About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

I don’t know what’s going on with Junjun and Broken Bones now… Orson believes that since he changed the trajectory of the integration movement, he also has the obligation to gather those original cadres together again.

The main reason is that Orson also wants to persecute Junjun himself to change his current situation of being the mascot of the Integration Movement and the bottom of the persecution chain.

"Finally, regarding that underground question mark area I told you about before, my colleague who is still in the maintenance team told me that there seem to have been several unauthorized remote access attempts there recently."

"Remote access? Could it be Rhodes Island? No, I can't be so sure—wuwuwu… This is going to fail."

Isaac looked at the boy in front of him and thought for a long time. Finally, his brain froze and he fell on the table, gradually turning into a puddle.

After all, these are generally the responsibilities of Alina and Talulah. Most of the time, I am like Frost Star, "Enemy, fuck the enemy!" and that's it.

The current complex distribution of forces in Qie City has exceeded the upper limit of Orson's CPU processor.

"Anyway...thank you for your help, Uncle Isaac. This is the salary the Rostov family gave me in advance. Use it to help you survive."

Orson pushed an envelope to Isaac, who didn't refuse.

"I won't argue with you about this. I'll take the money first. After all, my hometown has no water or electricity and it's uninhabitable. But I'm more curious about when we can go back."

"Not sure yet... The situation is too complicated right now. Uncle Isaac, aren't you planning to stay in Che City again?"

Orson asked with some curiosity. In fact, he had already made plans that the engineer would completely lose contact and go back to live his own life after arriving in Che City.

"Well... I think I understand the Reunion's goals. Now that I've lost my home and family, all I can do is prevent others from becoming like me. After all, the infected... were just ordinary people to begin with."

Although Uncle Isaac understood the nature of the Reunion Movement, Orson couldn't be very happy.

Everyone on this continent has their own despair. Orson doesn't know how many people Tallulah can change, but he will follow her unconditionally.

After the meeting with Isaac, Orson sat in a chair, fiddling with the noodles on his plate, and spoke softly.

"No need to hide it, I can feel the murderous intent clearly."

"Ha, worthy of being the fourth most annoying guy on the list."

As Orson spoke, W stood up from the cubicle and walked slowly to Orson, with that ominous smile on his face as always.

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W sat down in front of Orson, only to find that the guy in front of him, who he swore to kill in the most painful way, was actually...

Looking at me with an unexpectedly happy expression?

"Are you so happy to see me, shadow manipulator?"

W decided not to let the other party affect his pace, and asked Orson in a casual but provocative manner.

"Well, I thought I was the most annoying number one, but I didn't expect there were three more people ahead of me. It feels much better than I thought."

Orson said happily.

"No normal person would be happy about something like this... and the first and second place guys probably can't find replacements."

W spoke casually while picking up the menu.

After all, one of the two people he hated the most was the cause of Theresa's death, and the other was the direct cause of Princess Theresa's assassination.

When recalling the past moments, the smile that always appeared on W's face disappeared for a brief moment.

—Think of something happy, and smile again. For example… the fact that you might be able to kill the person you hate the most.

W looked at Orson in front of him, his fingers lightly placed on the detonator in his pocket, and a smile appeared on his face again.

39. The password is correct

"Waiter, two Long Island Iced Teas~"

"Well, I don't drink..."

W naturally ordered two glasses of wine from the waiter, while Orson waved his hands awkwardly to indicate that he couldn't drink it.

The last time I touched alcohol was at the party after Alina woke up. I think I drank half a glass of wine. When I opened my eyes, I was in a world of ice and fire in the tent (referring to being hugged by Frost Star Tallulah).

"It's clearly a life-or-death profession, but you don't like to numb your nerves? Could it be that you're still just a brat like you look?"

W's smile was full of sarcasm, and Orson couldn't stand it anymore after hearing it.

"I'm 20 after all! It's just a cocktail, look at me putting it—cough cough cough!"

Orson picked up the cocktail handed to him by the waiter, took two sips and almost choked himself to death.

"..."

W blinked. It seemed that this guy was really drunk.

"Ahem... Sorry, it's embarrassing, but it tastes pretty good. It tastes like a drink."

Orson awkwardly made some comments about the cocktail that W ordered, and then stared at W seriously.

W kept her finger on the detonator. If Orson did the same thing as last time, she would immediately detonate the surrounding traps to prevent the opponent's inexplicable Originium skills.

"First of all—I'm so sorry about last time!"

"……what?"

I thought Orson would use [Curtain Call], but I was concentrating on W and was stunned. Not only did the opponent not make the "silence" starting move, but he started with a Chibaku Tensei: he clasped his hands together and bowed his head to apologize.

"Is your palm okay?"

"Ah, thanks to your care, it healed soon after I got home. Do you want to hold my hand?"

W stretched out his right hand in front of Orson in a sarcastic manner, but Orson didn't understand W's sarcasm at all. Instead, he really shook W's outstretched hands seriously.

"Hmm...it's true that you don't look injured, but I'm still a little embarrassed—Ouch!"

W quickly pulled his hand back and stared at Orson with a look of surprise.

——What’s wrong with this guy?

"I say...are you alright? I've been really trying to kill you, both last time and now. Or is this just some kind of idiotic ploy? Are you trying to confuse me with this idiotic behavior?"

W looked at Orson and asked him what was wrong.

In fact, this is not Orson's fault. Talulah, Alina, and Froststar around him all speak very directly. Talulah and Froststar are even more straightforward and naive. The only one who speaks in a sarcastic tone is Black Snake, but Black Snake has now suffered from "Orson PTSD" and will become autistic when he sees Orson.

In this environment, Orson's YYGQ power was naturally completely insufficient. Not to mention counterattacks, he couldn't even hear W's sarcastic tone.

"I understand. It's a mercenary job after all. But putting aside work and personal time, I still hope to get along well with Miss W."

Orson said this cautiously as he took another sip of Long Island Iced Tea, then suddenly realized something and showed a nervous expression.

"Could it be that now it's working time, and I've become your target?"

"...Not really. In a sense, it is indeed private time now."

W sighed, released the detonator in his hand, and placed his left hand on the table.

"So what is Miss W doing here this time? Could it be just a coincidence that we met here?"

"Ha, there aren't that many coincidences in this world, but thanks to a certain guy, I really don't want to fight you to the death here. Right now, I'm just being kind and wanting to get to know you better, okay?"

Although it was full of lies, W's words were true. After the ordeal just now, W was no longer bothered to test Orson's Originium skills.

After all, for W, the goal this time is not to fight Orson to the death. These bombs buried in advance are more like her defense, or... bad taste.

"Well, actually, I also want to find an opportunity to have a good chat with Miss W. Now that we have reached a consensus, Miss W should also remove the bombs buried around from standby mode."

Orson had sensed the trap W had laid, as well as the explosive device in his pocket. Even so, he didn't engage in direct combat with W, fearing it would affect others nearby. Ultimately, his non-resistance did prevent a fight.

"I'm not a murderer. Those were just sonic bombs. But you, you're still really annoying."

W threw the detonator on the table, then put the cocktail to his lips, enjoying the low-alcohol stimulation that even Daigo couldn't achieve, while analyzing the specific cards of the boy in front of him.

His observation skills are incredibly strong, but his ability to eliminate traces and prevent tracking is merely average. Is this related to the nature of his previous work?

At the same time, Orson was holding a Long Island Iced Tea and observing W, thinking about how he should talk to the mercenary next.

Orson had no intention of discussing the wealth code with W. The name "Theresa" might be the correct code for the members of Babel, but if it came from an outsider like him, it would probably only irritate them.

Ultimately, W's philosophy and the current integration movement do not overlap. The goal of the integration movement is to unite infected people and ordinary people, eliminate barriers, eliminate injustice, and thus achieve better living conditions.

And W probably just wants the Sarkaz race to have the right to choose death.

It was clearly Theresa who pushed the other person alone, so what did she push?

But on the other hand, as long as we take advantage of W's purpose, maybe it's not impossible to drag her into the Reunion...?

"Anyway, what exactly is your purpose this time, Miss W?"

Orson shook his head in confusion and asked W.

"It's simple. Garson, the leader of the Sarkaz mercenaries hired by Duke Baikal, may come and cause trouble for you soon. Remember to treat him well~"

"Mercenary leader...? Why are you telling me this information?"

"On the one hand, remember what I said earlier? You're fourth, and that guy is third. Telling you this information might help me get rid of two of my annoying guys in one fell swoop. On the other hand, it's because—"

The smile on W's face turned wild and ferocious.

"I've never been humiliated like that. You can't die at the hands of that guy. I'll personally blow your limbs off with a bomb, and then with a dagger... Hello?"

"I know...Zzzz...burp. Zzz...burp."

W was speaking angrily when he suddenly noticed that Orson, who had been acting a little strange just now, was now flushed, pecking at rice like a chicken and burping, and in front of him was a quarter-empty cocktail.

"Your alcohol tolerance is too low!!"

"H-I'm sorry... Well, I'll cheer up--Bang!"

Orson's head hit the table, the impact barely reliving him slightly, but he quickly fell back asleep.

"..."

—Is this the guy I set up a trap for two hours in advance and decided to fight? I feel like I'm the idiot...

W poked Orson's cheek, and the latter squirmed slightly, then became unresponsive.

W poked it again, and the latter made a strange sound of "hum, hum, gurgle..." like a time-telling bird.

"Haha, what an interesting guy. If that's the case..."

A dangerous glint flashed in W's eyes as she walked to the restaurant bar, holding a glass, and then... filled it with ice.

"I do."

“Mmmmmmm ahhhh!?”

Orson was so stimulated by the ice cubes that were suddenly stuffed into his clothes that he climbed up.

"Awake?"

W asked Orson with a smile, and the latter nodded while shaking out the ice.

"Listen carefully. I originally wanted to have a good fight with you, but that's not important anymore. I'm more curious about why you rarely kill those Sarkaz mercenaries and only deprive them of their ability to move."

W put away his smile and questioned Orson. Of the mercenaries sent to assassinate Zaolu, most were found intact and without any sequelae. Although a small number of mercenaries had their limbs chopped off by unknown weapons.

"Well... first of all, although I hold grudges, I don't like killing people. Secondly, it depends on the person. Many mercenaries are just trying to make a living. Since I have the ability to protect Zaolu without killing them, then of course I will do it."

Orson responded groggily, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh? Do you think those Sarkaz have the right to live?"

Orson's answer made W raise an eyebrow.

"Everyone has the right to live—except for the scumbags. But whether they are Sarkaz, infected, or anyone else, everyone has the right to live."

Orson said what he was thinking directly, while W was silent for a while.

W didn't have a smile on his face, which made Orson stunned.

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"—As expected, you are someone worthy of being killed by my own hands, but not today, Orson."

But it was only for a moment. After a brief silence, W smiled again and stood up to leave the restaurant.

"Think of it as a buy-one-get-one-free deal—among the guards around you are Baikal's men."

"Baikal...? Wait a minute, Miss W—"