About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

W's standard mischievous gloating voice came over the intercom.

"At this time, I hope that I can join the action... All in all, the situation of the town has been explored, and I can act in about 3 minutes. I will tell you the situation of the key nodes."

Orson began to share the information he detected with W in the distance, and at the same time, he was thinking about why he was in this kind of town in the wilderness now, a hostage boy who could be pushed down by cosplay.

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"We need a person who is capable of fighting, but looks bad, and can collect and transmit information~"

"It sounds like there are no such people in Rhode Island."

"So can you help me, Orson?"

"But I don't look good at all! It's better to say that my current aura—"

"Don't lie to yourself, I have already talked to Kelsey Amiya here, the risk of this mission will only be on other people, and will not affect you."

"Hey!!"

Earlier in Rhodes Island, the conversation just happened between W and Orson.

The Sarkaz mercenary W, whom he hadn’t seen for a long time, suddenly came to the door, and called for (although the person involved did not admit it) needed Orson’s help. This is actually a very rare situation for Orson who knows W’s character.

After holding on for a few seconds, Orson finally decided to agree to help. Although W itself is an unpredictable existence, after all, he experienced the city-cutting incident together, and W himself and the predecessor of Rhodes Island also had a lot of connections. In fact, Orson still trusts the American cockroach.

Anyway, it's better than lying on your stomach in Rhodes Island.

On the way of riding a light off-road vehicle with W, Orson also learned from the conversation what W has been doing during the period since the end of the Qiecheng Incident.

In fact, W did not completely sever contact with Rhodes Island as Orson thought. Rather, after the Battle of Qiecheng, W and Rhodes Island got closer under the bridge of Qiecheng.

This Sarkaz mercenary who looks crazy, but actually has his own set of ideas and beliefs, the essential purpose is to lead his companions to fight for a "better future".

Since it is for the "future", the Sarkaz people's susceptibility to ore disease needs to find a solution. No one wants to suddenly explode in the process of chasing their beliefs.

Now the Sarkaz mercenary group led by W has signed an agreement with Rhodes Island, not only can they get a certain amount of suppressive drugs on a regular basis, they can even enjoy a 7% discount on medical examinations.

Of course, the Sarkaz mercenaries scoffed at this at the beginning, saying, "How could an unknown Sarkaz soldier go for a medical examination!?" Among the ten, eight quit drinking, seven quit smoking, and four ate vegetables for half a year.

"So, what about the town we're going to?"

After roughly understanding the current situation of W and her companions, Orson asked about the specific task content.

"We were clearing out a group of notorious thieves before—during the civil war in Kazdel, there were still a lot of mobs like this who came out and became thieves. My impression will only get worse, so—"

"You killed them?"

"Taking away their main base, that was barely a tough battle, and we rested in a nearby town for a few days—then when we evacuated, the bastards who were not at the base began to vent their anger on The town is on."

"...I probably understand."

When he was in the north before, Orson had actually heard similar stories. In order to vent their anger or prevent disasters caused by their failed actions, the pickets would forcibly charge some villages with inexplicable crimes, and use this as a scapegoat to vent their anger.

"The core of this operation is decapitation. The bastard in the lead is a veritable shrinking turtle. What we have to do is to chop off his head before he shrinks his head, and at the same time do not trigger the vigilance of others - that guy will definitely put it residents as hostages."

"It sounds like a long-lost stealth mission. Leave it to me. Although I haven't fought much during this time, the technology should not be unfamiliar."

Ao Sen squeezed his palms, once in Qiecheng, he and Junjun did many such 'disgraceful' things.

"Well, then I'll leave it to you, Orson. After this matter, I'll do whatever you want. It's okay if you want to do some sexy things~?"

W leaned towards Orson temptingly, with one finger still hitting the chest of the clothes and hooking it downward.

"That kind of thing is fine, but...you really changed a lot, W."

Orson looked away, after all, the last time W stripped off his clothes in front of him, he was wearing a layer of C4 explosives.

And compared to the task itself, Orson is more concerned about the transformation of W. If it was the old Periplaneta americana, I am afraid that he would not go to the appointment for this town. After all, what she likes is to blow people up to the sky, not for the sake of no conflict of interest. People take risks.

Perhaps the mercenary also saw another possibility.

"People will always change, Orson. I only hope that my change can make life better for the brothers who follow me, and let 'her' will continue."

W's tone is very serious, without the usual playful and crazy look.

However, before Orson could sigh, W suddenly stepped on the brake in the next second.

"arrive."

"Are you here? This is not Huang-puwu!"

Orson, who didn't figure it out, was suddenly thrown out by W.

"Collect information well, 'hostage-san'~"

"Huh? What's 'hostage-san'—"

Orson vaguely felt that he had been fooled for a moment, but before he had time to complain, several off-road vehicles drove up from a distant town and surrounded him.

"who!"

"Hey woo woo!? I am a stowaway who was found and kicked out of Ursas. It really helped me a lot. Help me!"

Orson, who has never eaten pork but has seen pigs running, often makes up excuses, can now make up excuses like those regular customers.

"Help you?"

The thieves looked at Orson, and then smiled at each other.

Not long after, a young boy with a collar and a displeased face appeared in the occupied town.

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"The hostages are all placed in the barn, next to the signal tower in the northwest corner—above."

Back to the present, Orson informed W of the detailed information he observed when he was a hostage. The content was so detailed that he almost reported the underwear models of this group of people.

"Got it, Orson, please stand by near the barn. The observers will be sniped here first, and then an explosion will be caused on the edge of the town. Because the explosion is far away from the town, the leader will not directly kill the hostages, but Yes, we will move over there to observe, and then we will spy on that turtle, and then...hehe."

W immediately made a plan for the next assassination.

"Sounds good, but it's a test of sniper accuracy. W, is your sniper level okay?"

Orson asked a little worriedly, but it was replaced by a dull voice in the earphone.

Pu!

There was almost a delay of about 1 second, and the sniper on the observation tower behind Orson staggered for a while, and then lost his breath in the posture of leaning against the edge of the railing.From a distance, I even thought that the other party was still standing guard.

"Don't worry, Orson, this distance is considered close."

"Scout?"

Rhode Island's elite sniper operator, SCOUT's voice came from the intercom.

"That... don't tell Dr. Kelsey, Orson. I came out in a private capacity this time."

Scout said with some embarrassment.

"That old lynx is still so scary~? So how about coming here from Rhodes Island?"

W laughed and joked that the two Sarkaz were old acquaintances a long time ago.

The chat almost ended there, and Orson immediately rushed to the side of the barn, ready to launch a curtain call at any time to prevent the bomb buried in the neck of the hostage from detonating.

—This barn...is almost exactly the same as it was back then.

Looking at the 'somewhat familiar' buildings in front of him, Orson suddenly recalled the village in the north, the village where he was born.

The same barn, the same people locked in to die.

The only difference is that this time I don't have a stolen key in my hand, but instead - the power that can easily cut off the chain, the rest talisman.

brake!

The rest cut the shackles, the barn door was opened, and the people inside looked at Orson in horror.

"What's going on-damn it! Go to hell with me...it's you?"

Before he could say anything, Orson sensed the approach of the enemy, and cursed voices came from behind him.

【take a bow】--

Orson turned around and found that it was the leader man who had been pierced by a bullet in his left shoulder and desperately pressed the switch with the detonator in his right hand.

Orson didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

The man showed a puzzled expression for a moment when he saw Orson, but it soon turned into an evil and bloodthirsty smile that had found his chance.

"Stinky boy, I thought you had no strength just looking at you, and opening the barn would make it easy for the hostages to escape desperately, so you were left outside. It seems that you want to be a hero?"

The man pressed the bullet hole with his palm holding the detonator, and approached Orson step by step.

——Did SCOUT miss it?This attack should go right through this guy's forehead.

When Orson thought this way, W's voice came from the earphone.

"Leave the others to us, and leave that guy to you—you have to blow off steam once in a while, don't you?"

——So that’s how it is. She is really considerate in a strange way.

Orson blinked, and understood that the man in front of him who was gradually approaching him was a 'sacrifice' specially reserved for him by W in order to calm down the anger he endured before.

I'm actually not that angry.

Although he wanted to tell W that, but because of [Curtain Call], Orson finally kept silent.

"That kind of look...what's the matter with that kind of look! You bastard - woo!!"

The man swung his fist at Orson, and was easily dodged. He suffered a severe blow to the abdomen and vomited all over the floor.

"You clean it yourself this time, I'm still on vacation."

"What are you talking about—aaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"

The rest pierced the man's stomach, and he would suffer 20-30 minutes of torture before bleeding to death.

Orson picked up the detonator, only then noticed that the launch module of the detonator had been destroyed by a bullet.

It's really rigorous and superfluous...

Orson sighed with a wry smile, and then looked at the people in the barn.

"Come one by one in line, and I will unlock the locks for you."

"unlock……?"

"..."