Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

"Damn it, let me in and take them all..."

Just as one of the men in the black suit was about to break down the door, the other immediately stopped him, covered his mouth, and gestured for him to calm down and continue listening to the conversation inside.

"No rush, let everyone enjoy it together tonight. The goods are in the truck bed in the backyard, they're not going to run away on their own."

At this moment, the man in the bomb suit was responding to the impulsive film—and what they were saying became even more offensive under the interpretation of the man in the black suit.

But this time, they all restrained their urge to rush in and fight the three men to the death.

Since the hiding place has already been revealed, it's better to rescue the young lady directly while the group is still talking in the private room, rather than having a direct confrontation here.

They left a few people to keep watch and eavesdrop near the private room, while the rest called for the man in the black suit nearby, and headed straight for the hotel's backyard.

"Is that the transport vehicle? It has Colombian license plates... those filthy Colombian capitalists!!!"

In a parking lot filled with luxury cars powered by Originium, a rather rustic-looking truck naturally stands out.

This must be the car the man in the bomb suit mentioned earlier.

And their missing young lady must be in the car.

However, these despicable kidnappers failed to place any guards near the car, a clear oversight.

"Young Miss! We're here!"

The men in black suits, from diverse backgrounds, showcased their skills—they were all people from various walks of life who followed Black and were trained by the former assassin, so mastering lock-picking techniques was a given for them.

Some of the rusty hatches were forcibly pried open, revealing two rows of shelves, on which were placed a large number of tightly sealed wooden barrels.

A chill permeated the air, as if a refrigeration system was operating.

They dared not imagine what sinful things were stored in those wooden barrels, but at least the container in the very center, from which rustling sounds could be heard, gave them some hope.

There are still living things in this box!

The young lady is still alive!

"Young Miss, don't be afraid, we're here!"

As if it had heard the noise from outside, the container began to shake violently. To the men in black suits, this was the young lady struggling and asking for help after hearing the noise from outside.

The men in black suits didn't dare to delay and immediately stepped forward, using all their skills to dismantle the swaying container.

"boom!!"

The container was opened, and they saw four pairs of eyes.

This doesn't mean there were four people hiding inside.

It was something inside the container that had four pairs of eyes, eight pupils.

"high..."

"High-energy stone worm! Aa ...

High-energy stone beetle, an infectious organism widely distributed in Terra.

Its characteristic feature is an infected organ with a distended abdomen, which can store a large amount of flammable and explosive bodily fluids inside. When stimulated, it will release a huge explosion that destroys everything around it.

A creature that is more dangerous when dead than when alive.

Meanwhile, the person responsible for keeping watch had moved slightly away from the door of the private room, because the three people inside who were discussing an evil deal were now preparing to leave.

They couldn't expose themselves, and they also needed to warn those outside to act quickly.

"I really can't refuse you. Fine, you can only have a small glass. You and Skadi can drink as much as you want tonight."

The man in the bomb suit led the way, followed by a chuckling Philin and the Blood Demon.

They had already walked out the gate and were about to go around to the parking lot in the backyard.

Meanwhile, the men in black suits quickly contacted the group that was going to rescue the young lady.

"Ah!! It's coming! Wait! Wait! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!!"

But all that came through the communicator was extremely panicked shouts.

Something's happened!?

"Beer is not suitable for drowning one's sorrows in sad situations; it is best served in a harmonious gathering of people, and should be provided in unlimited quantities to everyone who wants to enjoy it."

"I understand, I understand. It's best when everyone drinks together. I'm just trying it out for everyone!"

—The client Bob originally mentioned was from Kroos, Rhode Island.

As an insider at Rhode Island, she knew about the vacation itinerary in advance and then contacted the beer manufacturer through Grani.

With the idea that "an acquaintance of an acquaintance is an acquaintance of mine," Clooch wanted to get a cheaper and higher-quality liquor supply line from Bob.

After successfully facilitating this meeting, they also brought along Blaze, an elite operator from Rhodes Island who claims to be a wine connoisseur who has tasted all kinds of wine.

This constitutes the scene that the men in black suits had previously witnessed.

As for the conversation they overheard...

The "living" thing is actually referring to the delicious secret of Bob's Farm Beer: the harmless, high-energy stone worm fluid.

After fermentation and dilution, this liquid, when mixed with hops, can be used to brew an extremely refreshing and clear high-quality beer. Kroos, who was very interested in this, also asked him to take one for research.

Bob, being a straightforward man, went to great lengths to transport the Originium Bugs to Siesta out of respect for Grani.

But he felt it was all worthwhile, after all, the partnership with Rhodes Island meant that he had taken a memorable step forward in his dream of bringing his beer to Terra.

He can be proud of this, and Adam, far away in Colombia, and the mudstone deep in Letania, must be happy for him.

"BOOM!!!!!!"

But the loud explosion and splashing water immediately pulled Bob back to reality.

The voice sounded familiar, and it was very close to them.

It sounded exactly like the sound made when an error occurred during the extraction of Originium Bug body fluids earlier.

But why is the same sound heard here as well?

Bob and the others had arrived in the backyard. For some reason, the ground was damp, and rain-like substances were falling from the sky from time to time.

Bob looked in the direction from which the sound came.

That's where the truck's roof is no longer visible.

Beer spills and broken barrels were everywhere, some of them having just hit the ground and shattered into pieces.

At the same time, you can see a black suit lying on the ground in disarray, unconscious.

"Smack smack... Wow! Beer rain! This is amazing! You never told me Obsidian Festival would have a celebration like this!"

Only Huang was unexpectedly excited. He rushed to the backyard, opened his arms and mouth, and tasted the beer that kept falling into the water.

Tourists on the nearby streets were initially startled by the explosion, but after realizing that the splashing water was all delicious beer, they started partying in the street.

I don't know what's going on, but let's just have fun!

This is the lifestyle of the Siesta people.

"Hey Bob! Why aren't you saying anything? Come on, let's have a beer!"

Unconcerned that his shirt, soaked with beer and now transparent, revealed the outline of his underwear, Huang cheerfully invited Clooney and Bob to join this unexpected revelry.

But Bob remained silent, waving his hand to refuse Huang while glancing around.

This is a luxury hotel; even the backyard where the parking lot is located has decorative gardens.

Near the flowerbed, there was a small hut, which seemed to be where the gardeners stored their work equipment.

Bob thought for a moment, then, bathed in the refreshing rain of beer, slowly walked towards the cabin.

He silently twisted the doorknob until it broke, went inside, closed the door, and then the sound of rummaging through the door could be heard.

"Um... what's Bob doing?"

Huang ran his fingers through his long hair, shaking off the beer from his clothes like a Phyllin beast shaking off water. Looking at the small house, he asked Kroos again.

At this moment, the man in the black suit, who had been unconscious due to the impact of the Originium Bug explosion, gradually woke up.

If the fluid inside these Originium worms weren't so potent, they would have already rained blood here along with the beer flying into the sky.

"Buzz...buzz...buzz...!!!!"

"The sound of a chainsaw?"

Upon hearing this piercing noise, Kroos immediately looked at Huang.

But Huang also seemed confused, simply opening his empty hands to indicate that he couldn't possibly conjure a chainsaw out of thin air.

"Bang!!!!"

Bob emerged from the cabin again and kicked the door open.

He carried a gardening chainsaw and walked steadily toward the men in black suits who had just gotten up from the ground.

The bomb suit covered his face, so his expression couldn't be seen, but everyone felt that this person exuded a terrifying sense of oppression and anger.

—In fact, anyone dressed like this and walking towards you with a chainsaw would have the same effect.

It's just that Bob seems much more skilled than the others now.

"you..."

Under their horrified gazes, Bob raised the chainsaw high, like a butcher in the rainy night, a murderer in the carnival.

He roared:

"Give me back my beer!!!"

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[Main Text] Siesta's Hottest Holiday: Chapter Twenty-Eight - My Sister-in-Law is Great

The setting sun cast a fiery red shadow on the far end of the water's surface, and the sun, half-submerged in the water, and the stars gradually emerging in the night sky heralded the arrival of night.

Although Siesta could be considered a modern city, people still illuminate the coastal environment with primitive lighting methods such as oil lamps or torches, as if pursuing a sense of nostalgia.

As night falls, the city shimmers with colorful neon lights. Compared to the daytime, there are fewer crowds, but people still stroll in twos and threes, or gather at night events. Under the cover of darkness, they change into more revealing outfits and wander under the glow of neon signs, not caring too much about the gazes of others.

This is, after all, a tourist city. Although daytime entertainment is available to anyone in public places, some more specialized shops only begin to open at night.