Chapter 181 The postman’s fish…he really wanted to nag him to death!
The main force had to rest on the spot, and the logistics team also set up camp.
It was raining heavily outside and visibility was low in the pouring rain. But even so, Nightingale could still make out the lighted cab of the logistics vehicle in the darkness through the transparent sheet of the tent.
That's Mr. D on duty.
Or call him, Ifas.
80% of the logistics team are omegas, and the O content is too high. In the past, they guarded the supplies in groups of three, huddled in the small cab all night, holding guns vigilantly in their hands, and taking turns to rest on a small bed 60 cm wide.
But after Ifas arrived, the task of keeping watch fell to him alone.
Nightingale felt that this was too tiring and wanted to arrange for someone to take his place, but he smiled and declined:
"Winter is the time when omegas store energy for reproduction, so it's better for you to sleep in a little."
The omegas of the Empire, whether they have a mate or not, always go into heat and lay eggs in the spring. If you don't keep yourself fat during the winter, you'll be more likely to get sick in the spring.
Therefore, such a cold and exhausting job as night watch should be left to an alpha like him who has no reproductive cavity.
The Nightingale said gratefully: "You are such a great gentleman!"
The cab is small, and someone of Ifas's height would feel even more cramped inside.
But Nightingale looked around and saw that his small table was crowded but orderly, with teacups, biscuits, a black hardcover notebook, and a folding optical computer monitor.
Apparently, when others finally finished their busy work and lay down to rest, Ifas had already started another job - Mr. D.
Nightingale, like everyone else, knew little about Mr. D's identity. He only knew that the other party was Bai Ling's partner, had supported the revolutionary army financially, and was suspected to be from a noble family.
As for Mr. D’s properties, companies, and groups, they knew nothing about them. At best, one could only guess that he had close ties with the military-industrial complex Gorgon.
Before going to bed, Nightingale received news from her cousin who lived far away.
The economy of the empire has been getting worse and worse in the past two years. Many companies have been laying off employees on a large scale, and the post office where my cousin works is no exception.
The Imperial Postal Service was once known as the most powerful Internet of Things in the universe, with branches spread across 26 planets, from 8,000-meter-high mountains to 4,000-meter-deep seas.
However, like other state-owned enterprises of the empire, it underwent several asset restructurings after the change of dynasties, and finally had to go on the road to bankruptcy due to consecutive years of losses of tens of billions.
My cousin had long thought that she might lose her job, but she was still worried and prayed every day that the knife of layoffs would not fall on her neck.
But no one expected that at the end of the year, the Imperial Postal Service, this rotten company, was suddenly acquired.
My cousin went to read the acquisition announcement: [Gorgon Group used its own funds of 2 billion star coins to acquire 100% of the shares of Imperial Post Co., Ltd. After the completion of this transaction, Imperial Post will become a holding subsidiary of the company]
Nightingale was happy for her: "Wow, cousin, you have kept your job, right? That's great."
My cousin was worried: "What's good about it? I always feel that Gorgon is a rip-off company. They bought so much bad debt with 2 billion. I have a feeling that I won't be able to stay in this job for long."
Nightingale: "No way?"
My cousin was at her workstation and took a video for him. The shelves in the post office were completely empty with hardly any parcels being sent.
"Look for yourself, this post office has a bad reputation. It's slow and easy to lose mail. It takes forever to send a postcard from the Federation. Can you believe it? I received a package a few days ago. It was sent from a remote planet two years ago. When I went to deliver the package, the delivery person had passed away. Speechless."
Nightingale hesitated: "Ah... indeed, there is no business, and it is impossible to pay wages."
My cousin sighed, "Salaries will be paid as usual, and there will be bonuses at the end of the year."
Nightingale: "Ah? It's doing charity here."
My cousin spread her hands helplessly: "So I wonder if there is something fishy going on here, like money laundering or something."
It would be sensitive to continue talking about it, so the two of them tacitly changed the subject. However, Nightingale still envied her cousin who could get paid without doing any work, although her cousin herself said that she would be bored to death if she continued to be idle like this.
Nightingale: "If you're bored, just eat some melon seeds."
My cousin is a sunflower parrot and she loves eating melon seeds.
Cousin: "I'm eating it. Yesterday it was cream flavored, today it's salt and pepper. If you don't come back, I'm going to set up a stall at the door to sell roasted food. There are quite a few parrots living in my area, so let's eat it together."
Nightingale: "? It may not be a business."
After all, the Imperial Postal Service’s outlets extend deep into the streets and alleys, so when it comes to site selection, who dares to compete with it?
Finally, my cousin said, "Then I'll file a report and ask the higher-ups. After all, changing the store's purpose needs to be reported. I'm timid and afraid of being fined."
Despite this, Nightingale still felt that her cousin's melon seed stall would most likely not be able to succeed.
What leader would approve such an outrageous suggestion?
Nightingale turned off the terminal screen and prepared to go to bed, but suddenly there was a burst of warm applause outside, which seemed a little inappropriate during the late night rest time.
It should be that group of males having another late-night talk.
In Omega's tent, everyone was woken up by the noise. They turned around in their sleeping bags in annoyance: "…What's going on? It's so noisy. Can't we sleep?"
"That's right, you're just caring about yourself and not considering others at all. That's too selfish."
They all felt a little depressed. The duty was tiring, but luckily the tall guy A was considerate of them and let them come back to catch up on some sleep and rest. But who could have thought that this good intention was ruined by that group of noisy men.
Nightingale got up first: "I'll go talk to Commander Bai."
I walked out of the tent wearing a raincoat. Before I got there, I heard a burst of enthusiastic cheering, "Oh oh oh oh oh brother, you are awesome 666 wow!"
Nightingale's head hurt after listening to all this. Just by listening to the tone of their voices, he knew that they were gathering together to share some obscene joke.
There were no night talks in the military camp. Only a few groups of people would get together before going to bed to chat and talk to each other about their stress.
But ever since Shaq came, the scattered sand seemed to have gathered into a tower. More and more people were chatting and boasting, and gradually they became a force, just like a boys' school team building in a military camp.
Once or twice is ok.
Who can stand singing songs during team building every day?
Nightingale found Bai Ling, and he was also a little unhappy. According to his habit, rest time should be spent on quiet rest instead of wasting too much energy on other things.
Veterans like them all know that if they party too hard at night, it will definitely affect their spirit and judgment during the day. If they lose concentration, a bullet may take their life.
Bai Ling came to the gathering place and scolded them coldly, "Why are you making a fuss here so late at night? Go back to sleep."
Bai Ling always spoke with authority, but for some reason, someone ignored his respect this time and said with a frivolous smile:
"Oh, are we disturbing Commander Bai's beauty sleep?"
Bai Ling's face suddenly turned gloomy.
Shaq quickly stood up to smooth things over, "What are you talking about?" He first patted the soldier on the head, like a big brother teaching a little brother, then raised his head and smiled at Bai Ling:
"Sorry, the noise is too loud and disturbed you. Let's keep it down. Please keep it down."
As soon as he spoke, others followed suit: "Yes, yes, why don't we just keep our voices down?"
Bai Ling brightened the terminal screen: "What time is it now?"
Shaq apologized repeatedly: "Oh, okay, just give me another ten minutes... If not, five minutes, okay, Xiaobai? There are so many people here, give the squad leader some face."
Now that things have come to this, Bai Ling can no longer be tough, otherwise it will easily cause the soldiers to rebel.
He nodded indifferently, "If we don't leave in five minutes, we will be punished collectively."
After Bai Ling left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Then, turning to Shaq in the middle of the court, they sighed with infinite emotion.
The old squad leader is a really nice person. Every time something happens, he is the first to stand up and take responsibility.
So loyal!
Sunfish couldn't help but sigh: "Why did Commander Bai's mistress have to be a blond noble? How great would it be if it was the old squad leader?"
Shaq was born into a farm family. He is the eldest and has three younger brothers and sisters. Later, he went to the capital star to join the army. After retiring, he returned to his hometown and became the sheriff of a certain detachment.
Shak's life is simple and unpretentious, and he returns to his roots. He is almost the epitome of mecha pilots like them. In their past lives, they always met a few betas like Shak, so they are very close to him.
They have so many common topics with Shaq that they can spend an entire night just talking about which restaurant in the capital has the best appetizers.
On the other hand, characters like Mr. D seem kind but are actually distant. They are not from the same class as Mr. D at all, and they really have no idea what they are talking about.
No wonder they like Shaq more and want to pair him with Bai Ling.
Shaq came over and kicked Sunfish's butt, scolding him with a smile: "Don't talk nonsense, you little brat. If Xiaobai hears it, I'll be mad at you."
The sunfish rubbed his butt and laughed, "When it comes to love, sometimes it depends on who comes first."
Shaq was helpless and tapped their foreheads: "You guys, sometimes you are just like elementary school students. When you see the Chinese teacher and the math teacher, you want to pair up, right?"
His apt analogy caused a burst of laughter, and someone asked: "So is Commander Bai a Chinese teacher or a math teacher?"
"The math teacher, of course."
"Why?"
"Because he'd yell, 'On the count of three--'"
There was another round of uncontrollable laughter, and the sunfish laughed until its stomach hurt. But when he turned around, he saw that his friend Sea Urchin had already stood up and walked out silently.
The sunfish quickly chased after him: "Hey, sea urchin, where are you going?"
Sea Urchin smiled bitterly: "I am not feeling well and can't laugh. You guys go ahead and have fun."
Everyone else was surrounding Shaq and having fun, but he was thinking about his wife and couldn't fit in with the atmosphere.
Although Shaq also talked to him, patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him, saying that all bad things will pass. But the sea urchin was heartbroken and couldn't let it go. He begged everyone for a solution every day.
But he also knew in his heart that there was probably little hope for what he had encountered.
Sea Urchin turned his back to the campfire and walked further and further away. In the dark night, the rain was falling heavily, as if it would knock him to the ground at any time.
But after walking for a while, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the shaking vision. The sea urchin blinked his eyes, and the memory of his ancestors reminded him of a scene at sea. It was also late at night, with heavy rain and pitch black, but a single light on a fishing boat was guiding the marine creatures to approach.
He followed his biological instinct and walked over, but what he saw was a logistics vehicle.
When someone was spotted coming, the window opened and a fully-covering helmet appeared.
Sea Urchin said with a smile: "Excuse me, bro, can you get me a beer? This is my supply card."
After getting the beer, Sea Urchin stood under the awning and drank it sip by sip. He said nothing, and the tall man also spoke. The surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of rain could be heard.
It was too quiet, so quiet that sadness welled up in Hai Dan's heart again, and he couldn't help but want to say something:
"...Brother, I'm sorry, I really don't know who to talk to. Just treat me as nonsense. Please stand there and listen to me for a while."
The tall man didn't move, just listened quietly.
Sea Urchin lowered his head and said, "My wife has been in the hospital for a long time. I want to send all the money to him. Commander Bai is a really good man. He gave me an advance of 40,000 star coins. I wanted to transfer the money to pay for the medical expenses, but it was swallowed by the bank."
"The bank said they never received the money... But I took a screenshot, they denied it and deleted my transfer record..."
"I searched online and found that many people encountered similar situations, but none of them resolved the issue and had to accept the defeat... Indeed, how can people like us compete with bankers? Apart from accepting the defeat, what else can we do?"
"But if I don't pay, my wife will just have to wait to die."
The air was silent for a moment, and the sea urchin's breathing became heavier.
He wiped his tears fiercely and hit himself twice, "Waste!... I am such a waste. As a husband, I can't even do such a small thing... If there is a way, I am even willing to dig out my flesh to save him..."
Of course, he also knew that it was useless to tell this to strangers. He was just too depressed and wanted to find someone to talk to quietly. He didn't care whether the other person would think he was a weirdo.
Click.
Hand over a piece of paper.
The finger wrapped in cloth pointed there, [address]
"What?" Hai Urchin raised his blurry eyes, incredulous. "What do you mean, can the logistics department help me get the money back?"
The tall man nodded silently.
Hai Dan was skeptical and wrote down his account number and the hospital's payment address.
The tall man took the paper and the empty bottle away and closed the car window, as if nothing had happened.
·
The next afternoon, Hai Dan was trying to contact a distant relative to borrow some money from him.
As soon as the other party heard that I wanted to borrow money, he immediately hung up the phone and blocked me.
The sea urchin was so hopeless that he even considered committing suicide on the spot. However, at this moment, his terminal vibrated and received a message:
[The Seafood Hospital reminds you: Your total debt of 40,653.02 yuan has been paid]
"!" He jumped up and stared at the words on the screen, almost crying with joy, "Ahhhh my money has arrived, my wife is saved!"
Shaq came over, patted his shoulder and was happy for him: "I told you, bad luck will always pass. Life is like this, it will give you despair but also hope--"
Before he could finish, Sea Urchin interrupted him excitedly, "No, no, this was a help from the logistics department! It wasn't a gift from life!"
He ran away to thank the brother in logistics, but the brother seemed to be on duty during the day and he did not see him.
On the way back, his wife called him and said, "Today a girl came over and said she was from the post office. When the money you sent arrived, she brought a bag of cash to pay on the spot."
Eani was a little confused. Post office, cash...Oh, it must be the Postal Savings Bank! It should be that the logistics department appealed for his money to be taken back and transferred to the safer Postal Savings Bank. That's definitely the case.
I didn’t expect the revolutionary army’s logistics to be so powerful.
Even the Imperial Post has people!
As my wife knitted, she said, "The little girl asked me if I had anything to send, so I gave her the broken hat and asked her to send it to you."
"She asked me what the address was. I didn't know where you were, so I said, next to the sleeping bag of a sea urchin with very prickly hair in the Aquarius military camp."
"You can't send it that way, silly wife!"
My wife laughed and said, "Then just pretend to have received it."
However, about a week later, Sea Urchin woke up and found a box next to his sleeping bag.
There is a waterproof express delivery note on it:
[Recipient's address: Next to the sleeping bag of a sea urchin with very prickly hair in the Aquarius military camp]
The mission was accomplished, it was truly a miracle.
At the same time, Nightingale received new news from her cousin:
"You won't believe me if I tell you this, but I was assigned a job by my superiors. A few days ago, I went to the hospital to visit a sick man and also received a parcel."
Nightingale asked: "Does your boss agree to let you open a melon seed stand?"
My cousin quacked excitedly, "He said I could give it a try. I really like this mysterious boss. He has a kind of sick-brained beauty."
The terminal was turned on with the power amplifier, and Nightingale inexplicably felt that someone was looking at her from behind.
Turning around, he found it was Ifas, and Nightingale explained quickly:
"Oh don't get me wrong, we're talking about her boss being beautiful and sick."
Ifas: “…”
·
After that, Sea Urchin never went to the Night Talk again.
He would rather sit in the tent wearing the tattered woolen hat made by his wife and laugh foolishly than chat with those single guys.
The sunfish and their companions angrily accused him of betraying the organization.
The sea urchin came over and said, "But I have a hat. It's made of sea otter fur and is waterproof. Do you have one?"
The sunfish was heartbroken: "... immediately, immediately, put on your woolen swimming cap and disappear from my sight!"
The sea urchin confidently judged: "I understand, you are jealous of my lucky hat, and you are also jealous that I caught a colorful black octopus while wearing it yesterday."
The sunfish screamed: "Colorful black little octopus, who would like that kind of thing?"
Sea Urchin held his head high and said, "My wife. I will send it to him to read."
It seemed that overnight, the news that the window of the logistics vehicle could send and receive interstellar mail spread throughout the entire military camp.
Suddenly, people's interest in attending the night talks seemed to wane, and the number of people around Shaq gradually dwindled. However, at the same time, more and more people gathered in front of the logistics vehicle, scrambling to make wishes at the window impatiently.
They didn't know his name, so they called him a postman based on the nature of his job.
"Hello, Mr. Postman. I want to send this little octopus to my wife."
The big postman nodded silently, grabbed the pen with his gloved hand and wrote it down in the notebook. Then find an empty kimchi glass jar, throw the baby octopus in, fill it with water, and screw the lid on tightly with a click.
He turned around and got a special plane to send him away.
Another person requested: "If I could eat the milk-flavored cookies, I would definitely be at the front. That's what my grandfather used to give me."
The big postman didn't say anything. Three days later, he threw a bundle of milk-flavored biscuits over from a distance and raised his head to greet them.
This attitude of raising the head to greet, saying less but taking more action, inexplicably pleases the males - so cool!
They began to accept him as a new member of a dog team would accept.
In addition to receiving and sending parcels, the window also provides a hidden service: you can tell the big postman about any troubles at any time, because he never says a word and you can tell at a glance that he is very tight-lipped. No matter how embarrassing the problem is, he will not tell anyone else.
Gradually, the window became a public tree hole in the military camp.
They come here much more diligently than they do to Shaq.
Kidd folded his arms and watched from afar, with a subtle expression on his face: "Why does this scene look so much like a confession?"
Bai Ling: "Hmm?"
Kidd turned around and gestured to him: "You know the confessional in a church? It's a small wooden booth with doors on both sides. The priest sits on the left and you sit on the right. You can tell him your troubles, but the priest is very tight-lipped and will never tell anyone."
Bai Ling: "...Fuck, it's true."
He narrowed his eyes and examined the window for a while. It was clearly quite bright, but it inexplicably felt a little evil.
Father, listen, forgive… and give things away! No matter how you look at it, it seems like something the devil fish would like to do.
It just so happens that the fish is coming over tomorrow, so I’ll observe what’s going on.
The brightly lit special plane landed at the airport, and its powerful turbine created a small white cyclone on the ground. The air was very humid and foggy for a moment. All I could see was the huge rear hatch open and automatic carts loaded with cargo were driving out one by one.
Sunfish said with disdain: "Someone told me before that nobles would bring 20 boxes when they went out for a weekend, but I didn't believe it. Now I have seen it with my own eyes."
Shaq smiled helplessly: "Luxury is indeed not allowed in the military camp, but Xiaobai allows it, so it doesn't matter if it's a privilege."
Sunfish: "I despise those privileged people the most!"
However, they did not know that the supplies they needed every day came from the meetings between Mr. D and Bai Ling.
All they knew was that Monday had become their favorite day.
Because in the early morning of that day, the annoying Mr. D will leave by boat. The tall, silent and likable postman will appear on the distant horizon with a load of supplies.
·
"Why did you do that?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, they don't like you, why are you helping them?"
"Because it is our duty. Logistics must ensure that everyone has tomorrow's rations in their pockets and a letter from their family on their chests."
This is how the mermaid answered the AI's question.
But there was another reason he didn't say.
I don't need their love. Because someone loves me, loyalty is more important than anything in the world.
·
Bai Ling scribbled on the notebook.
They have already driven into the city. The empty and silent steel forest is like a monster with its internal organs hollowed out. Any noise made by its horns is enough to make people tremble with fear.
The wind blew the broken windows of the store, where the Christmas wreaths of mistletoe had long since faded. He stuck his head in to take a look and saw that it was a stationery store. He picked up a notebook and put it in his pocket.
From then on, this notebook became his military intelligence manual.
Most of the time, he would simply write down the important events of the day, such as how many refugees he found, the number of injured soldiers, and some unexpected jellyfish falling from the sky.
Sometimes, he would just scribble a few strokes on it out of boredom.
He had no talent for painting since he was young, and his level was stable at the level of simple sketches in the third grade. At this moment, he was drawing a fish tail on the notebook in a crooked manner, and added a lot of tentacles to the tail fin. After looking at it, he felt it was too evil. In order to keep the picture balanced, he chose to add a halo on the mermaid's head.
Uh, even more cult.
The seagull stretched its head over to look, confused: "What is this, a blue banana with whiskers?"
Falcon: "...I haven't finished drawing this yet! It's not a banana."
Bai Ling sighed quietly, closed the notebook and tucked it under his arm. His expression was cold, but his mind was thinking about what happened in the early morning.
That fish...he really wanted to bite him to death! He came to spend the weekend and then left. Before leaving, he said he would see him off, but in order not to wake him up, the mermaid quietly lifted the quilt in the middle of the night, picked up her shoes and left.
He slept until noon, and when he woke up and checked the news, he found that they were almost at Wild Star.
I came here specially but didn't do anything. I just held him and slept soundly. After he woke up, I fed him and then went back to sleep. What a weird thing, huh? Which is a good alpha like him.
"Omegas are complex in structure, so we need to eat well and sleep more during the winter so that we can be healthy next spring."
Bai Ling was stunned when he heard this theory, then turned around and saw the three omegas from the logistics team.
They greeted happily: "Hello, sir."
Bai Ling asked casually: "Where did you hear that just now?"
They looked at each other, and although they didn't know why he asked that, they told him the truth: "It was Ifas who said that."
Ifas...the silent, gentle, tall, masked postman.
"Where are you going next?" Bai Ling asked suddenly.
The three of them saluted and reported: "Twenty-six omegas among the refugees are pregnant. We are going to send them to the camp for examination with the medical team."
Bai Ling nodded to indicate that he understood, then turned around and took out a large bottle of [Universal Odor Barrier (Military Edition)] from the ration bag.
Spray it vigorously, leaving no blind spots untouched, making sure that you smell like barrier agent from the inside out. Even if the king of gods comes, he won't be able to smell that he is the king of gods' omega.
He put on his tactical helmet, pulled down the goggles, asked for an ID card from an omega from the medical team, and got on the transport vehicle in a serious manner.
The transport vehicle has to take into account the task of transporting materials, so the seats are usually arranged on both sides, leaving an open space in the middle.
So, the two rows of people sat face to face and could see each other's actions clearly.
After a while, Nightingale came over with his men.
In order to prevent someone pretending to be an O from sneaking in, the transport vehicle is usually equipped with an alpha to prevent emergencies and suppress the entire scene.
Nightingale whispered, "There are pregnant Os in here, and some of them... have been treated violently and are very afraid of A."
Ifas nodded slightly to show that he understood.
Before getting on the bus, the man casually took out a folding muzzle, unfolded it with a click, and put it on his face in full view of everyone.
Everyone: Cover…the…face…and…cage…my…fuck.
Bai Ling: ...What kind of good person would always carry a muzzle in his pocket? !
Facing the gaze, the man said in a low and hoarse voice that seemed to have been processed and distorted: "I am quite aggressive, and it is necessary to use coercive measures. Please don't be offended."
In a word, he took all the omegas' panic about strangers on himself.
He is too dangerous, not others who are overly sensitive.
Compared to some males who always show off the suppressive power of pheromones, his statement is really gentlemanly and considerate.
There was a young nurse sitting next to Bai Ling. She whispered softly and asked gently:
"Will this be too much trouble?"
After all, alphas generally reject muzzle cages, thinking they restrict their freedom. Even if they are willing to wear it occasionally, they will only do it behind closed doors at home. They will never be willing to confine themselves for others in public.
The other party, however, showed a docility that was completely contrary to his size: "It's not a problem. I'm used to it. My family also supports it."
The young nurse said: "Wow, he's still a husband."
Bai Ling:? ? ?
Nightingale on the other side of the carriage: [(chirping darkly) Chirp, chirp, chirp, who understands? I love seeing the fierce A wearing a muzzle, just like a police dog on a mission, so handsome and makes me feel safe. ]
The young nurse sitting next to me was typing furiously in the group: [(roaring and moving) I like it. I must date someone like this before I die. ]
No one noticed that Commander Bai was silently turning his face away in the corner, with his thin lips pursed into a straight line.
I understand.
Talked about it. Love watching it.
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