The Overworked Beta and the Paranoid Alpha 34

Chapter 34: Real or Fake Cat

A port on the coast of the lower district.

This port was abandoned about twenty years ago. That day, a worker accidentally threw a cigarette butt, igniting the port’s warehouse. Even though the firefighters extinguished the fire in time, it still resulted in ten deaths.

Since then, there have been rumors of ghosts at the port. Many night shift workers claimed that at twelve midnight, they would always see an old man in a black robe with a beard like octopus tentacles, holding a brown-eyed black cat, wandering in the night sky.

Later, it was confirmed by the police and medical experts that the workers who had experienced the fire had developed post-traumatic stress disorder, leading to schizophrenia with auditory and visual hallucinations.

As for why they all saw the same octopus monster old man and the same cat, the expert’s explanation was: they had all experienced the same terrible fire. Perhaps a certain toxic gas at the fire scene had caused their brains to produce a certain synchronous vibration, and it was this vibration that made them have the same hallucination.

At first, many port workers scoffed at it. Some had worked here for a few years, some for decades, and it was the first time they had heard such a mysterious thing. Moreover, they had to support their families, and a change of job would have a considerable impact on their families.

It was not until more and more colleagues developed symptoms of schizophrenia that they truly realized that this was no joke.

More and more people chose to resign. Compared to becoming a mentally ill person who could not take care of themselves and burden their families, the impact of resigning and changing jobs was smaller.

Just like that, the port gradually became empty.

Later, the owner of the port sold it to a company called Joseph Technology. The company’s headquarters was in the main city of Capital Star, and it was a well-known large company. Just as the surrounding residents thought that the port was about to regain its former liveliness, the port was surrounded by Joseph Technology. The port was still deserted, with only guards with fierce dogs at the main gate. Occasionally, aircraft or land vehicles would drive in and out.

From then on, the port exuded a dangerous atmosphere. The residents living nearby no longer dared to approach it. Even when passing by, they would pull down the brims of their hats, hold their children’s hands, and walk quickly, not daring to linger for a moment.

“Octopus-bearded old man and a black cat? Seriously?” Peter sneered and said to Qiuyue, who was sitting opposite him, “Do you believe this nonsense?”

“Usually not,” Qiuyue looked out the car window and said coldly.

“Usually? Meaning, there’s still a certain probability that you’ll believe this kind of mystical nonsense?”

Peter, completely disregarding the respiratory safety of the people in the car, took out a cigarette case from the inner pocket of his jacket, pinched a cigarette, and put it in his mouth. Qiuyue’s expression was still cold, but his movements in serving Peter were extremely skilled.

Qiuyue picked up a lighter, pressed the ignition switch, and a flame lit up. The red tip of the flame lit the cigarette, which soon turned into wisps of white smoke.

Peter took a drag of the white smoke and blew it in Qiuyue’s face. Qiuyue’s expression did not change, as if Peter had never done such a thing.

A little interesting.

Peter smiled. “You’re my favorite subordinate, Qiuyue.”

“Thank you,” Qiuyue turned his head and looked at him.

“The thing I like most about you is that you don’t try to be clever,” Peter said.

“Thank you for the compliment,” Qiuyue’s lips twitched.

Soon, the car stopped. Qiuyue got out first. He stood by the car door, holding the handle tightly, waiting for Peter to get out. Another subordinate got out from the front seat, went to the trunk, and took out a cello case.

Just as Peter was about to take the case, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his cheek. The pain was so intense that it felt like someone was using a scalpel to slowly peel his skin and flesh apart. The pain made it difficult for Peter to breathe.

“There’s one more thing.”

Peter touched his cheek. His cheek was mostly covered by a metal mask. It was all because of a fire. He had suffered third-degree burns on his face, and his flesh was a bloody mess. The doctor had no choice but to give him a special medical metal mask to protect his remaining facial features.

Peter said grimly, “Where’s my ‘foreplay’?”

The subordinate and Qiuyue exchanged a look. Qiuyue sighed and took a small bottle of medicine from his pocket. Don’t misunderstand, this was just ordinary painkillers. Peter liked to call painkillers “foreplay,” partly because he had many disgusting and strange fetishes, and partly because only painkillers could give a person like him, who was covered in scars from body to soul, a little pleasant comfort.

After swallowing the pill, Peter tilted his head up and moved his limbs. The joints of his arms and cervical spine cracked, like a machine that had just been lubricated. The pain disappeared, and Peter looked much more energetic.

“Woohoo!”

Peter let out a monkey-like cry and opened the case. Inside were several MP5 laser submachine guns. Oh, they looked like a work of art, a work of art carved from the bones of an alien, an elegant and deadly work of art. At the thought of another life being lost at its muzzle, Peter couldn’t help but laugh excitedly again.

“Let’s go,” Peter said. “Let’s go empty the magazines.”

“Vulcan is a huge conspiracy.”

“Joseph Technology is a group of terrible, profit-driven capitalist lunatics.”

“The reconstruction of Jupiter is eighty percent complete. I know that if I don’t act now, it will be too late. So I spent all my savings and hired a helper to ‘invite’ Vulcan out of the Interstellar Central Bank.”

“You’ve all seen my fate.”

Charles Brown sighed. His eyes, surrounded by dark circles, were filled with deep fatigue.

“I have one last piece of advice. It doesn’t matter whether that gem is real or fake,” Charles said. “What’s important is Jupiter, not Vulcan. Only when Jupiter is completely destroyed can everything return to peace.”

So, where on earth is Vulcan?

This was what everyone present wanted to know.

A tabby cat suddenly appeared on the screen. Charles held the cat in his arms. He first gently stroked the cat’s head, then gently pulled the collar on the cat’s neck. The cat’s pupils suddenly dilated, and the whole cat became as still as a sculpture.

“This is…”

Della held her breath. This was not a real cat. This was just a simulation robot cat with the appearance of a cat.

The cat’s abdomen automatically opened, revealing a mechanical abdominal cavity. Inside the cavity was the gem.

The next moment, the computer screen crackled and turned gray.

“What should we do now?”

Della turned her head and looked at RV and Claire, who were sitting behind her. After Della’s phone’s anti-virus application had successfully killed the virus, it had automatically sent a message to RV and Claire, telling them to meet at the information technology department.

“I’ve seen that cat,” Claire said. “I saw it in the surveillance video of the Beka Hotel.”

RV said, “It seems we have to go to the Beka Hotel in person again.”

I hope we don’t encounter any danger this time.

After all, the fate of Wen En and Romeo was deeply imprinted in their minds. It could even be said that they were a little traumatized.

Beka Hotel.

The old man at the front desk was leisurely smoking and petting the small cat lying on his lap.

Suddenly, the cat’s fur stood on end. It stood up, its eyes narrowed into two slits. Its fangs were bared, and it hissed at the shop entrance.

The old man thought it was just the cat’s daily tantrum and didn’t pay much attention. He just stroked and scratched the cat’s head to comfort it. But the cat hissed at him, bit him, and ran away.

“Damn cat!”

The old man shouted angrily and stood up shakily. This cat had been picked up by the cleaner he had hired at the shop entrance. He had kept it because it was cute. Although the old man let it roam free and hardly ever fed it, he guessed that it usually ate some mice, cockroaches, and small birds. But anyway, he didn’t have to spend money on food, so he didn’t care what the cat ate.

It was usually quite docile. He didn’t know what was wrong with it today, to suddenly go crazy and bite him.

“Ding-ling—”

The wind chime at the door rang. The old man couldn’t be bothered with the dead cat anymore. He walked up to greet the guest, but when he saw who the guest was this time, his face instantly changed.

“Peter,” the old man said the name with difficulty, as if it were some unspeakable taboo.

When Peter saw the old man, his mouth formed an arch, the corners of his mouth pulled down. He didn’t say anything, but directly raised the MP5 submachine gun and shot the old man in the knee.

The speed was so fast that the old man’s brain didn’t have time to react. His body knelt on the ground, clutching the leg whose joint was completely shattered and was almost only connected by blood vessels, muscles, and nerves. A tragic scream came from his throat.

“Ugh— my leg, my leg!! I need to call an ambulance, ugh, it hurts so much…”

Tears flowed from his eyes and dripped into the red blood.

The old man arched his body and wriggled forward like a worm, reaching out to grab the communicator, but a black leather shoe stepped on the back of his hand. The full weight of an adult man was pressed on the sole of the shoe, and the pressure was then transmitted from the sole to the back of his hand. The old man screamed again. The back of his hand was about to be crushed.

“You old fool, are you senile?” Peter increased the pressure, grinding the old man’s hand, and said viciously, “Do you think I’m a welfare nursing home? I give you money every month, not for you to retire here and live a leisurely life!”

“I don’t understand, Peter, I don’t understand…” the old man cried and begged for mercy.

“I’m being watched,” Peter said through gritted teeth. “It’s all because of your senile fool’s negligence. I’m being watched by the Interstellar Special Police.”

“How could that be…” the old man cried. He didn’t understand how an old man at the front desk could have anything to do with the Interstellar Special Police from the main city.

“Think about where you were negligent in hell,” Peter said.

“No, Peter…”

Before the old man could beg for mercy again, the muzzle of the submachine gun was pointed at his forehead. In an instant, the old man’s brain was like a watermelon that had fallen to the ground, shattered into pieces, its juices splattering everywhere.

“Search all the rooms in this dilapidated hotel,” Peter ordered his men with a blank expression. “Leave no one alive.”

Peter went up to the second floor.

In the second-floor corridor, a cleaner stopped pushing his cart and looked at him in surprise.

“Sir…”

The cleaner had just said one word when he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He looked down. The blood from his chest was like a broken water pipe, spurting out. The cleaner’s face turned pale, and he soon fell onto the cart.

Peter pointed to the subordinate with the unibrow and said, “You search this floor.” Then he pointed to Qiuyue and said, “You search the third floor. I and the others will search the floors above the fourth.”

“Yes,” the others replied and quickly dispersed to take action.

Watching the boss’s figure disappear in the stairwell, the unibrow subordinate let out a sigh of relief and stretched.

Being Peter’s subordinate was really stressful. After all, Peter’s personality was really capricious, more changeable than the climate of the lower district’s port. One second it could be sunny, and the next, a hurricane with huge waves could land on the shore, sweeping away everything.

He whistled and ruthlessly kicked open the door of every room he passed. Most of these rooms were empty, and a few were occupied.

“Hey, you’re so rude!”

Unibrow kicked open a door. In this room, two thin Omegas were leaning against a fat Alpha. Seeing someone break in, the Omegas screamed in fright, got up from the bed, and used pillows to cover their bodies.

The Alpha, on the other hand, ran up naked to reason with Unibrow. But he hadn’t taken two steps when he saw the submachine gun in Unibrow’s hand. His face turned pale with fear, and his dick went limp.

“Are you ready to go to heaven?” Unibrow said with a malicious smile. “There are a hundred virgin Omega angels waiting for you in heaven.”

With that, he pulled the trigger.

The two Omegas were like two frightened possums, hugging each other, screaming and trembling.

The Alpha’s blood flowed to their feet. One of the Omegas couldn’t help but vomit. The smell of blood mixed with the sour smell of vomit. Oh, it was disgusting.

Of course, the unibrow subordinate would not pity them. He was not a doctor, nor a priest, and he had no strange fetish for saving prostitutes. He sent them to heaven, to be reunited with the Alpha.