章節 48: AZI Volume 2 Chapter 13
Dumping an entire plate of clams into the hotpot, Nian Yao Yao sits back, and looks to Long Hua. Towards her stare, the latter says—
"Next time you should settle for the lower floors. And I mean it."
"But being up high makes me feel like I'd have more class."
"I don't want to wait an entire 15 minutes for an elevator to get up to my level. At that point, class is nonexistent, only misery, and embarrassment for not thinking things through properly."
"Take the stairs then."
"Say that to a fast food-fueled corporate slave, and they'd tell you to piss right off."
(Tch so both the stairs and elevators are a no-go? Hmm.)
Relaying their general situation to Nian Yao Yao through these conversations, Long Hua patiently waits for the other side to make their move, as he takes out his phone to check the time.
(Less than six minutes to go. Now then… I wonder how they will go about attacking us? If they plan to use non-lethal means, they'll probably toss in a flashbang, or a smoke grenade—followed by aiming firearms at us while demanding for us to surrender. From their perspective—assuming they're professionals with plenty of experience, a situation like that can be somewhat difficult to manage depending on who they are dealing with. A surer method would be to use incapacitating agents. Lethal means without much thought, they could just come in guns blazing.)
Not a single person approached the meat-loaded cart, as they waited, while occupying themselves with the food that was right in front of them.
As the enemy closes in with less than three minutes of time remaining, Long Hua says—
"Might be time I begin to leave."
"Going back to your yacht so soon, Hua?"
Genuinely surprised by this, Jing Yao remarks—
"You still haven't moved out of the yacht?"
"I did offer to move him to some place more convenient."
"Too used to the thing. Tian Cheng, pass me some chopsticks. Mine are a bit uneven."
"Here."
"…A bit much, but whatever."
Receiving a bundle of chopsticks, Long Hua takes a dining knife, and begins to sharpen them beneath the table.
"Jing, should I call my car over to send you back later?"
"Would be nice if possible."
"Didn't you tell those guards to take it easy for the rest of the day?"
(No good, huh?)
Inwardly heaving a sigh, Nian Yao Yao throws in the towel.
"Hmm, I suppose it wouldn't be proper to call them back for work after that…"
Despite the casual nature of their conversations, all of them are currently on high alert.
Among their group, the sole noncombatant is Jing Yao, whom Nian Yao Yao is currently leaning closer to.
(Three… Two… One, now.)
*Bam!* exactly 12 minutes and 48 seconds since Long Hua and Tian Cheng had held their conversation, the back doors are kicked open, and five cans are tossed into the air.
"Cover your mouths and hold your breath."
Seeing the five cans that are already starting to leak out their gaseous contents, and identifying them to be incapacitating agents, Long Hua rises from his seat with five chopsticks in his right hand.
Flicking his arm outwards, Long Hua hurls the five chopsticks into the air, and with great precision, each chopstick impales a can, and sends them back to the group that is gathered at the double doors.
*Boom!!!* in the same instance, the wall of reinforced glass is smashed through by explosives.
Following the glass walls' destruction, four individuals—attached to grappling hooks, enter the vicinity with their assault rifles aimed at Long Hua and the others.
As soon as these individuals have landed into the vicinity, the one hiding beneath the meat-loaded cart is just about to emerge for a sneak attack, but—
"Piss off."
Kicking the meat-loaded cart, Long Hua sends it dashing towards one of the individuals—who had just entered the vicinity through the smashed glass.
Instead of dodging the incoming cart, the individual widens their stance, and with a hand pushed outwards, they stop the cart with relative ease.
From the direction of the double doors, the five individuals that are accompanied by the military dolls approach to surround the group's table.
"Bestial traits? So, they're Moon Guards?"
Glancing at the individuals—who are all dressed in black bodysuits beneath a hooded black jacket, with horns or animalistic ears on their heads, Nian Yao Yao instantly connects their origins to the Long Yue family.
"I haven't seen the old hag in so long, and this is how she decides to greet me?"
[Who are you calling an old hag, my worthless daughter—who is about to reach 200 years of age in a few more days?]
"Ahn?"
Recognizing this laidback voice, Nian Yao Yao turns to one of the military dolls that is currently aiming its assault rifle at her.
(RS800 Mk. II, 13 of them in total. All estimated to be a bit over two meters in height. Product of Black Steel Industries.)
Recognizing the model that these dolls fall under, Tian Cheng opens her magenta-colored eyes, and gives each of them a brief glance.
The dolls' limbs are divided into two lengthy rectangles, while their chest and head are boxier in shape.
Positioned in the center of the military doll's boxy head is a single eye that gives off a blue glow, and beneath the war machine's heavy armor, one can easily see the outlines of a skeletal frame.
Overall, these dolls have what many might consider to be a crude design—focused solely on functionality without a hint of aesthetic beauty.
"When did that old mother of mine become an android? And such a hideous looking one at that…"
[I know you're only saying that to infuriate me, but I'm still going to call you an idiot for it, you idiot.]
Communicating through the military doll, Nian Tao Tao clears her throat, and adds—
[In any case, resistance is futile; you're completely surrounded, so hand over that map to New Moon Village.]
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