About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"and many more."

Orson, who wanted to leave before the atmosphere became awkward, was stopped by Texas.

"Do you have anything else to do next? If not, you can join this mission as well."

"Eh?"

Orson pointed at himself and looked at Texas uncertainly, trying to prove whether he had heard it wrong.

"Exia is very interested in you. I know that idiot very well. She'll definitely try every possible means to accomplish something she decides to do. If she wants you to join Penguin Logistics, I think it would be better to take this opportunity to personally assess you, rather than causing a huge uproar later."

Texas said calmly, his face still expressionless.

Orson tried to use the "Tuning Melody" on Texas, and judging from the melody coming out of the other party's heart, this lone wolf really did not have any twists and turns. She seemed to be just too lazy to do anything, so she wanted to test herself in advance to see if she had the ability to enter Penguin Logistics.

Doesn’t this feel like a given?

Orson had never mentioned wanting to join Penguin Logistics, yet job interviews had already begun in Texas. But he couldn't just say, "I don't want to deliver packages anymore," as that would likely completely sever the connection to Penguin Logistics.

From the North to Che City, and then to Casimir, Orson has deeply understood that "companions" are the most important resource.

For example, if you were walking on the street and were hit by a bread man, one phone call would immediately bring a van full of tough guys, from the leader of a terrorist organization to the queen of a sweatshop, from the rich second generation of Che City to the famous auto mechanic of Casimir (crossed out), all kinds of knights would respond to the call.

Although there is a high probability that the group of people who were chosen will first have an internal conflict...but that's what I mean.

"...I understand. Thank you for your guidance today, Texas. By the way, my 'Crimson Queen' is still lying in the Guard Bureau (I forgot to get it back because I was busy running away), so today I can only be a temporary output."

"?"

Texas raised her eyebrows. She didn't know what Orson meant by "turn", but she didn't ask any further.

"So who are we going to protect this time?"

"The daughter of the Slum Rat King is probably a rich second-generation lady with a weak sense of time."

Texas glanced at the cargo information on his phone and the "estimated delivery time" that was already 13 minutes overdue.

"Please do not jump to conclusions without knowing the facts, and the turnaround time in the contract is a range."

Just as Texas finished speaking, a girl wearing a purple-black dress, a pink ponytail, and a pair of furry, round ears on her head walked out from beside the two of them.

Orson has no taste for style. Even after Zilan's intense tutoring in the HR department, he still wears a classic white shirt, long pants, and sneakers when he goes out, adding a jacket or not depending on the weather. Amidst the flashy operators, he's so down-to-earth that he seems like the only one in the outlandish cosplay costumes.

Even Orson could tell from the details of the other person's clothes and the workmanship and fabric that Minnie was indeed a rich person.

"The destination is a private villa in the central area of Longmen No. 3. There's a shipment, and I need to ensure its safety. If you're sure it's safe, please get in."

Texas ignored the girl's rebuttal. After confirming the information about this mission as usual, she opened the back door and motioned for the other party to get in.

"Are you new at Penguin Logistics?"

The mouse-eared girl noticed Orson and asked curiously.

"I'm a personal trainee at Penguin Logistics with a practice time of two and a half minutes - it hurts."

Orson was mid-sentence when Texas poked him with the hilt of his knife.

"He's exactly like Exiah when he's being stupid—he's Orson, please don't mind him."

"Lin Yuxia."

The mouse-eared girl briefly stated her name and then sat in the back seat without saying a word.

Orson, who had originally wanted to liven up the atmosphere with his profound crosstalk skills, decided not to make things difficult for himself. He sat obediently in the passenger seat and started this "cargo transportation" with Texas.

"Speaking of which, what does Miss Lin Yuxia do for a living?"

"manage."

Although Orsen also wanted to try to open the topic on the way, Lin Yuxia's response frequency was even less than that of the "Patriot who watches TV dramas".

Even a patriot would say, "She's not as good as my Yelena" when seeing the good-looking Carters rabbit in a TV series!

Texas and Lin Yuxia, two guys who don't like to talk, got together and almost suffocated Orson.

Fortunately, Orson soon stopped worrying about how to start a conversation.

"...Just to be on the safe side, let me ask, are there any other bodyguards escorting this 'cargo transport'?"

On the way, Orson sensed something. He put away his embarrassed expression as he was trying to find a topic to talk about, and asked Texas softly.

"No."

"I see. Then--"

Orson rolled down the window and leaned halfway out.

【pause】

The black indescribable object instantly extended backwards through tuning. At the same time, an explosive crossbow arrow suddenly shot out from the SUV just a few parking spaces away from Texas's vehicle.

boom! ! !

A violent explosion struck, but was blocked by Orson's pause before it could reach everyone.

"We've been targeted by quite a few guests, Texas."

Orson took back the pause and whispered to Texas in the driver's seat.

"quantity?"

Texas had heard before that Orson's proudest ability was "detection", but she had never thought she would be able to use it so soon.

"Three SUVs, two sedans—Ms. Lin Yuxia, what exactly are you in charge of that would warrant such a grand welcome?"

While asking Lin Yuxia in the back seat, Orson used low-frequency tuning to observe the surrounding environment.

"…a part of managing Longmen."

Lin Yuxia glanced behind her through the rear window. The streets had become chaotic because of the previous explosion.

"Good job, Orson, hold on tight."

Texas praised Orson. The young man remained calm in the face of this situation. It seemed that he really had something.

As for the mouse lady behind him, who was already trembling a little but still pretending to be calm...

“Remember to add money later.”

Texas said so, then started in fifth gear and began to drift.

12.Can Texas do it?!

"Gaz—"

On the streets of Longmen, Texas, behind the steering wheel, expertly shifted gears. With a teeth-grinding sound, the car arced, precisely weaving through the chaotic traffic.

"Well……!"

Lin Yuxia, who was sitting in the back seat, was almost thrown over by the sudden centrifugal force. She could only hold on to the handle beside her to try to steady her body, and her face no longer had the calm and indifferent expression as before.

“Crack!!”

The sound of glass breaking came from behind. A crossbow arrow was fired from one of the pursuers' cars, passed through the rear window and went straight into the passenger seat.

"!?"

Lin Yuxia was so frightened by the sound of shattering glass and the crossbow arrow that brushed past her body that she didn't even let go of her grip. She immediately hugged her head and curled up into a ball, leaving only her furry round ears and thin tail sticking out, swinging wildly.

As for Orson, who was sitting in the passenger seat, he turned his head to the side before the crossbow arrow pierced the chair, then pulled the crossbow arrow out of the chair and threw it aside.

"Don't these people have any sense of social morality?"

"Now's not the time to say that! Think of a way, Penguin Logistics!"

Lin Yuxia, who was running away in fear (literally), yelled at Orson, and her initial impression of "elegant and aloof" completely disappeared.

"I understand, Miss Lin."

Orson nodded to show that he understood, then looked at Texas who had already entered the shrimp catching mode.

"Any weapons handy, Texas?"

"No, I usually bring Exia along on 'armed escort' missions. That idiot at least has enough firepower, but no one told me about this many enemies on today's mission!"

Texas suddenly twisted the steering wheel to the left, and the four-wheel sedan turned almost to a 90-degree angle, with the two left wheels supporting the body of the car, in this way avoiding the oncoming large truck to the extreme.

"Then leave it to me. Although the firepower may not be as strong as that of the Gatling Buddha, it should be enough to slow down the pursuit."

Orson raised his hand slightly to summon the rest, and the sharp rest cut the car door beside him completely open like cutting butter.

"Huh!? What are you doing!?"

Lin Yuxia was completely confused by Orson's initiative to saw open the car door.

"Please rest assured, Ms. Lin. Even though I'm a trainee at Penguin Logistics, I will do my best."

"what……"

Lin Yuxia didn't understand what Orson was saying, but she saw that he had already flipped out of the incision and was standing on the roof of the car.

"Let me take a look. It's OK. I should be able to solve it."

Standing on the roof, Orson summoned a rest to wrap around himself, while fixing both ends tightly to the edge of the car's roof to prevent himself from being thrown off by the Texas drainpipe bend.

"Who is that guy? What is he doing?"

"I don't know, but let's just kill them together! There's no way that guy can deflect our attacks!"

The mafia members chasing Lin Yuxia were startled by Orson's sudden appearance on the roof of their car, but it was only for a moment. After a brief exchange, the mafia members once again drew their crossbows and aimed at the car in front of them, which belonged to Penguin Logistics.

Shashasha——!

The crossbow arrows flew towards Texas' car with the sound of breaking through the air, but the arrows did not hit the car. Instead, they were blocked by the black pause controlled by Orson.

"..." "..."

Looking at the crossbow arrow being knocked away by the black invisible object, the two mafia gang members in the front blinked their eyes.

"Afraid? What's there to be afraid of? We were just lucky. There's no way that guy could catch our attack!"

The mafia pushed up his sunglasses and yelled, signaling others to continue the attack.

The crossbow arrows once again sped towards the Penguin Logistics car. This time, the crossbow arrows shot by the mafia were no longer deflected by the pause - instead, they were entangled and grasped by the twisted black object.

"..." "..."

Looking at the scene where the crossbow arrow was tightly entangled by the invisible object, the two mafia gang members in the front blinked.

"What are you afraid of?! That guy can't possibly throw back the crossbow arrows we shot!"

The mafia took off his sunglasses and yelled, signaling others to continue the attack.

However, before everyone could aim and shoot, they saw the black distortion beside the young man make a 'throwing' gesture.

The next second, everyone clearly saw a crossbow arrow being thrown again, targeting these pursuers.

"Afraid? What are you afraid of? That kind of soft attack can't possibly kill us—"

"Shut up!"

The mafia who had been raising flags all the way was yelled at to shut up by his companions in the middle of his words, but it was obvious that the flag that was halfway through the spell still had a lasting effect.

boom! ! !

A seemingly ordinary crossbow arrow suddenly released a violent impact after hitting the obstacle. Even though the crossbow arrow did not directly hit the front vehicle, the impact of the crossbow arrow almost overturned the off-road vehicle.

“——！！？”

This time, the mafia had no idea where he had thrown his sunglasses. He looked back in horror at the hole made by the crossbow arrow, then turned around again and looked panicked at Orson who was standing on the car not far away, preparing to control Pause to launch the next attack.

"Although tuning allows the crossbow to be fired with greater kinetic energy, the resulting accuracy will be poor."

Orson in the car was evaluating the attack, and the mafia put on their sunglasses again after seeing that Orson stopped attacking because he had no crossbow.

"What are you afraid of! Brothers, this guy has no more crossbow bolts to throw! Kill him!"

"Oh oh oh!"

When the mafia saw that Orson had gone silent, their morale immediately rose again. A group of people raised their crossbows, aimed at him and pulled the trigger.

"Kill him oh oh oh...wait, is something wrong?"

The leading mafia seemed to realize something after pulling the trigger of the crossbow, and the mafia beside him also made an "oh" sound.