Outer edge of Lungmen. After passing through several normal checkpoints, the Penguin Logistics group finally stopped the car around a ruin-like residential area. Some hidden eyes stared at this sedan that shouldn't have appeared in this place, some puzzled, some malicious. But after seeing the logo on the vehicle, which was covered in scratches and bullet marks, most of these gazes calmed down, leaving only a bit of curiosity.
Penguin Logistics, a magical logistics company with a delivery rate close to one hundred percent. As long as you pay, they can take on any transport job. Most of the time, many people suspected whether this company was an assassin organization, but surprisingly, it was actually a legitimate enterprise that paid taxes on time.
However, this unique style of action, never striking first, also made Penguin Logistics stand out uniquely in Lungmen; many who operated in this line knew this symbol.
Capable fighters, not much money, follows the rules—these types of companies were the least liked by people on the streets.
But this time, the ones who got out of the stopped Penguin Logistics vehicle weren't the usual Laterano or Forte, but an unknown race stumbling out, kneeling on the ground along the roadside, and starting to vomit.
It was hard to imagine what kind of punishment this person had endured; the appearance of almost vomiting out one's internal organs dispersed the last few suspicious gazes. This must be some client who didn't know their limits and insisted on riding in a Penguin Logistics car.
Penguin Logistics cars could drive like airplanes in the city; the final result for some people looking to save trouble was just like this. Plus, it didn't match the usual impression, so those last few hoping for a chance also withdrew.
If the person can appear openly, there must be backup arranged. What's the point of waiting here? Can't make any money anyway.
"Bleargh…"
Once again spitting out sour liquid onto the ground, Li Lin's eyes were filled with tears.
Leaning on the iron post by the roadside, looking at the group behind him getting out of the vehicle completely unshaken, even stretching lazily, Li Lin opened his mouth wanting to say something, but the cramping pain in his stomach made him bend over and vomit again.
Looking at the miserable Li Lin, Croissant showed some kindness, patted Li Lin's back with a grin, nearly knocking him over.
"Alright alright, I'll give you a bigger share of the money later, okay~"
"This isn't a matter of money share… Bleargh… This is a matter of physiological limits… Bleargh…"
"Woah, Prophet, don't vomit towards me, turn around, turn around."
"I swear I'll make the gravity of this planet disappear… Bleargh… Make all of this cease to exist—"
"Shut up. And take your money."
Texas got out of the car, glared at the babbling Li Lin, then looked towards Meteorite, who was clutching her waist and staggering to the roadside.
"This special VIP transport service has concluded. All amounts have been automatically settled. If there are any issues, please inquire face-to-face here. If there are no issues, we will rest for a bit then head back. Do you have any further questions?"
"Does your Penguin Logistics accept long-distance transport jobs…?"
"Depends on the price. We are a professional logistics company. If there is demand, we will do it."
"Then, I will contact you again in ten days."
Meteorite's palm tightly gripped the box sealed with sealing strips, speaking in a low voice to the Penguin Logistics group:
"In ten days, can I book your response time for that day?"
"Yes. If you require 24-hour standby on that day and preparation for long-distance transport, you need to prepare one hundred thousand Lungmen LMD to book the time. And this is only for booking the time; if there are other transport requirements, we will calculate the price separately. Can you accept this?"
"Completely acceptable… I will place the order with you once I return to base."
"Then there's no problem."
Texas took out her notebook, wrote a time annotation on it, then closed the notebook and nodded at Meteorite.
"We will pay attention to your order requirements. If you feel it's unsuitable, you can also have someone else ship it on your behalf. Penguin Logistics only recognizes rules and regulations, not so-called emotional ethics. I hope you can remember this point. If there are no other requests, please give us a five-star rating, thank you… Let's go, Prophet."
"Wait a minute, let me vomit some more, bleargh…"
"Get him a plastic bag, let him vomit in the car. He can't vomit much more anyway. There are still two more orders next, hurry back."
"No! Exusiai save me! Actually, there are still enemies lurking around, let's rest first, believe me!"
"Aren't you speaking quite fluently now? Croissant, get him in the car!"
"Okay~"
"This is murder!!"
"…"
Watching the lively Penguin Logistics vehicle pull away leaving a beautiful exhaust trail, its receding rear shadow carrying the Doppler effect of miserable screams, Meteorite sighed and walked towards the housing on the outer edge of Lungmen.
This is the hope of the Sarkaz people.
Clutching the sealed box in her hand, recalling the fragments of text she had seen before, Meteorite's face wore a solemn expression.
Everything she did was to wash away and compensate for the reputation of the Sarkaz people; everything she did was to prove the innocence of the Sarkaz people. But she herself was a mercenary, a profession that made her feel increasingly torn. She fought for the Sarkaz people, but also became proof of the Sarkaz people's stigma.
But after that retrieval mission, she saw some of the text inside this sealed box. It clearly described the reputation of the Sarkaz people, as well as some methods for remedy, and many policies and means that, although incomprehensible, seemed unusually terrifying. Meteorite believed this box could save her race. But before that, she also had to confirm whether the contents inside these boxes were indeed the legendary Lazarus File.
'Need to move…'
Meteorite looked at the seemingly silent ruins around her, took a deep breath, and took a step forward. But the moment she stepped down, it wasn't the texture of any soil.
'Beep'
"Ah ah, don't move just yet. If you don't want to be blown up directly, don't move first."
"…What? How are you here?!"
"Money makes the world go round, isn't that just us Sarkaz people?"
"But this is the hope for our race's revival!"
"Then let me take a look too? The countdown is already three turning into two, okay? Told you not to get too excited."
"You—"
Watching the red figure slowly emerge from the ruins, Meteorite couldn't help but widen her eyes, gritting her teeth as she said:
"W!!!!"
"It's me, it's me, why shout so loud."
The figure with long red horns slowly walked over and took the sealed box from the hands of Meteorite, who dared not make the slightest move.
"Ah, the timed bomb will automatically disarm in three minutes, as long as you don't act rashly."
"W… you bastard…"
"Who among the Sarkaz isn't? I'll take this thing first then, my alternative kinswoman."
Ignoring the furious Meteorite, W grinned, stuffed the box into her bosom, hummed a tune, and left the spot, leaving only the angry girl standing in place, not daring to make any sudden moves.