Poseidon in Tomorrow's Ark

After Baisong finished speaking, he looked at the emperor and said, "Although the contents of the contract between me and Mr. Dadi have been confirmed before, it is still..."

The emperor raised his hand to interrupt Baisong's words: "Wait, I have a small question, how did your big and strong father raise you to be so..."

"...Boss." Texas sighed. She knew that her boss was often out of touch, and Penguin Logistics had long been accustomed to it. But for a newcomer like Baisong, it might take some time to adapt.

"Okay, okay, you continue."

Although interrupted by the emperor, Baisong coughed and continued, "Well, regarding the attack just now, it was undoubtedly a provocation to Fengchi Logistics and Penguin Logistics."

"This matter must not be taken lightly. If necessary, I will inform my father and the Imperial Guard Bureau. This matter should be regarded as a vicious attack..."

Before Baisong could continue, the emperor lost interest and turned to look at Texas beside him: "Hey, Texas."

"Ok?"

"what's for dinner?"

Texas pointed at Xiyue who was rubbing her face and said, "Go find Xiyue. She's in charge of cooking."

Yes, Xiyue has become the cook of Penguin Logistics because she found that the people in Penguin Logistics eat very unhealthy meals. Except for Kong, who would eat some vegetables to maintain his figure, the others basically eat whatever is oily and spicy.

The kitchen in the lobby of Penguin Logistics is basically just a decoration. The dishes and chopsticks inside have hardly even been opened, except for the few they are using. The microwave is probably the most commonly used one.

As for why, it all depends on a certain angel who frequently microwaves apple pies.

In order to reduce the impact of this unhealthy eating habit on her colleagues, Xiyue resolutely became a glorious cook.

As for the results, they are very significant. After all, the diet therapy that Xiyue has mastered is not just for show. Although she can't make glowing dishes, the taste will not be bad.

Even if Xiyue really wanted to make glowing food, she could also exchange the corresponding skills from the system, but Xiyue felt that there was no need, so she didn't do it.

Before Xiyue could say anything, Angelus spoke first: "Welcome to the party! Do you need to ask? Xiyue, I want dessert!"

The desserts made by Xiyue are very delicious. Angel thinks that they can even be compared with some dessert masters in Lateran.

But what makes Angel angry is that Xiyue seldom makes desserts. As a staunch dessert lover, it is undoubtedly a torture to have someone around who can make delicious desserts but doesn't.

I finally found a reasonable excuse, and I will definitely let it go!

Seeing that Xiyue was absorbed in petting the wolf and didn't intend to pay attention to her, Angel looked around, intending to find someone to bother Xiyue with her, but she found that there seemed to be someone missing in the base.

"Where did Kong go? Didn't he stay to look after the house?"

"You just realized it?" Croissant said nonchalantly, "Anyway, as long as Texas contacts her, she will be able to come back immediately."

Then Croissant saw Baisong who looked confused: "Ah, sorry, go on."

"Empty?" Baisong was puzzled, but he still coughed lightly, trying to attract the attention of others: "...Ahem, the most urgent task is to investigate the enemies who attacked us. Does anyone from Penguin Logistics have any clues?"

Angel of Power put her feet on the coffee table, and seemed to understand that Xiyue was not going to make dessert for her. She looked gloomy. When she heard the question from Croissant, she replied casually, "A clue? Isn't it just an ordinary business dispute?"

Baisong was a little confused when he heard what the Angel of Power said: "Uh, business dispute...?"

Any company that has a business dispute would use bombs and thugs, and the amount of bombs used was not small, directly collapsing the highway.

The emperor walked to the table and opened the drawer. When he found it was empty, he shouted, "Texas! Where are the cigars in my drawer!?"

"Boss, we haven't been back to this base for a long time. I'm afraid it has already gotten moldy." Texas looked at the boss and pointed at Xiyue: "Kong and Xiyue, they cleaned it this morning. Maybe they threw it away then."

"Don't look for it. I threw it away this morning. It's almost grown mushrooms." Xiyue replied casually while playing with the red and chewy wolf ears.

Upon hearing this, the emperor collapsed on the sofa like a dying penguin: "Ah, then I will die tonight, no, this won't do..."

"Ah, go ahead, don't worry about it."

Baisong looked around and found that no one seemed to care, but he felt that this matter was very important, so he continued: "First of all, we should clarify the enemy's purpose..."

The emperor, who was lying on the sofa, seemed to suddenly remember something and sat up abruptly: "Wait, music! My vinyl records! Are there a box of them here?"

Croissant thought for a moment and then said, "Ah, it seems I moved it here. That box must have cost me several months' salary."

The Angel looked around and pulled out a box from under the table: "Here, which one do you want to listen to?"

"Any one will do. The one I choose will only be the best at the end of the universe." The emperor waved his hand and told the Archangel to do whatever he wanted. "Ah, music. Life will not be boring with art. Praise music, and myself!"

The Angel picked up a random record and put it into the record player on the table. As the record spun, a Columbia-style jazz song started playing.

The emperor was lying on the sofa enjoying himself: "Life with music is perfect, Baisong, go on."

Baisong, who was interrupted repeatedly, apparently forgot what he had just said: "...Where was I?"

"Their purpose."

"Yes! Their target should be me. Perhaps, they want to sow discord between your company and mine."

The emperor said indifferently: "What? It's just a small matter. I thought it was just revenge for what happened before..."

Baisong looked at the emperor: "Do you have any clues?"

"Ahem! Texas! Go investigate them!"

Texas said to Pocky: "Boss, it's your break time now, so the overtime pay will be tripled."

"Well, there are about 17 or 18 fights of this magnitude every month. Isn't this how messengers work?" Archangel looked at Baisong, seeming a little surprised as to why the other party was making such a fuss over a simple business dispute.

"What?" Baisong looked at the Archangel with even more strange eyes. He couldn't understand why the other party thought that the messenger's job was so violent?

"Shouldn't the messenger be more secretive and quicker?... The use of force has never been the standard."

Xiyue put Hong down from her arms and said with deep sympathy: "When I first joined, I had the same idea as you. We are obviously a logistics company, why are we always involved in gang fights?"

The emperor patted the table and said, “Because their taste is too low, their taste for being human is too low.

"Because the boss pays us. But we still transport goods in accordance with the law." Croissant paused and said, "It's just that most of the time it becomes armed transportation."

Angel of Power agreed with Croissant's words: "Yeah, what's the problem with that?"

"Is this really okay?" Baisong looked at Xiyue.

"Don't look at me. I can only say that you have to get used to it. This is what Penguin Logistics does." Xiyue spread her hands. "Why else do you think there are rumors that the express delivered by Penguin Logistics may disappear along with the recipient?"

Texas turned her head and looked away with a long sigh. She wanted to explain, but this was the fact.

"Wait a minute." Texas pointed to a box beside him and said, "Here is the code that Sora left behind."

Baisong walked over and saw broken biscuits arranged in a row: "Biscuits, biscuits?"

The Angel looked at the biscuits with a look of pity: "Ah, why did you open it and leave it here? It won't taste good if it gets damp."

"The side with chocolate is long and the tail is short. That's the code, Sora once said."

Croissant was surprised: "What? Were you serious at that time? It wasn't a joke?"

"I just wrote down what Kong said." Texas replied casually, "Suspicious element", well, Kong might have chased him out.

"Let her be. It's time to get off work." The emperor said indifferently, "Today is the night of mourning. There is no overtime and no capitalist oppression. Otherwise, even the dead will not be at peace."

"Who wants to go for a drink tonight?"

Croissant immediately followed Dadi's words and said, "Ah, is the boss treating us? He just imported a batch of expensive Tibetan wine last time~"

The emperor grinned, "That's totally fine. You guys have plenty of salary to deduct anyway."

Xiyue looked at Croissant and said, "If you want to drink, I can treat you. In return, remember to drink with me..."

"Forget it!" Before Xiyue could finish her words, Croissant immediately lost interest and turned away.

Drinking with Xiyue, did she want to donate her life? She just wanted to take advantage of her boss, not to sacrifice herself.

Baisong saw the topic gradually deviating and said quickly: "Wait! Um... don't we have any countermeasures?"

"unnecessary."

"Just let these mafia do what they want?" Baisong looked at the indifferent crowd. Why did he feel like he was the only one who was anxious?

"Just take a step and see."

"...Won't the Longmen Guard Bureau intervene?"

After thinking for a while, Angel said: "Probably not. They should be used to it. As long as we solve it before they ask for punishment, it won't be a big deal."

"Uh..." Baisong really wanted to throw something now. This was completely different from what he had imagined!

"Now that you are here, make the best of it. Don't overthink it. Now that you have joined Penguin Logistics, dealing with the Longmen Guard Bureau will be a daily routine."

Hearing Texas' words, Baisong nodded resignedly. "So, what about your usual work?"

"Deliver the goods as commissioned, and then fight. If you have to fight, fight first... Ouch." Before Archangel could finish his words, a candy hit Archangel on the head.

"Don't listen to her nonsense. Prioritize completing your work. If your employer has any questions... we can discuss it later."

Baisong looked at Xiyue and thought: "Is it possible that what you said is similar to what he meant?"

The emperor patted the table to attract Baisong's attention: "Hey, kid named Baisong, your father entrusted you to us, even if it's only temporarily, you are also a member of Penguin Logistics, do you understand?"

"I see. Uh, probably."

Baisong thought he had made all possible preparations, but apparently he was not ready.

"Then you must remember the first important rule that Penguin Logistics employees must know, which is: "Don't be too particular about details."

The Angel of Power at the side raised his hand and said, "Wasn't it "Entertainment to Death" yesterday?"

Croissant recalls an earlier rule: “I remember it was ‘carpe diem’.”

"...Almost." The emperor, who was repeatedly criticized by his own employees, felt a little embarrassed and moved his butt. "There are many criminals who want to kidnap a young man like you. According to our rules, we will beat them one by one. It's that simple."

"Wait, why does my butt feel weird? Is there something under my perfect ergonomic sofa chair?"

"Hmm? Let me see." Angel walked over, carried his boss down, and lifted the cushion.

"Ah, what a cute candy box! Boss, you actually hid snacks under the chair!"

"Nonsense, how could I be so stupid as to hide snacks in a...candy box like this?"

Angel nodded, picked up the tin box, and pointed at the words on it: "It's a candy box, and it says 'Victoria Fruit Gummy Candy' on it..."

As Angel was about to open it, Texas quickly said, "Stay away, Angel, it's probably a trap, don't open it..."

"Eh?"

Texas sighed, "Ah, get down!"

Chapter 35: Requiem Night (Part )

Archangel promptly threw the bomb onto the table, while Croissant and Bison nervously raised their shields and stepped forward to protect everyone.

Then, an explosion sounded, but Croissant and Baisong were a little confused. Why didn't they feel any thrust?

Xiyue's voice sounded calmly: "Why are you so nervous? And Angel of Energy, you should change your bad habit of being impatient."

"Is it a joke, or their warning?" Baisong nervously put down his shield and looked at the table where Archangel had just thrown the bomb.

There is a transparent marble about the size of a few fists floating on the table?

Through the outside, you can see a black iron box whose shell has begun to twist, curl, and break, and the word "candy" can still be vaguely seen on the iron box.

The twisted and shattered objects wrapped in it present the feeling of explosion at that moment, and the white transparent material wrapped around this group of gorgeous fireworks makes the whole bomb look like a huge transparent marble.

Xiyue walked over, picked up the sphere and tossed it up and down: "Don't be nervous, I have frozen this bomb. It's a trap, a trap that only an impatient person can trigger."

As Xiyue finished speaking, everyone's eyes were fixed on the Archangel.

"This...this can't be blamed on me." Angel wanted to argue, but what happened just now was caused by her carelessness, so her explanation seemed so pale and powerless.

"Okay, just remember the lesson." Xiyue tossed the ice ball up and down. "As for this thing, it can be used as a nice ornament. For example, put it in the room of Angel of Exorcism to remind her not to be impatient."

The emperor nodded, his eyes following the ice ball tossed up and down in Xiyue's hand: "Not good enough..."

Originally, he wanted to thank Xiyue for saving his records. After all, his records were placed under the table. If the explosion just now went off, all the records would definitely be lost. However,

When people are nervous, they tend to ignore some things, such as the music that suddenly stops in the background. But now the emperor realized that the jazz music that was originally playing in the background has stopped.

"Here, boss."

Texas pointed to the ground next to him, where a phonograph that had been smashed to pieces was lying quietly. Of course, it was not only the phonograph that was smashed, but also the vinyl record on it.

"No!!!!" The indescribable penguin scream echoed throughout the stronghold.

Angel of Exorcism immediately poked Croissant next to him and asked in a low voice: "Hey! Is that box of vinyl records the Columbia collection that the boss bought on the black market?"

Croissant thought about it and nodded: "It seems so. I haven't seen the boss for a while. I'm so sad."

Xiyue, who had sharp ears, heard the whispers between Croissant and Angelica. She smiled at the sad emperor lying on the ground and said, "Boss, please be positive. Fortunately, I froze the bombs, otherwise I don't think any of your records would be saved today."

Hearing Xiyue's words, the emperor immediately turned around nervously and looked at the record box under the table.

Fortunately, thanks to Xiyue's help, there was no loss except the piece on the phonograph on the table.