Trash In The Apocalypse 238 Be Kind To Cooks

Carl leaned on the door and tried his best to listen to what's going on inside the room. At this time, he wished that he had that eavesdropping skill that one of his colleagues had.

Earlier, he could still hear them arguing but after some time, everything became quiet. Just then, he heard the sound of footsteps getting closer to the door, so he turned back and stood straight, acting like he was guarding the hallway the whole time.

Marianne opened the door. "Is the restaurant still open? Can you get us some food? I want to have dinner here. Bring two portions of everything. Thank you."

Carl did not get the chance to talk and the door almost hit his face when he tried to inch forward. He got a glimpse of the room and he could see Jun's back at the balcony, staring at the distant twinkling lights which should be the city.

Did they finally break-up? Is this a farewell dinner? This is my chance! Carl's eyes sparkled.

"Yes, I'll be back in a minute, Young Miss."

Marianne locked the door then turned around. "To be honest, I don't think this will change anything..."

Marianne noticed that Jun was gone. She looked around but she could find him in the room. The only thing that she knows was that things would be chaotic tonight.

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Jun scanned each room from the balcony. He made sure to check both the rooftop and the floor below of any people. The plan he told Marianne was different from his original plan, and the plan he would be using was the original plan.

His plan was simple—to a.s.sa.s.sinate both retired General Basilio and Henry. The plan he told Marianne only involved General Basilio and that he wanted revenge due to the troubles the general gave to his family.

He barely convinced Marianne to join him and he knew that what he was doing isn't right, but he was desperate. He still had blood-relatives but the only one he felt as a true family was Marianne.

He knew the consequences but he was willing to take the risk.

After jumping over the balcony and using Detection several times, Jun finally found General Basilio. He already found Henry earlier and he was on one of the rooms below. Of course, he already gave him some gifts that would satisfy his fetish.

Basilio's nametag was extremely close with a set of '?' as if they have become one. He peeked sneakily into the room and witnessed a wild vixen kissing and riding a balding old man. Jun stopped peeking and did a quick scan of the surrounding to make sure that there were only two people in the room, which made him witness the scandalous thing happening inside. 

General Basilio urged the blonde woman to go faster and she did. After several seconds of rigorous movements, her body trembled and the old man below her released a satisfied moan. When the woman was about to fall on him, he caught her blessings and ma.s.saged it, then after getting satisfied with his dessert pushed the woman to the side.

"You're quite good. Tell the manager to give you a bonus, I'll pay for it."

Seeing the woman didn't respond but look at him seductively, General Basilio became p.i.s.sed and lashed out. "Get up and get out of here!"

The woman grew scared and hurried out of the room while naked. She couldn't even dress up and only covered herself with her dress.

After the blonde woman run out of the room, General Basilio's trusted aid entered the room.

General Basilio said, "Roman, go ask the manager for a new one. I'll be taking a bath first and I want her to be lying at my bed before I finish was.h.i.+ng up. I only want the freshest ones, got it? Oh, and bring some food too."

Roman nodded and went out of the room.

By spying through Detection, Jun was able to see what was going on inside the room. When Roman left and Basilio entered the bathroom, Jun slowly slid open the gla.s.s door and entered the room.

He cast Detection once more to make sure that Roman really left before inching forward to the bathroom.

He made a das.h.i.+ng stance before twisting the k.n.o.b...

"Huh? Who are you? You're that guy! Wait, stop! We can talk about this. Stop!"

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A young black-haired woman followed Roman. In terms of appearance, she could barely be around twenty years old and yet her body was developing in the right places. Roman opened the room's door and guided the woman to the bed.

"Wait here, just lay down and wait for him to come out," Roman explained then turned around to leave. He stood at the door then remembered that he was supposed to get food.

He wasn't normally like this. It just happened that on his way out, he met the blonde vixen from earlier and got a random extra service. I guess you could call it the privilege of working around these kinds of people.

With his mind in cloud nine after the heavenly trip, he forgot that the general requested for food.

Roman walked around the hallway while looking around, subconsciously hoping to chance upon the blonde girl. Unfortunately, his luck wasn't that good. He arrived at the lobby without seeing her.

The clerk at the lobby greeted him. "Is there a problem, sir? Was the woman not up to the general's standards? We promise that the ones we give him are always the best and newest of the stocks."

Roman shook his head. "No, I'm not here for that. I'm actually here to ask if the restaurant is still open?"

"Yes, we reopened it earlier. One of the VIP wanted a late-night dinner, so the chefs are cooking something up."

"Thanks, I'll take my leave then."

Roman entered the restaurant and saw a familiar face. "Goodevening Colonel, it's becoming hard to see you this past few days."

Carl who was bored of waiting for the chefs to cook food became excitedly after seeing Roman. "Hahaha! It's quite a busy week for everyone I guess. I had to do a bunch of paperwork and attend more meetings after I got back from the outside. Is the general feeling satisfied? There's a lot of eyes at the social district, so we can't do events like these over there. Well, unless you gather your people and take a spot on the board, then everything should be fine."

Roman replied. "Yeah, he's living the life. He's thankful that you introduced this place to him. By the way, are you here for your dinner?"

"I'm just here to get food for the Young Miss. I barely have enough time to do luxurious things such as these. How about you? You're here for dinner? Wanna eat together?"

Roman was pondering if he should slack for a bit. For sure, the old general was already busy thrusting forward and if he enters now, he would get scolded. With that in mind, he decided to eat first before going back.

Just as he was about to answer, the radio strapped on his side crackled.

"This is HQ, somethings going on on the third floor. Please check the third floor."

The HQ meant the security room where the hotels surveillance could be found. Roman and Carl listened attentively om the radio.

Several affirmations sounded out from different security personnel.

The two stared at each other in confusion. Roman placed the radio on the table and waited for reports.

A woman ran out of a room with blood all over her body and she appeared exhausted. She had no weapons in hand but there's no telling of what she really was capable of. 

"*crackle*Be advised. The target might be armed. Proceed with caution."

"Here's your food. As requested, they're already packed." the chef handed Carl the packed food. He turned around and was about to go back to the kitchen when Roman suddenly called him.

"Please give me the same portions you gave him," Roman said nonchalantly without even raising his head. His focus was solely on the radio updates that were becoming frequent.

"What do you think happened?" Carl asked.

"Well, there's one thing I know. If the person inside the room is alive, she would be killed. Haa... what are they thinking. Why even work this kind of job when they can't stomach it." Roman uttered.

Seeing that he was being treated like air, the chef left in a furious fit. Thankfully, he made more than enough, so he doesn't have to cook anymore. In his anger, he made sure to spit on the food, so whoever eats this would become good to him.