Chapter 78
“I won’t!” Romeo hugged Wen En’s waist and kissed his face angrily.
Tara was so angry he turned red. He waved his fists and was about to rush over to fight with Romeo again, but he was held back by the few subordinates he had brought with him.
“Come on, you think I’m afraid of you?!” Romeo was not to be outdone. If it weren’t for Wen En and RV holding him back, the 174th floor would have been a lively scene.
“Alright, are you done yet?!” Wen En immediately gave each of them a fair punch on the head.
Tara’s few subordinates gasped when they saw their boss being hit. They didn’t step forward to seek justice for Tara, but just observed his expression. Seeing that Tara was not actually very angry, they didn’t know what to say and just stood behind him, advising him not to be like this.
Romeo and Tara clutched their heads, and only then did they quiet down a little, although they still looked like they were not convinced by each other.
“Ahem,” RV cleared his throat. “Mr. Tara, I have something to tell you…” RV quickly pulled Tara to the computer and used work matters to divert his attention.
“Tsk,” Romeo clicked his tongue in disdain, using a sound to express Tara’s rudeness.
“Alright, don’t argue with him so much,” Wen En reached out, pinched Romeo’s chin, and turned his face from the other side, forcing him to look at him. “Look at me, Roy.”
“What did you call me?” Romeo said with a hint of shyness in his surprise.
“Your other name,” Wen En said. “The one that doesn’t sound so artistic.”
“Oh…”
Wait, why would Wen En suddenly call him Roy? Romeo lowered his eyes and unconsciously became fidgety. It was a very ordinary name, but in Wen En’s mouth, it sounded like an intimate nickname. “Roy, focus your attention on me, okay?”
“I…”
“If you see me getting entangled with other Alphas, Betas, or Omegas, what would you think?” Wen En continued, “You would feel bad, right?”
Romeo nodded.
“So would I. So I don’t want you to always look at other men, even if that person is an Alpha,” Wen En looked into Romeo’s eyes, his gaze filled with seriousness. But Romeo saw another emotion in those dark eyes: a faint, possessive desire.
Romeo swallowed. He only felt his heart pound again, his face burning, and he couldn’t breathe.
“So, no matter what Tara does, you don’t have to care about him,” Wen En touched Romeo’s face and said, “You just need to focus all your attention on me.”
Romeo nodded frantically, the force almost shaking his brain into a pulp before he stopped.
“Alright, alright,” Wen En was speechless. He had guessed right. Romeo really fell for the “overbearing CEO’s forced love” routine.
Forget it, it doesn’t matter which routine he falls for. Wen En just hoped that he and Tara would have fewer conflicts.
On the other side, RV was discussing work with Tara.
“You guys, take these people away,” Tara ordered his subordinates.
“Yes,” the subordinate said.
The four Omegas were heartbroken and were taken away without any struggle. The big Scotch’s face was ashen. The little Scotch still wanted to struggle. He spat the rag stuffed in his mouth onto the face of one of Tara’s subordinates, wanting to take the opportunity to escape, but he was pinned to the ground by the other subordinates and beaten dozens of times. Only then did the little Scotch give in and was taken away, enduring the pain.
After these criminals were gone, Tara looked at the computer screen.
“Who is he?” Tara’s gaze was fixed on a portrait on the computer screen.
“Oh, him,” RV looked closely. It was an old acquaintance. “This is Qiuyue, Peter’s subordinate, and also one of our capture targets.”
“Oh~” Tara said thoughtfully, “What crime did he commit?”
“Intentional homicide, murder,” RV said. “And illegal smuggling of goods, robbery, etc. In short, his crimes are serious. When we catch him, according to the laws of the Federation Empire, he won’t be able to escape a life sentence.”
“I see,” Tara smiled. “That sounds interesting.”
“…Haha, you’re joking,” RV was at a loss, and then he felt a chill run down his spine.
No, are you serious? Please, have some professional ethics. Have you forgotten that you represent the official police department of Planet T27? How can you say such a outrageous thing as “it sounds interesting” about a criminal’s crimes?
This is not what a chief of the Interstellar Special Police of Planet T27 should say!!!
RV deeply felt that Planet T27 had a big problem in terms of ideology and morality. Recalling that not long ago, Tara had even wanted to interfere in the relationship between Wen En and Romeo and be the third party… RV was really terrified!
“So where are we with the clues for his capture?” Tara asked with a super casual and nonchalant expression.
“EMM, let me sort out the clues,” RV thought for a moment and said, “At this time, Qiuyue is in the Sailboat Hotel. He stole a hotel staff’s work card and wanted to go to the 174th floor. We think he was probably trying to find the Scotch brothers, so we intercepted him on the 50th floor.”
At this moment, Della, who was closely observing Qiuyue’s movements through the surveillance video, exclaimed, “Hey, Qiuyue has disappeared from the surveillance.”
“Did he go back to his room?” RV said.
Della shrugged, “I’m not sure. He might have entered a surveillance blind spot.”
At this moment, Tara, on the side, said, “You’re right. The fire escape of the Sailboat Hotel has no surveillance. If he wants to go to the 175th floor, or wants to leave the hotel without being discovered, then leaving through the fire escape is a good choice.”
But if Qiuyue wanted to continue to the 175th floor from the fire escape, then he had to climb at least 125 floors of stairs. If he wanted to leave, he had to go down at least 50 floors.
Della and RV looked at each other. Even for professional agents like them, climbing so many floors at once would be exhausting. How could Qiuyue climb so well? Was his meniscus made of iron?
At this moment, Tara made a suggestion, “I can go down the fire escape stairs and help you catch this despicable little mouse.”
“Oh, no,” RV said. “We want to use him to catch a bigger fish. You know, the criminal behind him, Peter, is very cunning. If Qiuyue is caught and Peter is alerted, it would be bad if he escapes.”
“I see,” Tara thought for a moment and said, “Then I’ll just scare him a little and let him go.”
“…That’s also an option,” RV said, while thinking in his heart, Don’t play him to death.
Apparently, Della had the same concern. She said, “Then please bring the iris sensor. We can monitor your safety at any time.”
Tara was an Alpha, and a professionally trained one at that. He was the best and top special agent on Planet T27. He had reached such a high position at a young age, so he was definitely not as simple as Romeo had said. On the contrary, his gun-like eyes often flashed with a cunning and treacherous light.
RV was not worried about Tara. He was just worried that Qiuyue would really be killed by Tara. This was his first mission with Tara, and he didn’t know how heavy-handed Tara was.
“Of course,” Tara smiled slightly. “Don’t worry, I’m very measured with Omegas.”
“Especially good-looking Omegas like Qiuyue.”
With that, he licked his lips, as if he had seen a delicious pistachio caramel pie.
RV, Della: …
A little hard to evaluate, and is it necessary to make such an extra move?
And just now he was talking about being Wen En’s third lover, and now he’s turning around and sexually harassing other Omegas. Isn’t this change a little too fast? This guy is really all talk. As expected, an Alpha’s mouth is a lying ghost.
Despite their complaints, RV still took out a small box containing the iris sensor from the kitchen drawer. It was actually a contact lens case less than a third of the size of a palm.
RV carefully opened the box. Inside, it was filled with a transparent artificial tissue fluid, and in the fluid were two transparent, thin-as-a-cicada’s-wing artificial irises.
Of course, these were no ordinary contact lenses. They were embedded with micro-nano chips and robots that could capture the scene in front of the wearer and transmit it to the computer on the 174th floor. And this contact lens also had an infrared night vision function, which could assist the wearer in night operations.
“Thank you,” Tara said.
Tara went to the sink, washed his hands, and then squeezed two pumps of alcohol-free disinfectant into his palm, completely disinfecting both hands. Then, after the disinfectant had dried, his fingertips gently touched one of the contact lenses soaking in the tissue fluid. He took out the lens, opened his left eye wide, and gently placed the contact lens in the center of his eye. He blinked, and after confirming that the contact lens was comfortable in his eye, he put on the other contact lens in the same way.
“Connection successful,” Della said, looking at the computer screen.
“Understood,” Tara patted the non-existent dust on his jacket and said, “I’m leaving now.”
Fire escape stairwell.
Qiuyue climbed up a flight of stairs and looked at the sign for the 70th floor. He wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and took a few deep breaths.
This was really tiring.
Qiuyue rubbed his sore legs, sat on the steps, and decided to rest for a moment.
After all, based on his understanding of the Scotch brothers, they would have to party for a few more days before they left Planet T27.
According to the statistics of the Interstellar Federation Empire, in Capital Star alone, tens of thousands of people died in parties every year. The causes of death were allergies caused by alcohol, heart and brain infarction, or complications caused by drug abuse. There were also cases of people losing consciousness due to drunkenness and drug abuse, and falling into a swimming pool and never coming out.
For Peter, it would be best if the Scotch brothers died in a party.
As he repeatedly mulled over the mission Peter had given him, a look of confusion appeared on Qiuyue’s face.
He looked up and, for the umpteenth time, looked at the high, endless spiral staircase, and a strange emotion arose.
His hands were trembling, not because he was too tired, but because he was afraid.
A tear slid from the corner of his eye. He was a little confused. He thought, I don’t know when this staircase will end.
Soon, he suppressed the emotions in his heart. After all, there was nothing here. He could only sort out his feelings and continue on his way.
He climbed another 28 floors and finally saw the sign for the 98th floor. He leaned against the wall and rested for a few more minutes. Just as he was about to continue upwards, he suddenly heard footsteps:
“Clack—clack—”
Qiuyue stopped, frowning. He hadn’t paid much attention to this sound at first. After all, it was normal for this fire escape to have some strange sounds from time to time.
But he actually smelled a strange smell of petroleum.
No, this is not just the smell of petroleum. This is also the smell of a high-level Alpha’s pheromones.
Most of the staff at the Sailboat Hotel were Betas. Only a very few senior management were Alphas, but the management had their own elevators and had no need to take the fire escape.
Qiuyue only felt the hair on his body stand on end. Who on earth is this Alpha? Is he a hotel guest? Why would a hotel guest be here? Why would he climb the stairs when there’s an elevator?
