Free Web NovelChapter 303: Chapter 303: Scrounging for a Grant_1
Veronica shot through a pirate’s wrist with a single bullet, charged forward, and kicked the man to the ground, where riot squad members immediately rushed over to handcuff him.
The brunt of the combat was monopolized by Veronica, with other members reduced to handling the incapacitated pirates. It wasn’t that the riot squad members didn’t want to help Veronica fight, but their captain moved too fast, and the pirates were incredibly easy to deal with. They showed no sense of danger when they saw the squad members approaching—in fact, some of them even brazenly provoked them with "Come hit me, come on, hit me"...
Veronica promptly broke the nose of the provocateur with a punch.
Some pirates who were pillaging valuables from the office suddenly developed black thorn-shaped tattoos all over their bodies and sprawled on the ground wailing continuously, eliminating the need for a fight.
"Warehouse Six suppression complete! The first two with the lowest numbers stay behind, the rest follow me!" Veronica left two to deal with the aftermath, then continued sweeping through the other areas with the rest of the team.
"Veronica, an intruder has broken into the warden’s office!" a prison guard reported to her as he ran down the corridor.
Veronica’s nerves immediately tensed as she sprinted faster, with the team members trailing behind despite pushing their limits.
By the time she reached the office, it was a total mess inside.
Two pirates in the office were smashing everything with sledgehammers and chairs, while two others were preparing to attach explosives to the wall-mounted safe. Bookshelves, coffee tables, and office desks were all toppled, office chairs, and loungers were torn apart, and pieces of paperwork, books, and tea sets were scattered everywhere.
As Veronica burst in, the pirates ceased their demolition and focused on her.
Her gaze turned icy as she glared at the warden’s office, which the pirates had nearly reduced to rubble.
"Well, well, looks like a pretty policewoman came to visit," said one.
"Wanna play with us?" taunted another.
The pirates sneered collectively, oblivious to the fact that their accomplices elsewhere in the prison had been wiped out and that the "Wordless Code" that protected them was already in the hands of the warden, the owner of this office.
Veronica quickly drew her gun, and the pirates laughed without a trace of alarm.
"Ha, this dumb chick thinks she can shoot—"
Their laughter was cut short by rapid gunfire, replaced by a chorus of screams—Veronica fairly distributed a bullet to each pirate’s hand.
It was only then that the other riot squad members caught up, taking in the sight of Veronica with her service weapon and the four pirates shrieking in pain, clutching their bloody hands.
Now, their task should be to enter the office and subdue the injured pirates, but at that moment, none of the riot squad members dared take a step forward.
Because they saw with clarity their silent captain, who had turned her back to them, remove her cap, revealing wolf ears pointing upwards. Not only that, her hair seemed to bristle, and the murderous intent emanating from her figure almost materialized.
Werewolves usually used their transformative powers only when enraged or in serious combat, and Veronica’s current state... clearly indicated both.
The riot squad members swallowed hard in unison.
"Wait for me outside for two minutes," Veronica instructed in a chillingly calm tone they could hardly fathom, then closed the door behind her.
The instant the door shut, some riot squad members glimpsed the distorted expressions of the pirates, twisted in terror.
Afterward, the office echoed with wails so harrowing that even bystanders could end up with trembling knees, mixed with heavy collisions and sounds like the snapping of bones.
In the prison’s full suppression, all the escapees and jailbreakers were soon captured, most sustaining injuries during the process. freēwebnovel.com
Among them, those who suffered the worst were the four pirates who had trashed Aiden’s office.
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That evening, having handled most of the aftermath, Aiden stood at the entrance to his office, surveying the damage and shaking his head, "What a mess."
"...Although the incident has been successfully suppressed, many facilities have been destroyed by them, with your office suffering the most damage," Flandre reported carefully, "Basically, all the equipment needs to be replaced. I’ll call someone to clean up later. As for you..."
"No worries, the upper echelons will allocate funds for this loss, after all we have captured the Pirate King of the Empire’s Coral Sea Domain. Just handing him over to the Empire will get us a bounty enough to refurbish everything here." Aiden said calmly, waving his hand, "Has the loss been reported?"
"It’s already been filed; the people from the Prison Administration came over at three o’clock after the incident occurred."
"That’s good."
Flandre finally relaxed upon seeing how composed Aiden was, "By the way you are, you must have secured the key documents in the safe, right?"
The office furniture can be replaced, but it would be a major issue if important work documents were lost or destroyed.
"Of course," Aiden said casually.
In fact, when the pirates attacked, he had no spare time to prepare, and now the important and unimportant papers alike were shredded and scattered across the floor, trampled countless times.
"When Veronica burst in, they were about to blow open your safe. It was really close," Flandre glanced at the safe on the wall.
"Indeed," Aiden replied.
He was well aware that the pirates’ explosives would never breach the safe. This safe, and even the wall it was mounted on, were linked to the secret chamber leading to Melifilia’s prison cell. The entire setup had been rebuilt with funds from the Inquisition Bureau. If the pirates had set off the explosives, they would find that beneath the peeling wallpaper, the wall was actually constructed of mithril.
"The funds from above might take a while to arrive. I’ll handle the office equipment myself, and I’ll have the golems clean up," Aiden said, turning to Flandre, "You can go on with your tasks."
"Alright."
After Flandre left, Aiden closed the door, then began to chant the divine word "Return". Instantly, the office began to "reverse time": all the office furnishings rapidly returned to their original state, the shredded and trampled documents were made whole and automatically returned to the desk, the porcelain shards on the ground gathered back on the coffee table to reform the tea set, and all the waste paper flowed into the wastebasket.
In just a few seconds, the office was much tidier than before the devastation.
Looking at the result before him, Aiden nodded in satisfaction. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
He would handle the other damaged facilities tomorrow.
After all, it was fixed with his own skill—taking a bit of allocated money for nothing should not be considered excessive.
