Doctor 315 looked at the frowning group and said hoarsely, "That's why I said I'm very willing to give him a chance. If he can truly complete this mission brilliantly, I'd also be very willing to promote him. Young people, it's normal to be eager to make ritorious contributions. Who knows, he might really be a hidden gem."
The group nodded thoughtfully, having essentially dismissed their suspicions about Losh for the ti being.
But even if his identity could temporarily pass muster, they still had doubts about his capabilities.
"Doctor, regardless, handing over such great authority to him, we feel it's still too risky. So I believe it would be best to send soone to supervise him. This way, we can further evaluate his abilities and also prevent him from doing anything out of line. If we really discover problems, we can make adjustnts as early as possible."
A Plague Doctor stepped forward and presented his suggestion to Doctor 315.
Doctor 315 said hoarsely, "Oh? Do you have any suitable candidates in mind?"
Before the surrounding Plague Doctors could speak, Losh's direct superior raised his hand and said deeply:
"Doctor, I believe I am the best candidate. He is the action squad leader under my jurisdiction and my subordinate. I know him better, and he will listen to . If I really discover any anomalies, I will report to you imdiately!"
Doctor 315 looked at him and said:
"Good! In that case, this task is yours. But don't play favorites or engage in any misconduct, or the responsibility will fall on you."
Losh's superior cupped his fist hoarsely and said, "Rest assured, Doctor. If I really find any anomalies in him, I will absolutely not show him any leniency. After all, my na Iron Face isn't for nothing."
Doctor 315 nodded, very gratified, and had full confidence in this subordinate.
---
Two minutes later.
Inside Lynn's chamber.
"Losh, as you know, as your direct superior, I, Iron Face, have always been iron-fisted and ruthless, selfless and fearless. This ti, I have been ordered by the Doctor to supervise you, and I will certainly go to great lengths to investigate any violations or disciplinary infractions you commit. Do you understand?"
Lynn stood in front of the large screen, looking at his direct superior on the screen, and nodded emphatically: "Perfectly understood!"
"And you must also be very clear that if you fail the mission, it's a capital cri worthy of execution. And things like abusing power, taking kickbacks, engaging in corrupt bribery—these will leave a huge stain on your record. Are you clear?"
Lynn nodded and said, "Extrely clear!"
"..."
A brief silence.
"So, the two of us colluding to embezzle ninety percent of the stuff... isn't that just a bit too blatant?"
"It does seem a little excessive. Should we reduce it slightly?"
"Better to reduce it!"
"Then let's go with eighty-nine percent. Big Brother takes forty-nine point five percent, I take thirty-nine point five percent, and that remaining one percent can be considered giving the Doctor so face. How about that?"
"Did we really only reduce it by that little?"
"How about two percent?"
"Forget it, a little more is better than a little less."
"I think so too."
In the main hall, the two n, separated by the screen, solemnly clacked away at abacuses and quickly reached an unprecedented consensus.
The atmosphere was just too harmonious. So harmonious that a single glance seed enough to understand what the other was thinking.
Ah!
This wretched trade of power and money!
It was so practiced, it felt like it was carved into their very bones!
Soon, having reached an unprecedented consensus with his superior, Lynn (￣︶￣) air-punched across the screen with his superior and said:
"Then I truly rely on you, Big Brother! As long as you can turn a blind eye and say a few good words for your little brother in front of the Doctor, once I finish this mission, I will never forget your kindness."
Iron Face (ノ￣▽￣) said, "Don't worry, since I've accepted your goodies, Big Brother will definitely close both eyes! Just go wild out there. With Big Brother covering for you, even if you forcefully had your way with the Doctor's daughter, I could still keep you safe and sound~"
Lynn (￣︶￣) said, "Is that so? Big Brother is really too strong! Is the Doctor's daughter pretty?"
Iron Face (￣▽￣)~* said, "Pretty, definitely pretty~"
Lynn (￣︶￣) said, "Then I'll go forcefully have my way with her right now..."
SLAM—
A fist print appeared on the screen.
"That was just a taphor! Don't you dare actually go do it! Enough nonsense, since I've accepted your tribute, the command authority for all the departnt's squads is yours. I'll smooth things over on all fronts. Then I'm going to sleep. Do whatever the hell you want in the anti!"
Lynn very seriously gave his superior on the screen a thumbs up and said:
"Good night, Big Brother!"
"..."
Soon, after successfully sending off his direct superior and inspector with half of the supplies, Lynn knew that his plan was half-complete.
Lynn grinned mysteriously and quickly used the authority chip to log into their Action Departnt's neural network.
With the remote neural link.
The current positions of all action personnel throughout the entire Leviathan instantly flooded Lynn's mind.
But more importantly.
Lynn's mind moved.
In an instant, on a corridor one zone away, on a smoke-filled wall, an eyeball slowly squird out from the wall, imdiately capturing the current image of that chanical Girl still locked in a fierce battle with that Aberration.
The eyeball that Lynn controlled curved into a ridiculous crescent shape.
What could you do?
This was what you called real power.
Just like that old saying: While you're still struggling and toiling away, the other guy has already climbed into managent.
So tedious!
It was truly too tedious!
And in the corridor, Silver Fantasy, who was battling the Aberration, suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. It was as if she was being watched by so extrely vile existence, and a very subtle unease slowly began to creep in.
This feeling was exactly the sa as before, when she was underground and about to be humiliated by that despicable bastard.
Was it just her imagination?
Why did she always feel like sothing bad was about to happen?
And just as Silver Fantasy's gaze was about to sweep over, Lynn decisively and sinisterly severed the link with that eyeball. Then he gave a slight smile and adjusted his mask.
"Let's go. We're heading to the Bio-armant Factory to collect our supplies and prepare to make a move on that chanical Girl."
...
A few minutes later.
Lynn, with his group of over a dozen imposing Plague Doctor squads behind him, changed into his newly acquired "Eighth Executive Officer" high-ranking officer uniform. Wearing a large, magnificent cloak, a pale crow mask trimd with gold, and silver-edged tal boots, he strode down the corridor toward the factory like so corrupt bureaucrat, surrounded by his little brothers.
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