Rhode Island Park Project

Chapter 36: The Scumbag's Technical Skills

Rhode Island main ship.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Alina, wearing a Rhodes Island coat, placed the steaming hot coffee on Luo Hang's desk. She couldn't help laughing as she walked behind Luo Hang, who was lazily slumping in the chair in a completely ungraceful manner, and massaged his shoulders.

Dealing with all matters, big and small, on Rhodes Island and contacting various parties to arrange matters was no easier than going to the front line. Although he stayed on the ship, Luo Hang had no time to rest for the entire afternoon.

"I don't know if Amiya and Kel'tsit are doing well."

Alina looked out the window at the city already bathed in the night.

"With Kal'tsit watching, even the smallest thing won't go wrong."

"You,"

Hearing this, Alina turned around with amusement, "No matter how strong you look, girls still need care, right?"

"A girl?"

Luo Hang also curled the corners of his mouth in amusement.

This kind of name is really inappropriate when used on Kal'tsit, but,

"I carefully prepared such a gift for Kel'tsit. How can you say that I don't care about her?"

"Eh?"

After a brief pause, Alina quickly thought of something. "Does Kal'tsit personally going to Longmen this time have any special significance?"

"Kal'tsit sometimes overthinks the overall situation, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but she's often the one making the sacrifices. After all, with the size of Rhodes Island before, there wasn't much to give."

Luo Hang smiled and said, while Alina pinched Luo Hang's shoulder thoughtfully.

"I seem to have heard before that Kal'tsit even spent time in prison in order to obtain a permit for Rhodes Island..."

"That certainly seems like something that guy would do."

Luo Hang also laughed for a moment, "But this is only because I haven't come back before. This situation will not happen again now."

Alina came back to her senses and looked at Luo Hang, who was slouching in his chair and holding his head high, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, yes, I know you're amazing, our doctor. I and everyone else are counting on you~"

"Ha, of course. But after hearing what you said, I'd better add another insurance."

Luo Hang took out his terminal from his pocket, typed a simple sentence and sent it out under Alina's curious gaze, then threw the terminal on the table.

"The care from others is already enough. I've been treated so attentively all morning today, and I've received so many gifts—"

He smiled and grabbed the white hand on his shoulder, pulled it lightly, then reached out to hug the little deer who screamed and fell to the side of the chair, and turned nimbly to hold the girl in his arms.

"Shouldn't there be some kind of gesture here?"

Suddenly it fell into Luo Hang's hands. Apart from the initial exclamation, Alina did not panic. She just looked at the man who was hugging her with a smile.

"If you have to express your gratitude for receiving a gift, then since you carefully prepared a gift for Kal'tsit, do you have to accept something from her?"

Luo Hang raised his eyebrows to hide his embarrassment.

Of course there is a reward to be received.

When he faced Kal'tsit, whose trust level was fully √, he had been muttering about finding an opportunity to try it out. How could he miss such a good opportunity that he had carefully prepared?

Data on paper is just data on paper after all. Facing the real world, if he directly asked Kal'tsit based on the data sheet whether he wanted to try this ×× option, it seemed that his favorability would be reduced by physical calmness.

As an old man with rich emotional experience, he would not make such a mistake.

Or in other words—

Being a scumbag is a technical job!

Rogues aren't to be feared, but educated ones are. To be honest, even he himself felt that using cheats with his original skills was a bit excessive.

Just kidding.

I am not a gangster.

"We'll consider that matter later depending on the situation."

"Hang, you didn't deny it directly, but you just had that thought, right? Um—"

Although she was blocked from speaking, Alina still looked at the man in front of her with a smile until her eyes became slightly dazed.

***

"Ms. Misha."

Without any major setbacks, they successfully found their target, the white-haired Ursus girl, Ms. Misha, in an abandoned building. Amiya was currently communicating with her.

Doberman quietly looked at the expression of Kal'tsit who was standing beside him.

Their mission target was already within sight, and all that was left was to evacuate them. If nothing was done, Kal'tsit would be nothing more than a simple medical operator, a mere formality.

Given Kal'tsit's status, such a thing is really hard to believe.

But it was a pity that she still didn't see any expression on Kal'tsit's face, which seemed to have not changed for thousands of years. What was more noteworthy was... since they set out, this was the first time she saw Kal'tsit's eyes clearly fixed on a person.

"..."

Kal'tsit really cared about the girl in front of her named Misha.

No matter what the reason, that girl must have some special meaning in Kal'tsit's heart.

Dubin was vaguely aware of this.

"Aren't you just going to arrest me and lock me up?! Go away——"

Misha was a little excited while communicating with Amiya.

The other party must have been chased by many people all the way and had to hide here. It is natural for him to not trust anyone.

Franka next to him seemed to want to say something, but held it back.

Franka and Razer, the Fox and Vayvan duo from Black Steel International, are both female.

These two unlucky guys were conscripted because Misha's final location was near the area they were responsible for.

These two guys were obviously under more pressure than Dr. Kal'tsit in front of her. Apart from necessary reports, they communicated almost entirely through eye contact.

After a moment's thought, Dupin said quietly:

"34."

"what?"

Misha and Amiya turned their gazes towards her, her expression remaining calm.

"On our way to find you, we fought off 34 unidentified thugs. Everywhere they passed, ordinary people and even children were violently interrogated, just to find you."

Misha slowly opened her eyes.

Amiya didn't waste the opportunity and took Misha's shoulder, looking at the dazed Misha seriously.

"We've defeated the thugs, but we can't stop this from happening again. Ms. Misha, please believe me, we sincerely want to help you, and this is also to protect those around you from harm."

"I--"

Misha opened her mouth.

Her resolve had clearly wavered. Amiya's words and expression were sincere, and Dubin could be sure that this young girl, whom Rhodes Island recognized, meant what she said.

Although Kal'tsit's ability is undeniable, as everyone can see, Kal'tsit puts too much pressure on people.

People are always more willing to follow those more desirable and dazzling lights. That is the beacon that can gather a group of people and work together towards the same goal.

Even though she is still young, Amiya undoubtedly possesses such pure qualities, and Kal'tsit is the pillar that supports this quality and hope.

From this point of view, Amiya really looks like a successor trained by a doctor.

However, before Misha, who had apparently given up struggling, had a chance to make her final decision, a loud roar rudely interrupted the conversation in the room.

A voice filled with strong emotions came into the room.

"None of you can leave—"

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There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

Chapter 37: Encirclement

"(Communication) Attention! Those guys from the Reunion Movement have discovered you! The Imperial Guard is also under attack. We will rush over to support you as soon as possible! And—

Keep an eye on the people we want!"

"I don't think there's any need to remind us. We already know about this kind of thing."

Dubin relayed the content of the communication, and then heard a rare complaint from Franca.

Probably because I held it in for too long.

They looked at the figure that emerged from the hole in the wall that had been blown open.

A red and black coat, a hood, and a gas mask that completely covers the face.

People who dress in a distinctive style like this are usually cadres of the Integration Movement.

Dubin, who had experienced Chernobyl, immediately came to this conclusion.

In other words, they probably don't really face just one enemy - cadres must have their own team to be called cadres.

and,

"Isn't this our mission target? When did he become someone wanted by the Guards?"

Doberman frowned.

Misha beside Amiya seemed to react particularly strongly when she heard the name of the Guard Bureau.

"You, you want to hand me over to the Imperial Guards... you really are—"

"No, Miss Misha, please calm down!"

Amiya immediately tried to comfort the other person, but also turned to look at Kal'tsit who was standing beside her. "Dr. Kal'tsit, I haven't heard such news from the doctor."

"..."

After a brief silence, Kal'tsit spoke up, a rare occurrence. "The power between Rhodes Island and Lungmen is not equal. Even if the Doctor has reached some agreements with them, they still have the right to seize the initiative in terms of details and execution."

"How could this be—"

Amiya showed an unwilling expression, and Dubin fell silent.

This was the person they had worked so hard to find, taking out enemies along the way and trying to persuade Misha, who would be willing to hand him over to someone else in the end.

They had just promised Misha that they would protect her, and the Guards' attitude towards the infected was not friendly. However, they also had to consider that Rhodes Island was currently docked at Lungmen's port... After all, this was someone else's place.

"Heh... This is what happens when you collaborate with the enemy..."

A voice filled with sarcasm and mockery came from the front.

Standing in front of the broken hole that seemed to have taken a bite out of the night, the [cadres], like the audience of a drama, finally gave their evaluation of their performance at this moment.

But the review was obviously not very good.

Misha suddenly opened her eyes wide.

"This voice, you, you are, Alex——"

"That name no longer belongs to me,"

The other party rudely interrupted Misha, "I am now a broken bone, a broken bone of the Reunion Movement and the infected."

The other party's words were passionate, as if expressing long-accumulated indignation to them, and his arms were raised.

"The infected have only the infected as their companions and compatriots. I believe the fate of the enemy is right before your eyes! I don't want to kill my brothers. I only have one choice for you."

There were complex footsteps coming from all around, and it seemed that the other party was not just watching the show for nothing.

Razer, who was near the window, glanced downstairs.