Poseidon in Arknights

"Just an eraser!?"

"Yeah, it's an eraser, but this eraser can go through glass! Get away from them! Ouch, that hurts!!"

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"Good aim, boss!"

The Emperor smiled confidently: "Hold on tight, Texas!"

Texas nodded and then slammed on the gas pedal: "Time to accelerate."

Croissant grabbed the handrail in advance and wedge herself firmly into the seat with both feet: "Hold on tight, Texas doesn't show any mercy when she's speeding."

To prevent the two people leaning out of the car window from getting too excited and being thrown out, Yu Yue added several extra seat belts for them with water.

"A-Neng, puncture their tires!" The Emperor gradually started to get a little carried away.

"Roger that!" Exusiai nodded excitedly, lowered the muzzle of her gun, and aimed at the wheels of the vehicle in front of her.

"Using rubber bullets to shoot rubber wheels?" Bison looked up at the two men in surprise.

"I can do it if I want to," the Emperor said coolly, pushing up his sunglasses.

Bison paused for a moment: "Miss Yuzuki, Miss Texas, couldn't you stop them?!"

Texas silently turned her head away.

"Why do you think I'm on this bus?" Yuzuki smiled as she looked at Bison. "Firstly, to prevent them from getting too carried away and affecting the civilians. Secondly, because I've been a bit bored lately, so I wanted to watch some drama."

Bison opened his mouth, looked at Yuuki, but ultimately didn't say anything. He originally thought that Yuuki and Texas were the most reliable people here, but now it seems that neither of them are very reliable.

"Oh well, they're having a lot of fun." Croissant waved her hand dismissively, "Anyway, Yuuki is there to make up for it."

As for Exusiai, who was already in a frenzy, she laughed loudly on the roof of the vehicle: "Watch this! Show me a somersault on the spot!"

"Hey, I can't turn the steering wheel!"

"Nonsense, jump out of the car!" The gangster in the back seat said as he kicked open the car door and jumped out.

Looking at the cars spinning wildly ahead, Bison suddenly remembered something: "Wait! They're going that fast, we'll get caught in them too!"

Xi Yue shook her head helplessly. This was why she had come along; these guys sometimes got too carried away and forgot things.

The water enveloped the vehicle, causing it to float in the air, and the wheels spun freely, quickly losing their forward momentum.

"Phew, thank you so much, Miss Yuzuki." Bai Song breathed a sigh of relief, retracting his earlier statement. Among Penguin Logistics, Miss Yuzuki was still the most reliable.

—Longmen Central Park, Fish Ball Stall—

"Your order of Rinmaru."

After receiving the food, a female tourist stood aside, scooped up a piece with a spoon, ate it, and exclaimed, "Wow, the texture and elasticity are really good! No wonder this restaurant is recommended in the 'Top 100 Local Delicacies Guide'!"

Jie nodded: "I'm glad the guest likes it."

The male tourist nudged his girlfriend beside him: "Hey, don't you think that shop owner is a little scary?"

The female tourist glanced at it and nodded: "Exactly! Not only do they look fierce, but they're clearly selling 'scaled meatballs,' so why is there a kitchen knife on the table...?"

"And the travel guide said the owner was some old man known as the God of the Scale Balls," the male tourist said, as if suddenly remembering something. "Ah, could it be that the yakuza raided the place..."

Jie looked up and asked, "Hmm? Guest, is there anything else you need?"

"No, it's okay."

"The guests lately have been really strange." Jie shook his head and continued to deal with what he was doing.

"It's all because your expression is too fierce." A little tiger walked over. "And why are you dressed like that to run the stall? Can't you think about Uncle Dong's reputation?"

"It's you, Huaihu. Finished your part-time job?"

Huaihu nodded: "I guess so. The firm said they owed you money last time, how much was it again?"

"Thirty-two yuan and sixty cents, let's round it down. Want to try some?"

"Why are you doing this all of a sudden? I didn't bring any extra change."

Jie waved his hand and said, "Just accept it as a token of my appreciation. After all, you always support my business."

"Then, I won't stand on ceremony." Huaihu took the scale ball handed to him by Jie.

"Hmm, it's delicious, but isn't this old man's stall? Are you just using his food to curry favor?"

Jie sighed: "Why do you always have to pick on me? I'll pay for it myself..."

Huaihu nodded: "That's good. But your skills have indeed improved. If only those guys took their work as seriously as you do."

Just as Jie was about to reply, a woman's voice rang out from the side: "Hello, one order of fish balls."

"Ah, okay, please wait a moment, sir."

“It’s alright, I’m not in a hurry. It’s rare to see the river view from here.” Mostima waved his hand, then looked towards the distant river view.

"The aroma is really nice. This food guide is quite reliable."

Huaihu, standing to the side, looked at Mostima's expression with a slightly strange expression.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Here's your change."

"Thank you." Mostima casually thanked him after receiving the Scale Ball and left.

"Please take your time, guest." Jie turned around and noticed Huaihu was still looking at the guest. "Huaihu? What are you looking at?"

"No, that lady always seemed a little strange... Do Sarkaz have horns?"

Jie didn't care at all: "Let's put on makeup on Requiem Night."

Huaihu shook his head: "It doesn't seem like it. Never mind, it's not a good habit to speculate about others without reason."

"What are you planning to do next? Go back to the firm?"

"Go back and study, there's an exam in a couple of days."

Jie looked at Huaihu strangely: "Do we still have to study on the day of the Requiem Festival?"

“Requiem is a festival to send off the souls. In modern society, festivals are basically defined as consumption, so I’m not interested.” Huai Hu paused and added, “The point is, I don’t have that much salary. Rather, I would prefer to have a higher GPA and get a scholarship.”

“Uh, well, that’s more like your style…” Jie thought of the people from other firms.

Huai Hu immediately saw what Jie was thinking: "Those guys have been out of touch with society for too long. Don't think of me as that kind of person."

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Mostima, carrying fish balls in one hand and flipping through a book in the other, said, "We should have plenty of time. Where should we go next? Let me see... Hmm, there's another one nearby..."

At that moment, gunshots and collisions could be heard coming from the overpass.

Curious residents of Longmen looked up and asked, "Hey! What happened on the overpass? Was it a car accident?"

"It doesn't seem like a simple car accident. Should we go check it out?"

"Another fight? Count me in!"

The voices of the Longmen citizens gradually rose up around them, and from their conversations, one could clearly sense a certain fierce and unruly spirit among the people of Longmen.

"You bunch of lunatics, get away from me!!!" A pitiful scream came from the overpass above.

"Hmm, so fast?" Mostima stretched. "Looks like we'll have to start work early."

Just as they were about to set off, Mostima suddenly stopped. She took the staff hanging behind her back and looked at the trembling staff in her hand with a strange expression.

Chapter 36: Requiem Night (Part 4)

Gangster A, sitting in the passenger seat, scratched his head, kicked the door open, and quickly climbed out of the car. Looking at the front of the car, which had crashed through the guardrail, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Luckily, the guardrail was sturdy enough, otherwise we would definitely be done for if we went off the overpass."

"Stop lamenting!" Gangster B, stuck in the driver's seat, reached out to Gangster A, who had already gotten out of the car before him. "Hey, give me a hand! Pull me out!"

"Here it comes!" Gang A grabbed Gang B's hand and tried to pull him out, but the deformed cockpit wasn't so easy to release the person he was holding.

Seeing the gangsters ahead trying to escape, Bison immediately opened the car door and gave chase: "They're trying to get away, everyone! We have to catch them right now!"

"Here it comes, here it comes!" Exusiai wriggled her body. "Yuzuki, put me down!"

"Exusiai, don't move! My old buddy is about to be crushed!"

In that instant, to protect the two who had poked their heads out, Yuuki used water to pull them down, but it was clear that the two were already entangled.

Croissant, who was sitting in the passenger seat, got out of the car without any hindrance.

Yuzuki also got out of the car through the door opened by Baisong, but she didn't intend to get in with him. She was just there to watch the show and provide backup; fighting was not in line with her doctor's style.

"Quick, pull him back! That chubby brat is charging at us!"

"I did my best!" Gangster B grabbed Gangster A's outstretched hand and struggled to drag him out of the deformed driver's seat. As for the pants that were torn into strips during the dragging, well, for safety reasons, that's not something to worry about.

"Phew, thanks."

"What are you thanking me for? Let's run away!" Gangster B pulled Gangster A through, trying to get through the wall of cars that had just been blocked by their vehicles' swerve.

"Don't even think about running away!"

Just as Bison was about to give chase with his shield, a tremendous force came from the shield.

"Wow, so heavy!" Bison staggered from the force. "How...?"

Croissant was the first to react: "A sniper!?"

The Emperor did not panic. Instead, he calmly called out to Texas, who was about to get out of the car, "Hey, Texas."

Texas glanced at the Emperor's calm face and nodded: "Understood."

Standing on the road, Yuzuki smiled and glanced back: "Poor child."

On the other side of the road.

Bison quickly turned around, cautiously hiding his upper body and head behind his shield.

'Sniper, is this their ambush? Damn it, we've been tricked again.' Just as Bison was thinking this, another shot rang out, but Bison felt no pain or force from the shield.

'Missing target, the enemy missed?' Just as Bison was wondering, he suddenly felt a jolt in his forehead and turned his head to his right.

That was one of the cars that had been smashed when the gang's vehicle made a sharp turn. The people in the car had already left, and now, the car's fuel tank was punctured.

'No, his target is the fuel tank!'

"Hey, what's going on? Who's attacking that chubby kid? Is it Capone?" Gangster A turned around and looked.

"Who knows? He'll never have time to worry about us. Stop talking! That wolf is charging over too, run!"