The Overworked Beta and the Paranoid Alpha 86

Chapter 86: Do You Have Any Strange Fetishes?

“He’s right,” RV nodded, and no one noticed his eyes suddenly darken, as if he had remembered something from the past.

“There should be countermeasures, right?” Wen En said. “Has the medical technology of Planet T27 really been stagnant for these past decades?”

“Of course there are countermeasures. Hehehe, Wen En, your words are really sharp,” Tara said with a laugh. “With the development of technology, we of course have a special four-in-one protective mask that protects against insects, harmful gases, ultraviolet rays, and sandstorms.”

As expected, you won’t say it unless I ask, Wen En glanced at Tara.

“Actually, I also agree that luring these ‘scorpions’ into the oasis to eliminate them is the best choice,” Tara’s hand was on the table, his fingers tapping lightly and slowly on the tabletop.

He said, “Lure them to the herdsmen’s grazing area. There are no residents there. It might hurt a few poor cattle and sheep, but it won’t hurt any innocent people.”

“That would be for the best, Mr. Tara,” RV said. RV had a deep understanding of Mr. Tara’s changeable personality.

“Then how do we lure them?” Wen En said. “If I remember correctly, the detention center where the Scotch brothers are being held is in the city, near the courthouse.” Of course, Wen En knew that this was to facilitate bringing the criminals to the interstellar court.

“I know there’s also a courthouse in the southern grazing area,” Tara said. “It was established to handle the daily disputes of the herdsmen. We can escort the Scotch brothers there, as bait. The scorpions will definitely appear when the court is in session.”

“No,” Wen En said. “Isn’t this just saying, ‘Yes, I’m a trap. Come and step in’? These illegal mercenaries may not be very educated, but they are definitely not stupid enough to ignore such an obvious trap.”

“That’s very reasonable,” Tara waved his hand and said helplessly, “Alright, I’m out of ideas. I’m curious, what methods do you have?”

Wen En propped up his chin and thought for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders helplessly, indicating that he also had no ideas.

Just as everyone except for Romeo was silent in thought, Della’s voice suddenly broke the brief peace.

“Qiuyue’s coordinates have moved,” Della said. “He just got off the hotel elevator and is now heading out of the hotel.”

“Should we follow him?” Della looked at RV and asked. Wen En also looked at RV.

“Let’s go,” RV said decisively.

“Alright,” Wen En stood up and said, “I’ll go. The rest of you stay here.”

“I’ll go too,” Romeo said quickly. “Wen En, it’s too dangerous for you to be alone.”

“You’re going?” Tara said sarcastically. “I’m afraid you’ll just be a hindrance to Wen En.”

“You!” Romeo said angrily. “It’s better than you, who only talks nonsense and never takes any action.”

“Alright, alright, you come along too,” Wen En’s ears were hurting from the noise, so he agreed to Romeo’s words.

He turned his head and did not forget to say to Tara, “Mr. Tara, please contact the people at the police department. If there’s an accident, we may need your help.”

“No problem,” Tara agreed quickly.

It was worth mentioning that this time, Tara did not take the opportunity to say any disgusting or harassing words (although he was still verbally abusive to Romeo).

Tara took out his work ID, said a string of numbers, and then said, “My aircraft is in the parking garage on the roof. You can start it with my work ID.”

Wen En breathed a sigh of relief and thought, Thank heavens. He patted his shoulder and said politely, “Thank you, Mr. Tara.”

“I’m just doing what’s within my duty, Mr. Wen En,” Tara was also very polite.

Romeo just crossed his arms and watched it all with a cold eye, because he didn’t trust Tara at all in his heart. Tara must still be planning something.

Romeo had a guess in his mind: Could it be that Tara lent them the aircraft to show it off?

After all, this thing was not cheap. However, since Tara was in a high position and was financially free, it was not difficult for him to buy an aircraft.

“I’ve got it,” Wen En took the backpack that RV had handed him. Seeing that Romeo was still standing there, thinking about something, he said helplessly, “Or you can just stay here.”

“I won’t. The thought of breathing the same air as someone in the same room makes me sick,” Romeo quickly followed.

“Hmph, I’ll deal with you after the mission is over, you bastard,” seeing Romeo follow Wen En into the elevator, a few seconds before the door closed, Tara mocked loudly.

Wen En pressed the button for the top floor of the Sailboat Hotel. Soon, the elevator reached the top floor, and the elevator doors opened. The two walked out. Wen En, according to the number code Tara had given him, quickly found Tara’s aircraft in an open space.

As Romeo had guessed, it was a brand new aircraft of a well-known brand. Its color was as dark as the night, and its lines were smooth. It looked very cool and expensive.

Wen En didn’t think much of it, because he also had a cool car. Since Tara was financially free, it was normal for him to have a cool aircraft.

Seeing that Wen En didn’t think much of it, Romeo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After Wen En opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat of the aircraft, Romeo also sat in the co-pilot’s seat.

The interior of the aircraft looked even more advanced. Next to the oval-shaped steering wheel was a 360-degree, six-dimensional holographic projection of the aircraft’s exterior.

“Hello, please enter your ID,” a mechanical prompt came from the speaker at their feet.

Wen En took out Tara’s work ID and placed it in front. The camera inside the aircraft keenly captured the information on the work ID. “Input successful. Welcome, master.”

When the mechanical voice said the word “master,” Wen En clearly heard that the originally calm mechanical voice had become low, like a throat that had drunk a large mouthful of sparkling water, speaking with a bubbly voice.

Wen En: “…Maybe I heard wrong.”

Romeo: “I heard it too.”

Wen En: “…Oh.”

Tara might really have some strange fetishes.

“Here’s one for you,” Wen En placed a micro-earpiece in Romeo’s palm, and then put another one in his own ear, and instructed Romeo, “We must stay in touch.”

Then, he took out a box containing contact lenses, and put on the contact lenses that had a special chip, which could transmit the scene in front of him to Della’s computer.

“Okay,” Romeo nodded and put on the earpiece.

“Hello, hello, hello, can you hear me?” Della’s voice came from the earpiece.

“The sound is very clear,” Wen En replied.

“Same here. The audio and video are very clear,” Della said. “I’ve already transmitted Qiuyue’s real-time location information to the aircraft’s system. Please check.”

“Okay, roger,” Wen En said.

“The system will automatically fasten your seatbelt for you. I wish you a safe journey, master,” after the mechanical bubble voice finished speaking, the projection image next to the steering wheel turned into a large-scale, blue, six-dimensional holographic map, with a red dot moving.

Wen En knew that this moving red dot was Qiuyue.

“Roger,” Wen En said, stepping on the gas. “We’re off.”

As the aircraft moved, the clouds in the sky became fewer and fewer, the sky became bluer, and the sun became brighter.

If you looked down from the aircraft’s window, you could see that the grass on the ground was also gradually turning from emerald green to withered yellow.

Finally, they passed through a few high bridges made of concrete and steel, and stopped at an empty landing field.

The aircraft’s cabin door opened, and Romeo crawled out of the co-pilot’s seat, his face pale.

Damn it, the aircraft was so shaky he wanted to throw up. Wen En’s driving skills were a bit scary.

“It’s not that exaggerated,” Wen En got out of the driver’s seat and helplessly handed Romeo a box of mints—these were the mints that Tara had left on the aircraft.

Romeo quickly took the mints, put two in his mouth. The minty fragrance and the sweetness of the candy made him feel much better.

Alright, it was Wen En’s fault. He really wasn’t very good at flying this type of aircraft.

“Why don’t you just rest in the aircraft?” Wen En said.

“I’m much better now. Let’s go,” Romeo had no desire to sit in Tara’s aircraft. He pulled Wen En’s hand and quickly left this place.

“Hey, slow down. Let me look at the map,” Wen En said, opening the map on his communicator as he walked.

“Qiuyue is… there,” he pointed to a huge skyscraper not far ahead.

A familiar logo was hanging on the top of the skyscraper.

The logo of Joseph Hall Biotechnology.