About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

"...This, what is this?"

Orson tossed his sunglasses aside and stared in disbelief at the wall of the training room, where a roll of bandages was embedded in the wall, surrounded by the cracks the bandages had caused.

"I hope I can help you a lot, so...well, I specially practiced throwing bandages."

"Isn't this a matter of training tricks!? It's better to say that throwing such a powerful bandage can really give first aid instead of superseding it!"

"Ok?"

Orson looked at Ansel while making complaints, and the hunk pink bunny just said, 'Huh? ' tilted his head, as if he didn't know what Orson was talking about.

Orson used rests to dig out the bandages from the wall. After hesitating for a long time, he wrote 'failed' on the [Battlefield First Aid] column.

The bandage medical emergency method suitable for this child is not to bandage others, but to bandage his own fist, and after wrapping it a few times, use the "bandaged fist" to bring an angel's kiss to the enemy.

[There is no normal person in the medical department] —— Orson firmly believed in this idea.

After sending Ansel's file to Kelsey, Orson welcomed the next 'operator' before he had time to feel that everyone on Rhodes Island is talented.

"Dr. Orson! I also want to apply to upgrade my star rating. I heard that you can get a dormitory with 3 stars. Then I can become Dr. Orson's personal nursing expert!"

"—"

Orson blinked, facing the medical trolley under his feet, he didn't know what expression to put on.

"Well... I'll see if the promotion method for the medical car is written in the notes that Instructor Dubin gave me—ahhaha, it really isn't."

Orson calmly analyzed, and then became paralyzed.

But the riots weren't over yet—

"Ha, I knew you would make such a ridiculous and senseless stealth, Lancet-2!"

"THRM-EX!? You should be repairing—"

"Hehe, I skipped the routine maintenance of Master Keluxie, in other words-now I am full of enthusiasm (referring to self-explosion at any time)"

"Dr. Orson, THRM has gone crazy, please run away with me!"

"Dr. Orson, please feel my fiery determination!"

"Don't drill into my clothes with a stethoscope...and don't blow yourself up in a place like this!!"

Follow-up records: Lancet-2 and THRM-EX, because they are suspected of thanking the chief examiner, thus depriving the operator of promotion qualifications.

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"Damn it... I didn't expect the usual job of instructor Dubin to be so terrifying."

Orson, who finally finished the operator assessment, was lying on the table, his whole body limp and melting into a puddle.

"However, I feel that I have gained a lot this time, and the relationship with everyone in Rhodes Island has become a little closer."

Instructing others on "combat techniques" is also a very novel experience for Orson. After experiencing this instructor's attempt, Orson also has some experience in teaching others combat skills.

"Is the interview over? Can you give me an extra chance to be assessed as an elite operator? Orson~?"

A girl's voice came from behind Orson.

"The assessment of an elite operator requires Dr. Amiya Kelsey and two or more elite operators as supervisors, and the premise is—W!?"

Orson instinctively responded to the nasty female voice that suddenly appeared behind him. He didn't realize until halfway through the reply that the speaker was W, the leader of the Sarkaz mercenaries.

"Long time no see, Orson. So before reminiscing about the past—do you have time to go bomb something with me?"

W showed a characteristic smirk, holding the detonator in his hand who didn't know where it was connected and asked.

On the continent of Terra, [Mobile City-State] is the most important place where residents live.A city-state that can carry entire buildings can quickly carry people to escape these catastrophes when natural disasters strike.

However, in addition to the mobile city-state, there are also some residents living in various areas.For example, the seaside city of Xista, the ancient and mysterious Kalan Snow Mountain, or the dense forest of Sargon.

These areas can prevent natural disasters to a certain extent due to their geographical location, and there are also people living in them.

However, in addition to this, there are many small settlement towns. These towns are not large or small, and they are generally rooted on the fringes of some mobile city-states.

These city-states were temporary strongholds for workers who used to mine Originium resources, and then gradually evolved into small settlements over time.The reason for these people to stay here is only the belief that "areas where natural disasters have already occurred will not encounter natural disasters again", which is not even experience.

This kind of settlement is definitely not a minority in Terra. Rather, it can be said that countless similar villages can be encountered in the former northern border.

At this moment, in a wilderness located on the west side of the Ursus territory, a not-so-small town is experiencing a disaster that is completely different from natural disasters——

"Hey, hurry up! Don't dawdle!"

The streets of this not-so-small town were deserted, and a man with a Lateran gun pinned to his waist and a black mask violently kicked a middle-aged man with his hands wrapped in chains and a frightened expression.

"Woo! No, don't fight anymore, I'm leaving now... I'm leaving now!"

The man trembled all over. It seemed that he had been beaten a lot during this time, and the two walked forward one after the other.

Not far from the square in the center of the town, a man who looked like a leader stood on a temporary wooden booth, shouting loudly at the men who were all dressed in thieves and mercenaries:

"This town has been taken by us, brothers! Have fun and drink as much as you want! Although we didn't find the trace of the explosive girl, this guy didn't dare to come to the door at all, so he could only hide like a cockroach In a dark and damp corner, there is no basis at all!"

"Oh oh!!"

The man belittled and mocked the 'explosive girl', and the younger brothers who followed him also booed passionately.

"This guy is the mayor of this town. It's ridiculous. You think you won't be discovered by hiding in the basement?"

The leader pointed to the middle-aged man who had just been pushed over with a frightened expression, and dragged him onto the stage with one hand.

"But I still want to praise you. You would rather sacrifice everyone's life than tell us the clues of the mercenaries before. This is really, too selfless."

The leader looked at the mayor with a sneer, and he could see the wicked expression on his face, while the mayor shook his head desperately, with tears and snot coming down his nose.

"I, I, I really don't know! Those mercenaries stayed for about a week, but, but they didn't say anything about their future - woo woo woo!!"

"Okay, okay, I admire your heroic figure of self-sacrifice, so shut up now."

The leader man stuffed a spherical device into the mouth of the middle-aged man, then took out a remote control from his pocket and dangled it in front of the mayor, then kicked the frightened man aside.

"boom!!"

The man pressed the button, and a dull explosion sounded from the mayor's body, followed by scarlet fragments scattered all over the place.

"Tsk, it still got on the clothes, it's really bad luck."

The leader man spat at the sticky and splashing debris, and then patted the corner of his clothes.

"Speaking of the boss, this group of people really don't know the whereabouts of that lunatic, what the hell are we—"

"We're just waiting here. If it was the lunatic before, she would definitely not care about the lives of these people, but now - this group of body bombs are our best hostages and bargaining chips. Let that lunatic also try to be killed It feels like the bloody flesh of the bomb exploded!"

The man glanced at the barn. The huge barn was filled with terrified people. Most of these people had a bomb studded collar around their necks.

"Hahahaha!" "Okay!" "Blow that crazy woman to death!"

The band of thieves and mercenaries uttered nasty yells, and then a group of people laughed and dispersed, ready to continue their fun in this hapless occupied town.

Before he left, the leader thought of something. He walked over to the boy sitting in the corner, grabbed the collar around his neck, dragged him very roughly to the corpse, and pushed him to the ground.

The young man claimed to be a captured Ursas stowaway, and he managed to save his life, only to be caught by these thieves.

"Hey, clean up this place, it's disgusting to look at! If you vomit it out, just swallow the vomit together with these internal organs, hahahaha!"

The man laughed and left the town square. In an instant, there were only cheers and screams in the houses on the side of the street.

"..."

The boy who was pushed down in the pool of blood didn't spit it out, he stood up silently, summoned a black indescribable thing to collect the corpses that had turned into debris, and buried them in the pit.

"Sorry, I can't do a better burial for you now, please be patient."

The young man bowed his head silently to the land that could not be called a "grave" at all. He didn't know if Terra had a god responsible for the dead, but he still expressed his condolences based on his past memories.

"Hey! Guy over there, come here!"

"Me? Here we come."

The boy had just finished burying the mayor when he was dragged by several thieves to a room that looked like a bar.

"Haha, you come and serve us some wine! If you dare to spill a drop--eh?"

One of the thieves took out a dagger and tried to scare the young man viciously in a threatening gesture, but before he could finish his harsh words, he saw the young man quickly bring out 8 beers from the bar, without spilling a single bit, one by one with ease. delivered to everyone.

"..."

Everyone was a little confused. They originally planned to frighten and tease this boy who looked super easy to bully and would cry non-stop for fun, but the other party's movements were so smooth that they even mixed an extra glass of cocktail for everyone , For a moment, these thieves thought that they had entered a serious bar and were entertained by top bartenders.

"You kid... just clean the floor for me! Or I'll cut your cute face a few times... Uh-wah!?"

The other thief made things difficult again, but the result was still the same. Before he could even finish his sentence, the floor had been wiped so close to zero friction, and he could even see his eye gums in the reflection when he lowered his head.

"Are there any other needs? Because I am in vacation mode now, any service is free."

The young man asked everyone indifferently, with a flat and formulaic look.

"You, you bastard... Uh, forget it! You can't be angry with a hostage, get out!"

The young man's attitude simply didn't take this group of people seriously at all, and there was even a hint of urging in his tone, but the group of thieves didn't say anything more. I don't know if it was because of the blood licking with their knives that made this group of people dare not continue. Do something about this teenager.

"receive."

Wearing a collar with a bomb that can blow his own head off, he is just a hostage who can be thrown away at any time—even so, the boy still gave a very standard and dignified salute, as if his life was not caused by these people People master the general.

"This kid..."

Everyone discussed in low voices, but no one called him back again.

Although this guy is a bit weird, the town outside is being watched by snipers, and if he dares to do anything strange, he will only be killed by snipers.

After leaving the room, Orson glanced at the sniper on the top floor of the sentry not far away, then walked within the view of the sniper, found a step and sat down.

"I always feel different from what I thought... W, can you hear me?"

"It's very clear~ This is your ability, I didn't expect to be able to talk with only such a small thing."

W's voice came from the small concealed intercom in Orson's ear.

"Well, after all, doesn't the intelligence gathering agent sound very handsome? And you are the most critical part of our operation. Come on, Orson~"

"It's already very difficult for me to restrain the urge to kill this group of people. To be honest, I now think it would be better to honestly take a vacation in Rhodes Island."

Orson whined under his breath while rubbing his eyebrows.

"Is it so boring to date me? And I also promised Kelsey tentatively, I won't let you participate in the battle."