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About half an hour ago, Amiya tried calling Dr. Kal'tsit to tell her about the Doctor's whereabouts, but she couldn't get through again. Perhaps it's because Dr. Kal'tsit is preparing fortifications?

Amiya thought for a moment, then stopped contacting them and focused all her attention on the slums.

The current situation makes it impossible to continue searching for unregistered infected individuals. Under the hunting operations of the Lungmen Newcomer Group, almost all the infected individuals have tried every means to hide.

Amiya keenly sensed that if she continued the search forcefully at this point, it would lead to two possible outcomes.

Either the infected people they find will be killed by them, or they will directly confront these Lungmen citizens.

Either option leads to a bad ending, so I might as well slack off.

That's what they say, but in reality, Amiya has already completed the second task assigned by Superintendent Chen—finding a Ursus girl named Misha.

The white-haired Ursus beauty Misha is currently feeding the awakened Ansor medicine. Ansor's injuries have been largely healed after treatment by the Rhodes Island medical team, and now he just needs to rest and focus on healing.

However, Amiya hesitated about whether to hand Misha over to the Guard Bureau.

Amiya no longer trusts the current Guard Bureau.

The more Amiya learned about Misha, the more she felt something was wrong.

Although Misha possessed exceptional talent in Originium Arts, she had never committed any wrongdoing. Since arriving in the city with the Chernobog refugees, she had remained in the slums, refusing to venture elsewhere. It was precisely because of this that the conman was met with strange looks from everyone upon entering.

A single middle-aged man lured a young underage girl, preventing her from going too far and providing her with food and lodging.

For example, let's mention a few keywords: Arknights, imprisonment, loli, storyline, white-haired beauty, shorts.

I understand everything I understand.

Who would believe he doesn't have some wicked thoughts?

Surrounded by people, the conman was on pins and needles. He sought Misha's help to explain, but Misha was seen as a victim by the Rhodes Island community, so her words naturally lacked credibility. The conman then turned to an outsider, asking the Kingslayer to prove his character, only to be given a "good guy" card by the Kingslayer. In gaining temporary trust, the conman also lost something...

"Dr. Kal'tsit, it's me, Amiya!"

Amiya answered the phone, asking anxiously, "How are you? Are you alright?"

Although Amiya was unsure of the enemy's numbers and strength, she was quite confident in the current defensive capabilities of the Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Building. She didn't know if the elite operators could arrive in time, and if the enemy breached the building before the operators reached the scene... based on Amiya's understanding of Dr. Kal'tsit, she was certain that Kal'tsit would overuse the drugs and force a fight.

Regardless of the outcome of the battle, it will definitely not be a good thing for Kal'tsit herself.

"Amiya, calm down."

Kal'tsit's calm voice seemed to possess a special magic, instantly soothing the little rabbit's anxiety and allowing her to suppress her racial instinct to stomp her feet. Her long rabbit ears relaxed slightly, no longer remaining in a highly tense state.

"I'm fine, everything's okay."

On the other end of the communication terminal, Kal'tsit glanced sideways at the dilapidated former Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Building. Guards officers, clad in hazmat suits, were carefully moving corpses, reduced to molten stone sculptures, through the ruins, their movements as swift and cautious as ducks.

These police officers had initially suggested that Rhode Islanders move the bodies, acting as if it were perfectly natural, saying that since they were all infected, what was wrong with infected people moving infected people?

"Our cooperation agreement with you is based on mutual respect. It is clear that this incident is purely due to your mismanagement, allowing the security situation in Lungmen to deteriorate. What is your attitude now? Do you have the right to set an example on behalf of the Lungmen Guard Bureau? If Lungmen intends to completely exclude those infected with Oripathy, our cooperation can be terminated now."

Kal'tsit rejected the idea with an almost table-flipping attitude, making it impossible to continue the discussion.

The officers were so enraged they wanted to arrest her, but the hammer and knife in ACE and Sharp's hands were too big, too shiny, and too sharp. They dared not speak out and could only carry the body themselves, wearing cumbersome hazmat suits.

If Swire were here, she would definitely give those police officers a thorough dressing-down, showering these tax thieves with beautiful Lungmen dialect. No matter how you look at it, this is Lungmen's fault. Lungmen had only handed over this unfinished building to Rhodes Island less than three days ago, and now this terrorist attack that nearly destroyed the building has occurred in Lungmen.

The officers in the Guard Department are now trying to slack off, using such discriminatory language and excuses—it's like dancing in a minefield. To put it bluntly, if Rhodes Island were to file a complaint, these people would face anything from pay cuts to suspension.

"Are you really alright... Dr. Kal'tsit? Please, please don't push yourself." Amiya asked worriedly.

Kal'tsit calmly said, "The Doctor and the ACE team have arrived. All the enemies who came to attack have been wiped out, leaving no survivors."

"Oh, that's good—what! The Doctor is back?!"

Amiya's barely suppressed excitement instantly reignited; she stomped her feet wildly on the floor, her azure eyes sparkling.

"The Doctor learned of the attack on the Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Building through other channels. He notified the elite operators to take their positions in advance and took full command. His tactical command was much better than I expected. Although he hasn't recovered to his previous level, at least he was able to deal with the troublesome enemy in a short time, which is not bad."

Kal'tsit maintained the same speaking pace, but her voice fluctuated slightly. Perhaps no one would miss it, but Amiya could sense it… Was she showing off? She was definitely showing off! She must be showing off!

—My Doctor is amazing! My Doctor spoils me so much! He rushed over the moment he knew I was in danger, and took down the enemy in no time, resolving the crisis. How can my Doctor be so amazing! Amiya, I've always wanted to see that expression on your face, that jealous look on your face, ahahaha—Next up, it's the Kingslayer's turn.

"Iron..."

"Amiya? What did you say?"

"It's nothing! It's nothing! Haha, that's good, it's good that you're alright."

Amiya responded hastily, unaware that Franka had secretly seen her little expression.

Franka pursed her lips, her eyes filled with a teasing smile, and secretly peeked at Amiya's expression.

This child is so funny!

A battleground, how wonderful!

Franka was thinking to herself when she casually touched the Thunder Serpent's tail. Unexpectedly, the Thunder Serpent swung its tail at her rear, making her sit up abruptly with a loud smack. She quickly covered her mouth, nearly making an inappropriate sound.

"Stop messing around," Razer warned. If she hadn't been holding the communication device in both hands, she would have already chased after Franka and started beating her up.

"Ah, um, hehehe~"

Franka smiled slightly, secretly rubbing her suddenly aroused peach-shaped bottom, her pretty face gradually turning red. She couldn't help but think, "Why is Red Gang's tail suddenly electrified... Oh right, it seems like it's from my touching it. Wait, is there such a thing as this?!" She felt like she'd discovered a new world. No way, she had to try it with Red Gang when they got back to the dorm after this mission!!

Kal'tsit, who was far away in the Rhodes Island pharmaceutical building, was unaware of what was happening on the other end of the phone. She reminded her, "Amiya, besides letting you know that things here have been resolved, there are two other things I need to tell you."

"Dr. Kal'tsit, please speak."

Amiya understood that the other person was talking about serious matters, so she quickly perked up and listened attentively.

Kal'tsit said methodically, "First, Doctor, go investigate the enemy who attacked us alone and temporarily leave the team. Second, Lungmen is in a bad situation right now. The Reunion Movement is impersonating Rhodes Island and launching an attack on the outer ring of Lungmen. Currently, some members of the Reunion Movement have broken into the slums, so you need to be extra careful and prioritize your own safety if necessary."

"Yes, Dr. Kal'tsit, I understand."

Amiya nodded thoughtfully, and after exchanging information, she hung up the phone.

Doctor...where did he run off to this time?

Amiya pursed her lips; she hadn't seen the Doctor in a long time and missed him.

Razer alerted, "Amiya, the communication device is ringing."

"Dr. Kal'tsit, is there anything else you haven't told me?"

Amiya took the terminal again, brought it close to her ear, and asked.

However, a slightly neutral voice came from the other end of the phone.

“I am not Kal'tsit, I am Lin Lu.”

Chapter 278 The Doctor's Fishpond (4K)

"Bo Bo Bo, Doctor!!"

Amiya jumped up excitedly, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the safe house.

The Kingslayer, who was sharing food packed from Grand Maison Lungmen with the infected children, blinked and puffed out her cheeks like a hamster.

The Kingslayer turned her head to look at the delicious food on the table, then at the infected children who were crying because they were eating such delicious food for the first time. She smiled slightly, chewed the food that was stuffed into her mouth, and swallowed it.

"I'm full. You can finish the rest. Don't waste any food."

The Kingslayer spoke casually, rubbing her half-full belly, and silently approached Amiya's side. She listened intently, like a dutiful student, wanting to hear Lin Lu's voice through the microphone.

The children looked at each other, but still set aside some of the food without touching it.

Misha silently watched the children, her face a mixture of joy and sorrow. She wondered what would become of them. Even though the food had cooled, it tasted incredibly delicious, unlike anything she had ever tasted before. Having eaten such good food… would they be able to stomach those tough, tooth-crushing black breads in the future? These infected children had no income, surviving on the charity of others in the slums. Now, with the infected in the slums suffering one after another, how would they survive?

Misha lowered her head, a hint of sadness in her eyes, for she felt powerless.

The reason she was able to stay here with room and board included was not only because she was willing to help with housework, but also because of another factor.

She herself, or someone connected to her, was targeted by the conman's organization. Otherwise, Misha might have been kidnapped and sold into slavery at the Canary Club on her very first day in Lungmen.

"I wish this factor was myself."

Misha wasn't worried about being in danger; she just hoped to get a good price.

Her brother was forced to leave her because of her incompetence, her weakness, and her timidity.

Even if it's just to atone for her sins, Misha hopes she can take good care of these children. She knows that this idea is selfish and foolish; she's just forcibly projecting the image of her family onto these children.

She... isn't such a kind person.

"Boren, eat slowly."

Misha reached out and gently patted the back of a little boy who had choked from eating too fast, helping him swallow his food.

"Okay, Sister Misha... Sister Misha, aren't you coming to eat? There's still so much left! It's so delicious!" Bolun's eyes sparkled. This was a delicacy he had never tasted before. If he had to use the only adjective he knew to describe it, it would be that it was so delicious he was about to die.

"I've already eaten, you guys can eat."

Misha smiled faintly, immersed in the warmth of playing the role of a family.

She didn't know how long the dream would last, but she... didn't want to wake up so soon.

On the other side of the safe house, Amiya glanced at the obedient and docile King Killer and couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

Even a loose-fitting sweatshirt couldn't conceal the regicide's graceful figure, and her tight jeans accentuated her slightly plump, postpartum-ready shape. At times, she exuded a pure and beautiful aura, like a vibrant girl next door. At other times, she appeared languid and adorable, making one instinctively want to care for her.

Because the Kingslayer had been eating, she wasn't wearing a mask, revealing her cute face. However, the sauce smudged around her mouth made her look a little silly.

The Kingslayer possesses an ambiguous quality, hovering between a mature woman and a young girl. When she pierces through enemies on the battlefield like a peerless weapon, her cold eyes are devoid of any emotion, mechanically revealing a chilling rejection. But when it comes to Lin Lu, she transforms from a fierce wolf into a loyal dog, wagging her tail expectantly, waiting for Lin Lu to pat her head.

They truly are one of my most formidable rivals, but I will not lose.

Amiya narrowed her eyes, her azure pupils gleaming with an unusual light, staring directly at the Kingslayer.

The Kingslayer felt Amiya's enthusiastic gaze once again, and couldn't help but smile shyly, silently straightening his back and adopting a serious posture.

Subconsciously, Amiya greatly admired her and regarded her as an idol. After all, it was only natural that a charming, intelligent, and beautiful older sister like her would attract a young girl like Amiya who hadn't even grown up yet—that's what the Kingslayer thought.

Amiya's eyes widened as she stared at the Kingslayer's towering breasts, which swayed violently as he straightened his back. She involuntarily gasped, her long rabbit ears perking up slightly. She felt challenged—sure enough, big-breasted girls are always the enemy!

Amiya, are you alright?

Lin Lu heard Amiya gasp and asked in confusion.

"No, it's nothing, Doctor. My situation here... is quite complicated, I..."

Amiya gripped the microphone tightly, afraid to directly reveal her predicament, as she was now the leader of the squad.

As a leader, you must never show a lack of confidence in front of your subordinates. If you're not even sure about a decision, who will believe you? As a superior, even when issuing uncertain instructions, you must project an attitude of complete control. Otherwise, how can your subordinates be convinced?

"Amiya."

Lin Lu called Amiya's name, employing a subtle conversational technique to make his voice clear and resonant, calming Amiya's turbulent emotions like a reassuring stone. This speaking technique is often used in negotiations to assert one's presence... and also in relationships to regulate hormones, creating an atmosphere before things get intimate, and building a romantic mood for what's to come.

"I, I'm..."

Amiya held the microphone, staring blankly ahead, drool slightly escaping from her lips, her mind filled with the Doctor calling her name. Fortunately, she snapped out of it in time and didn't drool in public, otherwise her image as a leader would have been ruined.

How can the doctor's voice be so beautiful?!

It's so arousing, no, it's amazing! This feeling! I really want to record it as my alarm clock ringtone. Damn it, why doesn't it connect directly to my mobile device... Amiya was a little dizzy. She tried hard to control her expression and not laugh too obviously.

"I trust your judgment, Amiya."

Lin Lu's voice seemed to come from beyond the heavens. Amiya heard it vaguely, but her thoughts were clear.

“Amiya, just do what you want and don’t worry about the consequences. Go for it, do whatever you want to do. Whatever the outcome, I will be there for you.” Lin Lu said softly, his words brimming with unparalleled confidence. “You have to be able to admit that what is right is right. Do what you believe is right, Amiya.”

The call was then abruptly ended.

Lin Lu offered no advice on Amiya's current situation, even though he knew that Amiya's safe house in the slum was surrounded by the Reunion Movement and the new generation of Lungmen, and that Amiya would face one problem after another.

Whether it's confronting the Infected of the Reunion Movement head-on, dealing with the brutality of the Lungmen newcomers, facing pressure from the Lungmen Guard Bureau, or various other difficult choices... and whether to take Misha away and hand her over to Lungmen, all these questions will be placed before Amiya, leaving her to make her own decisions.

Lin Lu can certainly resolve everything for Amiya, but he can't make decisions for Amiya forever.

If one day Lin Lu is forced to confront his heavy past and once again step onto the path of reversed blood flow, then... he hopes he can push the girl onto the throne and bury himself in the last night.

Even if I never see the dawn of the next day again.

"...I understand, Doctor."

Amiya slowly placed the microphone back on the communication device. When Razer asked her with concern, she shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

"Whatever the outcome, will you share the burden with me...?"

Amiya silently clenched her fist. In other words, this was practically a marriage proposal, wasn't it? Didn't it mean—whether rich or poor, in health or sickness, in the good times or the bad, when the other person needs you most, can you stay by their side and never leave them forever?

"I can!"