I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 27: Disguise

"My dear master."

"Perhaps you could check if this prison is hiring?"

The raven offered its sincere opinion.

"Not a bad idea, let's give it a try." Loren thought for a mont and found it feasible.

He raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

"Fortune."

After doing all this, Loren stepped out of the shadows and ca to a quiet spot by the roadside to wait.

"Master, I must say, soone like you who snaps their fingers before going out or else gets lost."

"Is actually the most suitable person to develop this psychic ability."

Loren: "......"

"If mocking your master makes you feel better."

"Then I hope after you're done mocking, you can recall how I painstakingly raised you."

Thus, the man and the raven began their friendly mutual greetings by the roadside.

While passing the ti waiting.

Thirty minutes passed.

Just when Loren thought this idea wouldn't work.

A hovercar stopped beside Loren.

A young man got out of the vehicle and naturally walked toward Loren.

The newcor had very clear eyes.

"Hello, excuse , are you here to pick up?"

A young man with still-childish features politely asked Loren.

Loren's eyes lit up—it actually worked?!

"Of course, I'm here specifically to welco you." Loren's smile was extrely sincere.

Hearing Loren's words, the young man appeared very happy.

"That's great, I was still wondering how to start this job since it's my first position and I'm completely clueless."

"I thought starting work at the Federation prison would be quite troubleso."

"Before I ca, my father told not to worry, that soone would co to pick up. I thought he was just fooling ."

"So it's true, you're really considerate toward new prison guards."

As he spoke, he pulled out a file from his small backpack and handed it to Loren.

Loren calmly accepted the file.

Then, with equal calmness, he opened the file and casually began reading through it.

"Um, are you reviewing my file right here?" The young man seed sowhat confused.

"Of course, there's no available space inside the prison." Loren casually replied.

"I see." The young man nodded convincingly and then quietly waited.

Three minutes later.

Loren very satisfactorily closed the file folder in his hand and looked at the naive and innocent young man before him, asking:

"You ca alone? Your family didn't co to see you off?"

The young man nodded: "They wanted to co see off, but I refused. I'm not a child anymore."

After hearing this, Loren nodded with even greater satisfaction.

"Very good." After saying this, Loren raised his head and knocked out the innocent young man.

"My dear master, I must say, your despicable behavior is destroying a young man's expectations of this world."

"Expectations don't disappear, they just transfer to ."

After responding to the raven, Loren cleanly dragged the unconscious young man into the hovercar.

Then, Loren also got into the hovercar.

Loren started the hovercar and headed toward the Gray Zone.

He needed to find a place to settle this young man while also making so disguises for himself.

Soon.

A hovercar entered the Gray Zone, sowhat out of place with the local atmosphere.

Countless subtle gazes from both sides of the street examined this sowhat presumptuous new model hovercar.

The hovercar stopped in front of a shop on the street.

Loren opened the door and got out.

The subtle gazes disappeared, their owners quietly cursing their bad luck.

After the unwanted attention vanished, Loren carried the young man from the car into the shop.

"Mr. Loren, you don't co often."

The shop owner was an old man wearing a black apron.

When he saw Loren bringing soone in, he greeted him.

"Get a skin mask, colored contacts, and a finger that can bypass genetic testing."

Loren directly stated his purpose.

To infiltrate the maximum-security prison, he still needed so preparations.

Loren didn't know if the prison had these detection asures, but to be completely safe, he still needed to prepare.

"Quickly done, just half an hour, please wait."

Hearing Loren's request, the shop owner laughed heartily—this was big business.

The shop owner considerately took the unconscious young man Loren had brought.

He carefully examined the young man's face, even using his hand to lift the other's eyelids, then nodded.

He then took out a facial scanner and ticulously scanned the young man's face and pupils.

Next, he took a needle and drew a small amount of blood from the young man's hand.

After completing these preparations, the old man took the young man's data into the back of the shop and began production.

Half an hour later.

Loren walked out of the shop carrying a yellow bag containing the three-piece disguise set.

As for the hovercar, he didn't drive it away either.

He left it with the shop owner as paynt for his services.

A brand new hovercar was sufficient respect for the other's craftsmanship.

As for the young man, after taking his communication device.

Loren left him with the shop owner and injected the young man with a sedative.

Enough to keep him peacefully asleep for three days.

One morning three days later, this young man would wake up at a corner not far from the Upper District.

It must be said, the shop's after-sales service asures earned a rare positive review from Loren.

After leaving the Gray Zone, Loren quietly returned to the outside of the Federation prison.

This ti, however, Loren ca running on foot.

After reaching the Fourth Stage, Loren's full-speed running was already much faster than a hovercar.

Even after the long-distance run, Loren didn't feel too tired, just sowhat out of breath.

People never feel tired when doing bad things.

Loren didn't choose to travel using his black wings, thinking that flying near the maximum-security prison might be too conspicuous.

After arriving outside the prison, Loren took so ti to calm his breathing.

Then, Loren took out the skin mask and put it on his face.

Next, he placed the special colored contacts mimicking the young man's pupils into his own eyes.

Loren's appearance changed dramatically, becoming identical to that innocent young man.

In terms of appearance, aside from so mismatch in temperant, they were essentially the sa.

Then, Loren took out the final item from the bag—a finger sheath—and put it on the index finger of his right hand.

The flesh-colored finger sheath had an extrely small space at the very tip containing the young man's blood.

This would allow Loren to bypass genetic testing.

After putting it on, Loren examined his right hand.

Loren nodded—unless soone stared continuously, it wouldn't be discovered.

"Oh right, and you too." Loren glanced at the raven on his shoulder.

"No, my dear master, you're too rough."

The chatterbox raven on his shoulder was forcibly withdrawn back into Loren's body.

Although the raven wasn't very willing.

But keeping a raven was too conspicuous and too distinctive.

Not conducive to infiltration.

"Let see what secrets this maximum-security prison holds."

After completing all preparations, Loren excitedly walked toward the maximum-security prison.