives from the box. Several assassins who stepped forward did not last a single move before falling to the ground.

"Is that all you've got? I'm not enjoying killing you at all," she said, wiping the blood off her blade with a bored expression.

"Little Lupo girl, don't be so arrogant. I used to be known as the King of the Southeast!" Colt roared, pulling out a machete and charging forward.

Chapter 22, Section 130: Try moving again?

"How did that penguin manage to recruit so many capable henchmen?" Colt gasped for breath as he looked at the gentle-smiling white-haired Lupo girl in front of him, blood trickling from his wounds.

Last night, after discovering that the group of people he had hired had been easily wiped out, Colt realized that the girls from Penguin Logistics were quite capable, and it was no wonder that the Emperor had brought them along as guards. He basically gave up the idea of ​​a direct confrontation.

But this Luper girl, who had never appeared when he was secretly observing Penguin Logistics, Colt subconsciously assumed that the man and woman were ordinary employees. Little did he know that he had run into a tough nut to crack.

Within minutes of the exchange, only three or four of his apprentices remained who had truly mastered the art; the rest perished under his blade.

"The apple pie was baked a bit too long; the crust wasn't crispy at all. It was a failure."

"The tiramisu is passable in terms of texture, but you added too much cocoa powder. It was supposed to have a slightly bitter taste, but now even a cappuccino with three parts sugar can't save it. It's a failure."

"As an assassin, you should hide in the shadows and wait for your prey to relax before delivering a fatal blow. But you chose to launch a direct attack when your identity was exposed and the strength of the enemy and yourself was unknown. It was a failure within a failure."

On the other side, Qin Duanyu actually found a table and sat down, eating dessert and criticizing them. What was most unpleasant was that everything he said made sense. Although he was very unhappy, he couldn't find a reason to refute them.

"Shut up! You can insult my assassin skills, but you can't insult my desserts, which everyone loves!" Colt roared, wishing he could skin the fly alive.

"Then come and hit me." The latter pushed away the dessert, and as if feeling that the stimulation was not enough, added, "No wonder you just threw these things away. I wouldn't be able to eat them either."

You shouldn't hit someone in the face, and you shouldn't insult someone by revealing their shortcomings. Qin Duanyu's two most successful projects were relentlessly attacked. If it weren't for Lappland standing in the way, he would have already sliced ​​Qin Duanyu's head off like a watermelon.

Colt gave the remaining assassins a wink; their years of cooperation made them understand immediately. They fearlessly entangled Lappland, while Colt rushed toward Qin Duanyu.

But at this point, dragging things out is useless. These few assassins alone cannot stop Lappland. Even if Colt really rushes in front of Qin Duanyu, he will expose his back to her. Wolf Soul is already prepared.

"Hey Rupert over there, you'd better stop if you don't want this pretty boy to die." But as he got closer, Colt suddenly pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at Qin Duanyu, who was watching the show.

This distance is exactly within the effective killing range of a small gun, and he is absolutely certain that with Qin Duanyu's weak skills, he will not be able to dodge a fatal shot.

"You...aren't you the King of Chopping? Why are you using a gun? Aren't you afraid of losing face?" Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, Qin Duanyu shrank back and gave Colt a French military salute.

"Hmph, there are five of the Four Heavenly Kings, who told you that the Slash King has to use a sword?" Colt said smugly when he saw Lappland stop what he was doing.

Even his apprentices didn't know that Colt's greatest skill wasn't his swordsmanship, but his long-range sniping with firearms.

The Safra tribe's unique advantages allow him to easily enter a state of stealth, lying motionless on the ground for days on end. However, when he first started out, he was forced to earn the title of "King of Slashers" because most of the missions he took involved buying and selling supplies.

"What a coincidence, I have a trump card too." Qin Duanyu silently activated the suppression mode, ready to activate it at any time. Anyway, the one-month cooldown period was over. The only pity was that it was used to tear apart this kind of guy, which was a bit like using a nuclear bomb to kill a mosquito.

"what!"

A scream rang out; it turned out that an assassin who had let his guard down had been caught off guard and was slashed to the ground by Lappland.

"I told you not to move, can't you understand human language?" Colt released the safety and made a move to pull the trigger.

"Even if you have a gun, you still have to be reasonable. I didn't even touch it," Qin Duanyu said helplessly, maintaining her French military salute.

"Shut up, I wasn't talking about you!" Colt cursed under his breath. At such close range, even if Qin Duanyu was dancing in front of him, if she said she wanted to hit his left eye, there was absolutely no way she would miss to the right.

Could it be that this pretty boy isn't that important to that woman? But their behavior when they entered the store didn't seem like an act at all. Never mind, these two scoundrels have to pay the price no matter what.

Colt steeled himself and began channeling Originium Arts into the gun. However, before the etched bullet could be activated, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Two golden sword blades pierced through his chest cavity.

……

"Doctor, you guessed right. We found their ledgers in the basement. This is a killer company disguised as a dessert shop," Texas said, slightly surprised, holding the documents she had just found in the basement.

"Damn it! These bastards used apple pie as a cover to do such a despicable thing behind the scenes!" Exusiai said through gritted teeth, taking a few pieces of apple pie from the kitchen to pack up and take away.

"But Doctor is really amazing, he actually guessed that the enemy was hiding here." Sora said admiringly, his eyes sparkling. It seems that the serialization of "Detective Doctor" is not entirely fictional.

"I was just testing the waters, I didn't expect these assassins to be so impatient." Qin Duanyu scratched his head sheepishly. If he had guessed earlier that this was the final target, he definitely wouldn't have brought just Lappland.

He originally thought that this dessert shop must be related to the mastermind behind it all, or at most an intelligence relay station or something. So he sent Texas and the others to block the back door, while he and Lappland went over to question them. But after only a few words, everyone in the shop turned into a red dot.

So never say the food is bad in a restaurant, especially when the chef is holding a knife.

After contacting the Emperor and receiving the final payment, the mission was officially over. As for the ransacked dessert shop, the Emperor had already informed the Siesta government, and the Security Bureau would naturally come to clean up the mess.

"Doctor, what you're doing is too dangerous. If I hadn't arrived in time..." Texas said worriedly as they waited for Exusiai to drive over.

"That's because I feel at ease with you guys around." Qin Duanyu smiled nonchalantly, picked up a POCKY and popped it into her mouth. "But as a token of my gratitude for saving my life, I'll treat you tonight. You can choose the location."

"No sincerity." Texas curled her lip, looking at Qin Duanyu's confident demeanor, clearly indicating that he was hiding his trump card.

Besides, everyone gets a share of the meal, and it's not like it's a candlelight dinner or anything, so it wouldn't make much sense for her to decide the location.

"How about I give you a new outfit as a gift?" Qin Duanyu suggested tentatively. Anyway, his savings had been replenished, so buying gifts for the girls was a piece of cake.

“Give me an obsidian cross… no, it’s nothing.” Texas suddenly stopped, then shook her head. “If you really want to thank me, just comb my tail.”

Chapter 23, Section 131: The Little Scheme of the Rose Sword Saint

Happy times always fly by. During the day, he would go shopping and have fun with girls, and at night, he would go to bars with ACE and the others to party. Siesta was quite different from the relatively peaceful life outside, which made him feel like he had returned to the world before he transmigrated.

It is said that many years ago, Siesta was just a remote and backward small town. It was only through the hard work of its current leader, Herman, that it gradually grew to its current size and became a well-known tourist city.