Chapter 56 Temporary Transfer, Heat Source, End of the Farce: Princess Carry and Single...

The staff member on duty at Daraa Port yawned.

He thought he was hallucinating because he had been staying up too late.

Otherwise, why would a research submarine worth millions, which had been stored in a university laboratory on the lower level of Dala Port for many years, have disappeared?

When the staff member rubbed his eyes for the third time and confirmed that he was indeed awake, he panicked completely.

He grabbed the access card and ran towards the lower level of Dala Port, his left foot tapping his right.

Along the way, he prayed in his heart that the research submarine had simply been moved to a different location and removed from the surveillance view without his knowledge when he took leave to go home some time ago.

otherwise……

otherwise……

Given his level of understanding, he wouldn't even know what should follow "otherwise" here.

In short, whatever the content, it was definitely not something an ordinary person like him could handle.

Just as the duty officer opened the lower warehouse of Dala Port, where the research submarine was stored, a unique fishy smell and coolness of the seawater at night rushed towards him.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that the pool in the lower warehouse, which was connected to the seawater of Dara Port, was now open.

The trapped seawater rippled and splashed against the metal walls as the pumps below operated, creating small waves.

The base station, which houses the research submarine and is connected to the pool by two guide rails, was empty at the time.

Upon seeing this scene, the staff on duty felt utterly despondent.

It was obvious that the research submarine had been stolen.

He wiped the large beads of sweat from his forehead and, while walking unsteadily toward the pool, dialed the emergency number for the executor.

Perhaps it was nervousness, or perhaps it was fear, but his hands were shaking so badly that he kept misclicking the large numbers on the screen.

Just as the staff member on duty finally dialed the correct number and was about to press the call button, the previously calm pool suddenly churned, startling him so much that he stumbled back three meters and fell to the ground, dropping his phone to the side.

With a splash, a huge black shadow burst out of the pool and precisely embedded itself in the two silver tracks.

The water droplets that slid off the shadowy figure soaked the staff on duty like a downpour.

However, the staff on duty couldn't care less about that.

He seemed frozen in place, staring intently at the dark shadow that gradually slid along the track until it revealed its true form in the light.

Although its appearance has changed significantly, based on the text printed on the metal plate on its side, there is no doubt that it is the missing research submarine.

After the research submarine arrived at the base station along the slide rail, several robotic arms automatically extended from the top of the base station, continuously checking the indicators and conditions of various components of the submarine, and after completing the checks, retracting all the unfolded metal plates that resembled fish fins in sequence.

Having accomplished all this, the robotic arms moved neatly to the front of the research submarine, assuming a slightly odd posture from top to bottom and from the inside out.

At the same time, the front of the research submarine slowly parted to the sides, and a tall figure, backlit, stepped down step by step on the mechanical arms.

It turns out it's a staircase! Those robotic arms make up the staircase!

From this perspective, the staff on duty could not see the other person's face clearly, but they could feel that the other person had a commanding and strategic aura in their every move.

In short, they are not beings I can afford to offend.

So the staff on duty immediately lowered their heads, trying to minimize their presence.

As he wished, after the man got off the research submarine, he didn't even glance at the duty officer next to him. Instead, he turned around and stood facing the tall submarine.

The man made a few gestures on the control panel, and the robotic arms that had been arranged in a staircase pattern started moving again, working together to remove a capsule-shaped glass jar from the rear of the research submarine.

After gently lifting the glass jar to the person, one of the free robotic arms carefully lifted the watertight lid on top of the jar, much like a butler.

In stark contrast to his previous indifference, the man carefully bent down and picked up the contents of the glass jar, holding it to his chest.

It wasn't until the person turned around that the staff realized there was actually a person lying in the glass jar.

He's still a man.

Although we don't know what the man went through or why he was brought back in a glass jar from a research submarine, judging from his deathly pale complexion, it probably wasn't anything good.

Upon realizing this, the staff member's curiosity completely vanished, and fear once again took over his mind.

He turned around again and began to flee, using both his hands and feet.

Just as he grabbed his phone, which had fallen to the side, and tried to press the green button on the screen to call the police, the call page on his phone unexpectedly crashed automatically.

As if inspired by this unexpected event, the staff on duty suddenly realized something important.

This person was able to bypass all security systems and sneak into Dala Port silently, and directly "borrow" a research submarine without going through any procedures, and even drive that obviously extremely complicated operating system on his own.

Its origins must be extraordinary.

So, for someone like this, is their "report" really meaningful?

Thinking about this, the staff member on duty began to struggle between their professional ethics and their rational selfishness.

From an official standpoint, he should have contacted the executive officer immediately to report the situation and insisted on keeping the man there until the executive officer arrived.

Personally, he really didn't want to be enemies with such a powerful being that he couldn't even describe in words.

He was just an ordinary person, doing an ordinary job and receiving the same salary on time.

Holding his phone, the staff member turned around and secretly glanced at the figure.

Despite his actions, the other person didn't even glance at him, their entire focus on the man in his arms.

From the other party's actions, the staff on duty sensed a lack of concern.

In other words, no matter what you do, the other party is certain that you will not have any adverse effects on them.

Given this, it becomes obvious what the optimal solution is for oneself.

Finally, the staff member on duty put the phone back in his pocket.

“I wasn’t here tonight.”

He bowed to the figure, then backed away from the lower level of the Dala Port while still bent over.

"I've been on duty in the duty room all night."

After stepping out of the room, he straightened up, swiped his card to close the door, and deleted the corresponding door opening record in front of the other person before the door was completely closed.

"Everything is normal in Port Daraa tonight."

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In fact, there was no need for the duty officer to take the initiative. As meticulous as Yuan Jianxing was, he would have naturally destroyed all the records related to his "borrowing" of the research yacht to cover up any evidence and prevent the Kangming Group from noticing anything unusual.

However, since the other party was willing to offer some help, he was happy to accept it.

Once the gates on the other side were completely closed, the only sound in the entire warehouse space was the beeping of the base station cleaning the submarine.

After placing Fu Ze in the collection box in the sea, Yuan Jianxing operated the submarine to pump out the water in the box and started the self-heating drying cycle.

The submarine's drying efficiency was very high, so Fu Ze was already mostly dry. At least his clothes no longer felt damp to Yuan Jianxing's touch.

Even so, he himself is still frighteningly cold.

Perhaps because he hadn't been in contact with a stable heat source like Yuan Jianxing for a long time, even while unconscious, Fu Ze subconsciously put his arm around the other's shoulder and neck.

Originally, Yuan Jianxing wanted to find an opportunity to change the current "carrying" to "carrying on his back", but seeing that the other party rarely showed a relaxed expression, he weighed the options and gave up the plan, and quickly left Dala Port.

It was already past midnight, the streets were deserted, and even the traffic lights had changed from a timed red-green cycle to a rhythmic flashing yellow.

Upon arriving at the pre-arranged vehicle, Hara Mihoshi encountered a new problem.

The car that was temporarily brought in was an older model, and even though all permissions had been granted, he still needed to manually press the button on the inside of the door handle to unlock it.

But unfortunately, he doesn't have a single free hand right now.

After a moment of contemplation, Yuan Jianxing knelt down on one knee, attempting to temporarily place Fu Ze on his lap.

However, just as Yuan Jianxing was making his move, Fu Ze in his arms seemed to vaguely sense the heat source's intention and tightened his arms first, as if he would never let go.

This move completely extinguished Yuan Jianxing's hopes.

Left with no other choice, Yuan Jianxing had to settle for second best, changing his current double-arm princess carry to a single-arm cat-hugging position. He managed to unlock the vehicle by forcibly supporting the weight of an adult man with a single arm.

Hearing the sound of the four door locks popping open, Yuan Jianxing breathed a sigh of relief.

But he quickly swallowed his anger again.

No matter how gently he moved, or even coaxed and tricked Fu Ze into sitting in the passenger seat where the heating was already on, Fu Ze clung to him like a koala the whole time, and he couldn't get him off.

Just as it was about time for the first batch of breakfast shop owners to get up and prepare ingredients, Yuan Jianxing closed her eyes, steeled her resolve, and simply picked up Fu Ze, and the two of them sat together in the driver's seat.

First, he pulled the driver's seat back as far as possible, then Yuan Jianxing pulled Fu Ze's right leg to his left side and adjusted the other person's body to face him.

Perhaps because the contact area between him and the heat source had finally reached a level that satisfied Fu Ze, he lowered his arms, which had been wrapped around Yuan Jianxing's neck, following Yuan Jianxing's movements.

Without that support, he slid down a little, his slightly damp head nestling against Yuan Jianxing's shoulder and neck.

Yuan Jianxing was already troubled about how to properly settle Fu Ze, and the itching caused by the hair scratching his neck made him even more upset.

Barely managing to hold onto the other person's ankles and prop their long legs in a position that wouldn't interfere with his actions, Yuan Jianxing took a deep breath to calm himself down and slowly started the vehicle. He then wrapped the seatbelt around Fu Ze's back and secured it with the latch.

Very good, very good. Maintaining the current state will ensure everything goes well.

However, the road design in L City did not seem to meet Yuan Jianxing's wishes.

Just as the vehicle made a nearly 150-degree turn, Fu Ze, who vaguely felt himself being thrown away from the heat source, made a new move.

He silently raised the arm that was away from Yuan Jianxing and wrapped it around Yuan Jianxing's waist.

Even though Yuan Jianxing was calm and collected, he almost lost his grip on the steering wheel when he was caught off guard by such a sneak attack.

Fortunately, he was skilled and made timely adjustments, managing to complete the turn just barely brushing against the guardrail in the middle of the road.

Gritting her teeth, she pulled Fu Ze's hand down and shoved it between their bodies. The usually composed Yuan Jianxing had only one thought in her mind—

Let's end this farce tonight as soon as possible!

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Author's Note: Author: Sigh~ It absolutely can't end like this, I'll at least write one more chapter [dog head with rose in mouth]