Upon approaching the base's signal tower, Lin Dao contacted Cheng Cheng, turning on his headset with one hand. The other person's panting voice came through:
"Captain, I took some men to check out the area near that beverage factory again and figured out their shift change times. We should be able to sneak in again in an hour."
"Okay, send me your location, I'll be right there." Lin Dao said and hung up the phone.
Upon receiving the location, Lin Dao immediately made a neat U-turn and drove towards the new destination.
“…Where are we going?” Bryta’s voice was too soft to be heard and faded into the air.
After a while, the man in front of him seemed to remember him and responded loudly, "I'll have Cheng Cheng take you home later."
Upon arriving near the beverage processing plant, a converted abandoned waterworks on the western outskirts of the base, Cheng Cheng jogged over. Seeing Bretta on the back of the motorcycle, he paused in surprise, then hesitantly asked, "This…"
Lin Daoli got out of the car, took off his helmet and handed it to him, saying, "I'll go in and check; you take the person back."
"Huh? No, Captain, I have to go with you." Cheng Cheng frowned. Having learned from the previous experience, he dared not let him venture deep into the heart of the territory alone again.
Lin Dao glanced at him coldly, saw the worry in his eyes, and said expressionlessly, "Go and come back quickly."
Cheng Cheng was taken aback, then quickly took the helmet, got into the car, and drove the person away.
Bleta didn't know what they were going to do, but his leave was about to expire, so he obediently said to Cheng Cheng, who was going to see him off, "Thank you, brother."
Cheng Cheng and Lin Dao paused simultaneously upon hearing this. Cheng Cheng subconsciously touched his buzz cut with embarrassment, then turned to Lin Dao with a grin: "Kids always have such sweet words."
Lin Dao shifted his gaze and looked up at the processing plant hidden in the darkness a kilometer away.
"What the hell? How come we're out of gas?" Cheng Cheng's voice drew two pairs of eyes.
Embarrassed, he got out of the car to check, then muttered, "Why is the fuel tank leaking? Did I accidentally bump into something and get punctured?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Dao turned his gaze over.
Cheng Cheng thought to himself that fate was beyond his control, and he was destined to stay and sneak into the processing plant with the captain at night. He rubbed his hands together and asked Bretta very considerately, "How is your injury healing? Why don't you walk back first? It's not far, at most an hour's walk..."
Lin Dao's gaze lingered on Blaita for a second before he instructed Cheng Cheng, "Take him back home."
"Huh?" Cheng Cheng realized what was happening and could only accept his fate.
Bleta was also a little surprised and quickly said, "No need, no need, I can walk back by myself."
Cheng Cheng also hesitated.
However, the shift schedule at the processing plant was approaching, and they could no longer delay.
"You stay here and watch over him, I'm going in." After saying that, Lin Dao quietly slipped away into the processing plant below.
Bretta realized he was really going to be late, and Mr. West had just said that if he skipped work again, he'd be fired, which made her increasingly anxious. Little White, realizing she was in trouble, didn't dare to say anything, but instead clung to her few companion flowers, which were mostly withered, in her bag.
"Brother Cheng, please let me go back by myself. I still have to go to work, otherwise I'll be fired." He only has one cent left, and if he's fired, he won't have money for food.
"This..." Cheng Cheng hesitated, glancing back at the processing plant below, and said through gritted teeth, "Then I'll take you back first."
Bleta knew he must have something on his mind, so she quickly shook her head and refused, "No need, no need, I can manage on my own."
Cheng Cheng was genuinely worried about his captain. He had just seen the captain's back and vaguely recalled that time when the captain hadn't gone first to escort the survivors, and then...
"Okay, then you must be careful and watch out for the slippery snow." The motorcycle tires have snow chains on them, so...
It's actually a bit slippery when people walk on it.
Cheng Cheng was still worried, so he added his communicator channel for easy contact.
After watching Bretta say goodbye, he turned and walked towards the underground city.
"Captain, that kid went back by himself. Should I come in and meet you?"
"What did you say?" Lin Dao asked in a deep voice, "Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on him?!"
Cheng Cheng shuddered in fright, "He was in a hurry to get back to work in the underground city, and I couldn't stop him..."
Lin Dao frowned, decisively stopped the exploration, and turned to teleport away.
As dusk fell and darkness deepened, thankfully nothing unexpected happened along the way. Blaita walked briskly, but after a long day of travel, his stomach was already rumbling. On the road, Boss Xiong contacted him in a fit of rage, demanding to know where he was and urging him to hurry back to work.
Bretta readily agreed and quickened his pace. Just as he entered the vicinity of the city, he twitched his nose and felt something rushing towards him at high speed. He reflexively turned around and swallowed the unknown object in one gulp.
"Hmm..." Bleta puffed out his cheeks in confusion, and soon felt the outer shell of the small sphere being dissolved by his corrosive liquid. Then—the little thing that broke out of the shell started moving and jumping around in his mouth!
The juice that oozes out from the cracked shell tastes sweet!
Blaita moved her tongue around in her mouth, sucking up all the delicious juice. Just as she smacked her lips and slightly opened her mouth, the food in her mouth suddenly jumped out and landed on the ground.
"Ah!" He hurriedly reached out to grab it.
All of this was observed by the slightly overweight man standing in the darkness. He frowned, then reluctantly raised his gun, loaded another specially made "bullet," and aimed at the still oblivious Britta below—
With a "whoosh!" sound, the bullet flew away at high speed.
"Huh?" Realizing what was happening, Bryta instinctively and skillfully turned around, opened her mouth, and caught it in one bite, blinking twice.
The hard shell inside her mouth melted with a "pop," overflowing with sweet juice, and the delicious food inside was still bouncy and wriggling. Bretta's eyes widened in surprise, and before she could savor it, she swallowed it whole.
The mysterious figure in the distance stared in disbelief: What's going on?!
He reluctantly raised his gun and frantically pulled the trigger!
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!" Several specially made "alien" bullets flew towards the vicinity of Blaita!
As those alien seed bullets were ejected from the barrel, the force released them, causing them to rapidly expand and grow larger.
After catching a whiff of the fragrance that suddenly filled the air, Bryta licked her lips with a hint of excitement:
here we go again!
He turned his head, almost instinctively, and nimbly darted forward, opening his mouth to catch them one by one!
The last one seemed to have already broken out of its shell in mid-air and rapidly mutated and expanded. Almost instinctively, Blaita instantly transformed into a giant maw from the abyss and swallowed it whole!
The next moment, Bretta's closed mouth was back to normal, and she was chewing with relish, her cheeks puffed out, swallowing with gulps, and occasionally licking her lips as if she wanted more.
This was probably the most delicious meal he had ever had since he became human.
The slightly overweight man standing on the high place had just witnessed that scene. He was so frightened that his legs trembled and he could hardly stand. Meanwhile, the oblivious boy below looked up with a somewhat greedy expression, looking completely innocent.
The man hurriedly hid in the other's blind spot, cold sweat beading on his forehead, a chill rising from the soles of his feet. At the same time, a bold guess and idea brewed in his mind, preparing to strike again.
"What are you looking for?" Lin Dao, who had rushed over, breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that the boy was safe and sound. He cautiously sensed the wind direction in the shadows, slowed down and walked towards Blaita, saying, "Weren't you in a hurry to get back to the dungeon?"
Upon hearing this, Britta looked up abruptly, quickly pursed her lips, trying to destroy the evidence of her stealing food, and obediently stood still, shaking her head: "...No, no, what are you looking for?"
Seeing this, the man in the shadows had no choice but to stop and quietly leave.
As Lin Dao approached him, he could vaguely smell a faint scent, which quickly dissipated into the winter night.
Having just exposed himself, Bryta felt guilty and tried to change the subject: "Mr. Lin Dao, didn't you have something to do? Why..."
“Okay,” Lin Dao nodded, walking on the outside of Blaita, and said, “Let Cheng Cheng go first. Let’s go, I’ll continue to take you back.”
Bryta was somewhat surprised: "Actually, I myself..."
“Really? Then why did you hire me to protect you in the first place?” Lin Dao asked.
Blattana, whose bravado had been exposed, said, "...Oh, right."
He suddenly felt a pang of heartache as he realized how little he had left to give.
Seeing his appearance, Lin Dao chuckled almost imperceptibly, "Let's go, you little penniless bastard."
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Chapter 17 "You give me a very familiar feeling, like... seeing myself in you."
"The newest, slightly tipsy 'alien cola,' which makes you stronger without mutation..."
At the entrance to the dungeon, Blaita was clumsily hawking his wares, the beverage box hanging around his neck containing the latest alcoholic drinks, which had just been released and were being sold to the base.
To promote the products, Boss West had Blaita and some other menial workers from the dungeon go out to the streets to hawk their wares during the day when there weren't many people around at the boxing ring.
The entrance to the underground city is always closest to the densest area, and this street is a gathering place for all sorts of people.
It was the end of the year, and the weather was getting colder after the last heavy snow. Today, Britta wore a royal blue wool coat, and on her head was that cheap deerskin hat, which was stuck to the tips of her ears that were red from the cold.
At this moment, he was weaving through the bustling streets, timidly and softly peddling his exaggerated advertising slogans to the indifferent strangers. The cold wind made his exposed little face slightly red, and a few strands of golden curly hair peeked out from under his hat brim. Warm breath escaped from his mouth, steaming over his beautiful eyes as if they were covered with a layer of mist.
Meanwhile, in a corner not far away, a pair of bright black eyes were watching the completely unguarded boy in the crowd. The only clue that he was a teenager could be made from the tattered cotton coat that was much larger than his size.
"...You can become stronger without mutation..." Bretta's gentle voice was hardly convincing, but it was clear and could clearly convey his words to passersby. Even without the need to buy, it still achieved a certain degree of subtle influence.
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes in the corner blinked a little, as if they had found the right opportunity. Suddenly, they darted out, ran past Bryta, grabbed a bottle of alien cola, and ran away!
Blaita was stunned for a moment, then realized, it was a thief!
The little white dog in his arms was furious and urged him to hurry up and catch the thief.
Bryta quickly kicked through the crowd blocking his way and chased after him, shouting, "Don't run! You haven't paid yet..."
He was a guinea pig to begin with, and while he wasn't slow, the thief in front of him was also quite agile, dodging the oncoming person in no time. Bretta could barely make out that he was wearing a tattered and patched brown-black cotton coat that was a little too big for him, and it bulged out as the cold wind blew in when he ran.
"Don't run!" Bretta was always timid, but inexplicably principled; if he took something, he had to pay for it, and he was determined to get his money back. His delicate brows furrowed slightly as he chased after the thief, his hand instinctively reaching forward. In that instant, as if an invisible curved blade materialized in his hand, he swiftly sliced open a large gash in the thief's cotton coat at the back of his neck, revealing the tattered cotton underneath!
Bretta was startled and looked down at her hands, thinking it was an illusion. Just then, Xiaobai took the opportunity to pull the vine around the thief's ankle and drag him backward. The thief stumbled forward due to the inertia and bumped right next to a man's feet.
The thief winced in pain, still clutching the bottle of strange, eerie green cola tightly in his hand. The first thing he noticed was a pair of gleaming black leather men's boots. He looked up in surprise at a face that was still somewhat childish, somewhere between a boy and a man. Even with the soot on his face, it was clear that he was quite good-looking.
He followed the shoes upwards to the well-tailored trousers and a black wool coat draped over his calves. Underneath, the man wore a dark brown vest and a floral-collared undershirt, and a delicate gold pocket watch chain was hooked around his waist. He slowly looked up and met the man's gaze as he looked down at him.
He was stunned. He had never seen such a handsome man before. When he looked down at him, his expression was indifferent. His eyes were beautiful and shone with a textured luster. He had smooth blond hair and deep, handsome features.
As Bretta caught up, she also saw the tall man. She blinked in surprise, feeling that the man looked somewhat familiar and strangely friendly.
"What's going on?" A guard, also of British descent, reacted and stood in front of the thief and his owner, questioning them.
Britta, somewhat flustered, explained to the distinguished-looking man, "This guy stole my drink and won't pay..."
"Is that so?" The man pursed his thin lips slightly upon hearing this, merely glancing at him casually.
The boy who had fallen at the man's feet met his gaze upon hearing this and instantly felt his face flush. Before he could even get up in a disheveled state, the stern-faced guard grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. The guard's iron-like hand gripped his neck so tightly that it hurt, and his face turned red, leaving him completely speechless.
Britta was startled and quickly said, "I just want him to give me back my money or my drink."
Upon hearing this, the man stared at Bretta's face and chuckled ambiguously, slightly raising his chin. The guard beside him understood and released the boy.
The boy fell to the ground, coughing so hard he felt like his lungs were about to explode. He glanced awkwardly at the man, then angrily threw the drink he had been clutching back at Bryta: "Here you go!" He turned and ran away immediately after throwing it.
Bretta quickly reached out and caught it. Even though he was the one whose things were stolen, he felt a little embarrassed when he saw that the boy's already tattered cotton coat had a large tear on the back, and he looked down at his hand, wondering if he had just imagined it.
When he came to his senses, he looked at the gentleman in front of him and quickly nodded his thanks: "Sir, thank you."
The man suddenly smiled politely, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
What's your name?
Just as Bryta was about to speak, the little white creature in his arms suddenly tugged at him twice, and he realized what was happening.
“Breta”.
"Donovyn Klein," Donovyn introduced himself, glancing with a slight smile at the blond curls under his hat brim, and said, "I like your blond hair."
Bretta was taken aback by his words and blushed slightly. Being praised always makes people happy, especially by such a gentlemanly and handsome man.
Donovan glanced down at the heavy beverage case hanging in front of him.
"Why are you carrying such a heavy thing? Let Apa help you carry it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the guard behind him, named Apa, immediately understood and stepped forward to take the beverage case from Bryta's body. Bryta quickly shook his head: "No need, no need..."
"Then I'll buy it."
Bretta received 100 contribution points in a daze!
He widened his eyes: "That's too much, sir..." That case of drinks only requires 20 contribution points at most.
Donovan chuckled, "Not much. I'd also like you to show me around. Sorry, I'm not very familiar with this base. Consider this an advance tour fee."
Upon hearing this, Bryta was overjoyed; he had made a fortune! This Mr. Donovan was truly a good man!
Donovan's demeanor was very gentlemanly, with a faint, perfectly appropriate smile always on his face. His presence there quickly attracted the attention of many people on the street.
Bretta didn't know much about the base, but he knew that many people liked to go to the dungeon for fun, which was practically his territory. So he decided to take this gentleman for a tour of the dungeon.
The other party readily agreed to his suggestion.
The two, along with the guard, entered the underground elevator one after the other. Donovan looked at the well-behaved and adorable boy in front of him, a gentle smile always on his lips.
To show his hospitality, Blaita chattered on and on about the underground boxing ring, which was only known to him on the 18th floor, trying his best to describe how exciting the boxing matches were and how many people enjoyed watching them.
Donovan chuckled, "Then I'm going to watch a good game. Bretta, you'll watch it with me."
Bryta nodded excitedly: "Okay."
The man suddenly bent down slightly, reached out and touched the slightly curled blond hair at his temple, and smiled gently.
"I don't know why, but you give me a very familiar feeling, like... I see myself in you."
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