Fox Has No Malicious Intent

"Really... just paint it over?"

Following the little fox onto the Ground Effect Vehicle, Ah Qing had a look of astonishment on her face, her eyes wide open, watching Jin Wanlin carrying a bucket of blue paint, a ladder slung over her shoulder, picking up a roller to paint over the unique identification number of the ship.

The identification number of a ship is unique, much like an ID card for a ship, and even if the ship is scrapped and dismantled, the unique identification number will never be used again.

Once a ship's identification number is removed, the authorities will assume the ship is engaged in illegal activity.

Although not likely to be bombarded, whether in Xia Country or any other country, ships like this one would be stopped and investigated.

"We...we won't get shot at, right?" Ah Qing looked at the little fox suspiciously.

"If they can catch up to us, I'll swallow two machine guns whole, so what?"

Ansheng nonchalantly waved his hand; the Ground Effect Vehicle had no other advantage but speed.

If any other ship could catch up, Ansheng felt they'd have to join the fun, bringing the opposing ship back to Xia Country's shipyards to have a look.

"Huh? Why are you... making spreadsheets too?"

Inside the cabin, besides the mobs securing weapons, Ansheng saw Uncle Jinlong seated in a chair, strapped with a seatbelt.

The most surprising thing was a rugged laptop on a small table in front of Uncle Jinlong.

With a serious face, Uncle Jinlong lifted his paw, employing a two-finger zen, creating spreadsheets on the computer, seemingly registering some information and data.

"Hmm? You're all here? Could you kindly make me a tea? No milk, no tea, double the protein powder and muscle gainer, please..."

Uncle Jinlong glanced over, greeted Master Fuli, and then rubbed his sore forehead:

"Don't mention it, the internal recommendation list from Xia Dong schools was sent to the Security Bureau a while ago, everyone's busy doing background checks..."

"The lazybones just lazed around, throwing the registration work on me, putting me in a tough spot, where in the world would you see a lizard using office software and input methods?"

Uncle Jinlong complained about his lazy, gluttonous coworker.

The so-called internal recommendation means that the schools in the Xia Dong Region are recommending outstanding high school graduates to the Security Bureau.

After receiving the list, the Security Bureau would conduct visits and background checks ahead of time, identifying the Dragon and Phoenix Talent students and trying to recruit them into the Emerging Branch of their institutions.

This series of tasks needs to be completed by the end of May or the beginning of June.

The job isn't difficult, but it's very tedious, especially when it comes to ideological work.

Even with guaranteed job placement after graduation, some parents still ask: How new is emerging disciplines? They won't trick our precious child into learning how to repair old phonelines, will they?

"Is my admissions counselor a serpent?"

Hearing the chat between the little fox and Uncle Jinlong, Ah Qing slowly typed a question mark, staring at Uncle Jinlong in shock.

"If you call me teacher, I'd be pleased, but when calling out my species, please remember to include 'versatile in both civil and military arts.'" Uncle Jinlong boasted.

"What are you talking about?"

Jin Wanlin, carrying a suitcase, entered the cabin curiously, looking at the startled Ah Qing, and said, "The ground effect vehicle is about to take off, come, sit down and talk!"

Jin Wanlin took Ah Qing's arm, inviting her to sit beside her.

One by one, crew members boarded the cabin, an eleven-member team plus thirty mischievous monkeys all sat down, gripping the armrests tightly, their eyes revealing tension, subtly swallowing a gulp.

The silvery coating spread across the ship's surface.

The ferry-mode Ground Effect Vehicle also switched to high-speed travel mode.

The silver-white hull, docked at an abandoned wharf, suddenly shot out like a flash of silver in an instant.

A high water curtain arose at the tail of the silver stream.

"Woof..." Ah Bai sat on the dock, face full of envy, watching the silver stream.

The Ground Effect Vehicle's speed, estimated to exceed seven hundred.

Sooner or later, the Security Bureau should help upgrade my Ground Effect Vehicle too.

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The Ground Effect Vehicle sped ahead through open waters, heading towards the navigation location as if no one else existed.

After two hours of navigation and passing several isolated islands, a green continent with extended mountain ranges appeared outside the observation window of the Ground Effect Vehicle.

"Fellow brothers!"

"On the island are more rambunctious monkeys than you, and you have two tasks."

"Suppress them violently, lift your forty-millimeter caliber sniper rifles and blaze, then take out the cigarette lighter, roast their butts red and swollen!"

"Not to mention, with fieldwork pay plus perks, you are now monkeys earning two thousand three per day!"

Before landing on the island, Ansheng jumped onto the chair and gave a motivating speech to the monkeys.

"Beat them down, and you'll have a five-day paid vacation! If we're short-handed on Qingao Island, I'll personally lead a team up Emei Mountain to grab a bunch of monkeys back for reserve!"

"Chirp, chirp, chirp!"

Upon hearing about the five-day holiday without cosplaying as a Water Monkey in the sea, the Qingao Island monkey troop's eyes all turned red, emitting excited cries.

The benefits on Qingao Island are good, but for the monkeys, having a seafood smell on them every day is truly torturous...

It even gave them the illusion that their finger gaps were itching, as if they were about to grow webs.

"Go!"

Ansheng landed, kicked open the cabin door, the monkeys geared up with tactical vests hoisting sniper rifles and ammunition belts swarming out, landing toward the coastal dock of Mare Mountain Range.

"Finally here..."

Receiving Jin Wanlin's message, Feng Wenyu led five logistics team members out from an abandoned fishing village, greeting Master Fuli, who had just landed.

"Hmm? This fishing village..."

Master Fuli looked at Old Feng, nodded slightly, and then gazed with surprise at the brand new yet deserted and odd fishing village, asking, "Why is there no one?"

There were no traces of battle around the fishing village, but the entire village was silent, not even the shadow of a fishing boat, like mistakenly entering a ghost town.

But this is unreasonable, as Luzon Island is one of the densely populated areas with a permanent population exceeding sixty million.

"They ran away a long time ago..."

Feng Wenyu's tone was relaxed, even containing a hint of mockery, saying:

"The crab-eating macaques of Mare Mountain Range, are pus-filled creatures, often armed with AKs, visiting villages to borrow some warmth from the locals..."

"As for what warmth is, don't ask, anything a crab-eating macaque fancies is considered warm."

"They even film food videos, extorting villagers to eat feces under the name of AK Media, uploading those bizarre videos to the dark web and video sites to make money..."

"What fisherfolk would endure this? They all ran away."

Feng Wenyu spoke these words with a strong sense of schadenfreude, void of sympathy.

After all... the fisherfolk of Mare Mountain Range often sailed to Xia Country's waters to fish, immediately fleeing upon seeing a coast guard ship approaching. They're not only harming the interests of Xia Country's fishermen but also disrupting Xia Country's ecological protection, and wasting the manpower and resources of coast guard ships.

Sympathizing with them is impossible for Feng Wenyu, had it not been for the Treasure Mushroom consistently pointing towards the crab-eating macaque's territory.

Feng Wenyu might as well have thrown the map of the new fishing village to the crab-eating macaques.

"Eating feces? Metaphorically or physically?" Master Fuli's expression froze, looking at Feng Wenyu and asked.

"Of course, it's a metaphor, the crab-eating macaques only force the villagers to eat some rotten seafood or swallow some local insects alive, sometimes kissing sea snakes, burning their butts a little..." Feng Wenyu shrugged.

"...That might be better than eating feces, at least that stuff is sanitary when fresh." A dark line floated on Master Fuli's face, failing to hold back a retort.

"The butt, isn't it an exit? Seeing it as an entrance should hurt like hell!"

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