bigabreads Chapter 203 Each Gets What They Deserve
Chapter 203 Each Gets What They Deserve
Megatron ultimately chose the room next to hers.
BICk0 sent her two messages after Megatron left.
【Good morning.】
You are thirteen minutes late.
Looking at the terminal, the vector expert resignedly replied, "Coming right away."
Okay. The first case on today's inquiry list is AZ-91101.
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AZ arrived on time, using the familiar Cybertronian face that the gravitational vector was most familiar with.
The lines are understated, making it look like an ordinary citizen walking calmly through any neighborhood.
Only those optical glasses occasionally reveal a hint of sharpness unintentionally.
Yin Xiang sat behind his desk: "Not using any other face today?"
AZ smiled and asked, "Which one do you prefer?"
"I'm just curious."
"Then let's use the one you knew the earliest."
BICk0 retrieved the records from the side and used the vector to push the data forward a little.
"You were a great help in the Civil War and Aquitron, in dealing with the Quintessons, and in the remote camouflage link."
AZ raised an eyebrow: "This doesn't sound like an interrogation today. Can I take that as a compliment?"
"Can."
AZ's smile deepened.
Then, the vector changed the subject: "But you are a man of a thousand faces."
The atmosphere in the office was slightly heavy.
AZ did not look away.
"This identity will make it easier for you to encounter gray areas," Vector carefully chose his words, "and even black areas."
AZ listened quietly; he liked that she hadn't directly defined him as such.
"But I won't expect you to be that clean."
AZ's fingertips rested on his kneecap, stroking it as he pondered:
"That's not the kind of thing you'd say publicly."
"This is not a public record."
BICk0 has already shut down the public recording of the device.
Vector continued, "If something was originally intended to save a day or prevent worse consequences, I can see it later."
AZ Optical Lens subtly moved, instantly understanding her meaning.
"But I won't be blind forever."
AZ looked at her and chuckled knowingly, "I'll be careful."
As he spoke, he took out a small data chip and pushed it across the table toward her.
"I also brought a little sincerity."
BICk0 immediately connects to the isolated reading system.
A moment later, her eyes widened: "This data..."
AZ leaned back in his chair.
"The Decepticon extremists are still resisting, there are four conservative strongholds, two weapons depots that are being moved, and a black market energy route."
He spoke as casually as if he were talking about which shop on the street had reopened.
"In addition, the authorities are using the name of the judicial center to extort citizens in several redevelopment areas."
The vector's brow furrowed.
AZ continued, "The list is in an encrypted directory. There's also a batch of identity document transactions that may be linked to wartime missing persons registrations."
BICk0 quickly categorized and filed the information: "It has been placed under high priority investigation."
After watching them finish, AZ suddenly said, "There's one more thing."
"explain."
He remained silent for a moment, then shed his ordinary appearance, revealing the true form of the Thousand-Faced Man.
The darkness is not ugly, but it is clearly born for shadows.
The vector didn't frown, nor did it back down.
AZ asked softly, "What if I see you like this often in the future?"
After thinking for a moment, the vector thought, "That works too."
AZ laughed happily.
The Thousand-Faced Man has countless faces, but he doesn't want to hide too much from her.
Its original form is the part that grows out of the darkness.
AZ's ordinary face reflects the simple, everyday life he has cultivated with his own hands.
I've seen all the vectors and accepted them all.
He stood up and bowed to her: "I will continue to provide you with intelligence."
-
The first thing the ambulance said when it arrived was:
"I only have twenty minutes."
The vector was speechless: "You're three minutes late."
The ambulance driver immediately frowned.
"That was when I was dealing with the jack's third attempt to evade a follow-up inspection."
How did he escape?
"Change the review form to a blasting materials requisition form."
Vector suppressed a laugh: "Did it work?"
The ambulance sneered: "Absolutely not while I'm still online."
He then placed the medical report on the table.
"Our wounded are almost fully recovered. The partition is healing well, Arcee is in stable condition, and Bumblebee's voice has undergone its final check-up."
He turned a page.
"Optimus Prime still falls into the category that requires continued observation, but his cooperation level is not high enough."
Yin Xiangli unconsciously rubbed his forehead, slightly troubled: "I'll go talk to them."
He continued his report, clearly and logically, each sentence based on someone else's recovery record.
After he finished speaking, Vector instinctively asked, "What about yours?"
The ambulance driver paused, exclaiming, "What?!"
"How is your recovery going?"
"I am a medical officer."
"Aren't medical officers considered wounded?"
The ambulance driver's brow furrowed even more: "I'm fine."
The vector remained silent, just staring at him.
She stared at the ambulance for a few seconds, then her tone became impatient.
"I check enough machines every day, I don't need to fill out another form for myself."
The vector suddenly flipped to the section on Bumblebee data.
"Is Bumblebee's vocal cords completely healed?"
The ambulance driver's expression stiffened almost imperceptibly.
"It's stable now. As long as we don't get pinched a second time by Megatron's strength, there won't be any problems."
The vector directly punctured his attempt to evade the issue: "You were very scared at the time."
The ambulance driver immediately retorted, "I'm just assessing the extent of the injury."
The vector remained silent, staring at him once more.
The ambulance driver removed the optical lens, and the sound became quieter.
"...It was almost beyond repair."
He seemed unable to hide it any longer, and so he talked more and more:
"If the injury had occurred a little more or a little later, it could have caused permanent loss of voice."
He turned his head away: "Many planes are like that in war."
The vector listens quietly.
The ambulance vaguely recalled many medical beds.
"They were making a huge fuss just a second ago, saying they'd come back for a retest after this game."
"He was sent into the medical pod the next second."
"What can be fixed, I'll fix; what can't be fixed..."
He stopped, unable to continue.
He's notoriously bad-tempered. He has a sharp tongue, is irritable, and can even get a jab at a passing dog.
But the concern behind the criticism is no less than anyone else's.
That's not your fault.
The ambulance driver didn't look at her.
"You've done your best, and you've fixed Bumblebee's voice transmitter."
The ambulance remained silent for a long time.
There is a considerable distance between knowing and truly letting go, and the guiding principle will not force him to cross mountains and valleys.
"The war is over, so you can at least try to be more direct in the future."
The ambulance driver seemed to have heard some absurd suggestion: "Haven't I been blunt enough in my daily communication?"
"That's called being blunt in your insults."
ambulance:"……"
"You actually care about them a lot," said the vector in a soft voice.
The ambulance driver sneered, "I'd be more concerned if they gave me less trouble."
"You see, what you said was actually just a sign of concern."
The ambulance choked for a moment before finally letting out a grunt, which was a reluctant admission.
"This is also one of the post-war reconstruction projects," said Yin Zong with a smile.
The ambulance driver was actually amused by her laughter; through her exhaustion and worry, there was a genuine, yet slightly comical, annoyance.
"You are all causing the physician to die young."
How is lifespan calculated for Cybertronians?
"You can tell when you see Jack carrying a grenade into the medical room."
The vector burst out laughing.
The ambulance driver's expression softened, and he spoke to her gently.
"the same as you."
"I?"
"Don't think I haven't seen your workload."
Just as Yin Vector was about to say something, the ambulance coldly interrupted him.
"You have a non-stop schedule since you woke up. Post-war coordination, Aquitron, inquiries, buying a house, and even your shopping trips can turn into public events."
Pointer vector: "..."
"If you keep doing this, I'll personally drag you into the medical room."
He paused here, his voice becoming even softer and quieter.
You have to stay healthy.
The vector was stunned.
Ambulances rarely speak like that; they usually give a cold warning or look like they want to hit her on the head with a wrench.
But this time he spoke frankly.
Vector smiled and nodded: "I will."
The ambulance driver was somewhat accepting of the answer.
Before leaving, he sent a checkup schedule to BICk0, which included the index vector and BICk0.
Looking at the examination items, even BICk0 would have to say - the Autobot medic is terrifying!
-
At noon, Crystal City Lord Crystal Edge arrived at his office.
Her body possessed the unique clear luster of Crystal City, as if reflecting the aesthetics and order of Crystal City itself.
Their meeting started very formally, given that Crystal City would be establishing a long-term partnership with the judicial authorities.
This includes post-war judicial office support, energy, archive system collaboration, reconstruction area planning, and cooperation in security patrols in some neutral zones.
Crystalline had previously remained neutral during the Civil War, but now she is willing to publicly acknowledge the central role of the judicial system in the postwar order.
The contract was detailed and fair, and both parties had no problems, so it was signed quickly.
After the matter was settled, Crystal continued, "That concludes the official business. Now, it's time for my personal remarks."
The office quieted down, and BICk0 immediately cut off the recording.
Crystal Lamp leaned forward slightly, looking directly at her:
"I have met many leaders."
"Some gather followers with ideals, while others intimidate all with fear and victory."
She pointed to the vector: "But you're making a lot of machines with very different personalities, machines that look like they could fight at any moment, follow the same set of rules."
As a neutral city, Crystal City has seen too many factions, slogans, and promises.
It knows what a city will become when rules are trampled on, and it also knows how difficult it is to get rules recognized.
"Crystal City is willing to cooperate with the judicial center," Crystal Prism said. "This is the city lord's decision."
She paused: "And personally, I'm willing to do everything I can to help you."
This is Crystal Prism's own promise.
The vector also solemnly promised:
"As long as the judicial center exists, Crystal City will not be implicated by the cooperation."
Jing Leng smiled and bowed, saying, "I believe you."
As she looked up, something occurred to her, and she suddenly brought it up:
"I used to have two monitors."
The vector was stunned.
Crystalline noticed this as well and frankly said, "This is very rare."
Most Cybertronians are born from the Well of Fire, spend their infancy in medical wards, receive a standardized education, and enter society once their bodies and cognition are stable enough.
Monitoring machines do exist, but it's rare for someone to be willing to accompany a newborn machine for an extended period of time as it grows.
After all, this is not a requirement of the system, but a rare and luxurious form of companionship.
"They weren't the machines that created me, but they guided me through the very beginning."
Her eyebrows curved into a smile:
"So I understand that bonds are not impurities."
"On the contrary, it is the bonds that are the reason why order can continue to exist."
Crystal didn't say much more, looking at the vector with a gentle yet solemn expression.
"You possess immense power."
The vector subconsciously wanted to say that it couldn't be that bad.
Crystal Prism spoke first: "They are willing to stop in front of you and think carefully about what they really want to become."
The vector remained silent for a moment.
Each machine bears the marks of the civil war, and each has its own thorns and path.
Crystal's recognition was so direct and sincere that Vector could only sincerely reply with "thank you" for a moment.
The crystal prism did not linger, but before leaving, it bowed to the guiding vector once more.
BICk0 spoke after a while: "The third round of questioning for today is over."
Yin Xiang slumped in the chair, letting out a long breath, as if he had turned into slime.
"Why do I feel more tired than if I had fought a battle?"
BICk0 checked the schedule: "...There's a team battle this afternoon."
The vector slowly straightened up.
"Prepare a training ground for me."