"My Top-Tier Omega Wife Flirts With Me Every Day" - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: A Can of Delicious Flavor — Those Villains

[If the elders in the tribe knew that our esteemed leader was both spying and getting aroused at the same time, they’d probably be devastated~]

The body’s reactions couldn’t fool anyone; the second personality chuckled maliciously.

Unable to argue, Mota didn’t even try. Instead, he raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and coldly recalled his clone.

When he was about to close the screen, he noticed that the fox—Líng Zhuó—liked to stay cool, as all the blankets were piled to one side.

Even though the room had heating, sleeping like that all night would probably give him a cold.

The last time Mota saw him in Zone E, Líng Zhuó was dressed very lightly, and now he was kicking off his blanket while sleeping. He really didn’t take care of himself.

Mota chuckled softly in resignation, pressed the talk button on the screen, and quietly instructed, “Eh Nuo, cover him with the blanket.”

The deep, warm voice was soft, like a whisper in the night, carrying a gentleness not present during the day.

The chameleon clone grew larger and extended its mechanical arms to cover Líng Zhuó with the blanket.

The sleepy fox didn’t wake, just flicked his ears to show mild annoyance at being disturbed.

After the image wavered for a moment and then stabilized, Líng Zhuó was wrapped in a soft, white, fluffy down comforter, with only his furry head exposed.

He had a good, full night’s sleep.

The next day, Líng Zhuó took the chameleon back to the Execution Department, but Mota wasn’t there. Not only that, but Team 2’s captain, Xià Mán, was also absent.

They learned that both busy men had gone on business trips to other zones to kill mutated beings.

The trainees had administrative courses in the morning and various physical training sessions in the afternoon.

As usual, Líng Zhuó sat in the corner of the classroom. Méi Jiǔ, who had recovered, brought him a cup of sweet green drink as thanks.

He heard it was sweet green cane juice, tasting faintly of plants and freshness.

He bit the straw and listened. An Lì, the instructor, projected several photos onto the podium: a gorgeous blue flash butterfly, a coiled sand-colored rattlesnake, and a black bird emblem.

Líng Zhuó had seen that bird emblem twice before—once in red on a person’s gland, and once in black on a catalyst bottle.

He remembered that when Mota saw this symbol, his expression turned serious before leaving.

His interest was piqued just as An Lì, the director, began explaining.

“These are currently the three largest international criminal organizations.”

An Lì pointed to the screen, enlarging the flash butterfly image:

“‘One-Day Butterfly’ is controlled by the Hong family. Their activity is mainly in the northern snowy regions overseas. This group is composed of both mutants and alphas and tends to be relatively neutral. Rumor has it that they are currently embroiled in internal family conflicts and haven’t been seen for a while.”

“The rattlesnake is a group made up entirely of grade B or above mutants. They are currently the most active criminal organization, involved in gland trafficking, omega trading, smuggling, and all manner of illegal activities. Their leader, Cháo Mí Gē, is one of the few S-level mutants, and they are a key surveillance target of the Association.”

Their main area of activity is the southern rainforests beyond the border. The Federation continent has the A Association present, so these groups can’t openly operate there.

An Lì’s explanation was steady and measured. Líng Zhuó began feeling sleepy as usual; he wasn’t fond of classes and the long speeches made his head spin. His eyelids drooped until the screen changed to the black bird emblem.

He immediately opened his eyes.

“Finally, this organization…”

An Lì paused, looked seriously at the young faces before her, and said, “Is called the Mourning Bird. It was once the largest and most dangerous mutant criminal organization. You need to be extra cautious when dealing with them.”

This organization operated entirely on whim and was utterly insane. For fun, they once injected a pregnant omega with a catalyst to see if the child born would be a mutant too.

The result was horrific: both the mother and fetus mutated violently, their bodies swollen and twisted in agony, exploding into pieces within minutes.

The mutant fetus didn’t die immediately but crawled out from the shattered mother’s body, lapping up her bl00d and feeding for nearly half an hour before succumbing to the mutation.

Those who found amusement in this recorded the footage and broadcast it widely online, causing long-lasting panic among ordinary people due to the inhumane cruelty.

“Director An Lì, why ‘once’?” Noah, paying close attention, asked.

“That’s a good question,” An Lì smiled but didn’t answer directly. Instead, she switched the screen to a new image:

“This was their previous emblem.”

A black-feathered, red-eyed cuckoo.

“Now their emblem comes from a sky-worshiping tribe. The people of this tribe have glands that naturally produce abilities, and even when mutated, reach grade A or above, with great stability. They are the best and most promising group—glands from this tribe fetch exorbitant prices on the black market, often auctioned for hundreds of millions.”

“Wow, so valuable! Wouldn’t selling fake ones make a fortune?” Noah blurted out.

Blaight enthusiastically nodded, “Right? Although that sounds a bit unscrupulous, it’d be a huge profit!”

An Lì glanced at them with a half-smile. The two trainees looked down, embarrassed, scratching their heads.

“‘Man dies for wealth, bird dies for food’ is normal,” the capable female alpha said without pressure, shrugging, “But unfortunately, the bird tribe’s gland markings are innate and cannot be faked.”

“Ah…” Noah sighed in regret.

“If you encounter mutants with this marking on missions, remember to extract the glands intact after killing them and hand them to the Association.”

The topic shifted, and An Lì added, “Does the Association sell these?”

She shook her head, “No, we recover and destroy them.”

“Why? To exterminate the tribe?”

“No, it’s to protect them,” An Lì sighed softly. “The bird tribe has already been wiped out.”

This news saddened not only Noah but also Jiang Yizhi and Blaight.

It was their first time learning about this tribe, and they wanted to ask more, but An Lì saw the time was tight and tapped the desk.

“Back to the point—the organization changed its emblem because the glands of the exterminated bird tribe are almost entirely in the hands of the new leader of Mourning Bird…”

“As for why it is ‘once the largest,’ you should know well: their new leader, Qin Mo, has been captured by your own Team Leader Mota and sent to the high seas prison.”

With their leader gone, the ‘flock’ was leaderless and quieted down in recent years.

“No wonder it slipped my mind! Haha~”

The three sitting in front patted their foreheads, suddenly remembering and laughing.

“So since the organization declined, we probably won’t encounter them anymore, right?”

“Not exactly,” An Lì reminded with a smile, “They’ve just retreated to the seas. When these fierce birds take to the shore, disaster will surely follow. That’s when you’ll have to deal with them.”

“Uh…” The three suddenly couldn’t laugh anymore.

Líng Zhuó, sitting in the back, finally couldn’t stay awake and started dozing off halfway through. The chameleon curled on his shoulder, raising its head like a loyal soldier guarding a king.

After training ended, Líng Zhuó went back to the Execution Department. The person he had met before, Guǎng Yù, told him the captain hadn’t returned yet.

He went back dejectedly. On the third day, just as he peeked outside the department gate, Guǎng Yù greeted him enthusiastically.

“The captain still isn’t back. Want to come in and sit for a bit?”

He smiled brightly at Líng Zhuó with the kind of warmth reserved for a captain’s wife. Nearby, Sà Jīn from Team 2 also approached, not to be outdone.

“Maybe you’re here to see our captain, Xià Mán? Come in and have a drink!”

Two tall, muscular alphas blocked the doorway. Their bulging arm muscles looked intimidating, but their fierce faces bore gentle smiles that didn’t match their appearance.

It seemed strange—not like they were inviting him for a drink but more like trying to trick him into a beating.

Líng Zhuó wasn’t afraid of them, but having recently been scolded by Mota for punching an instructor, he was wary of starting a fight. He shook his head and declined.

“No thanks, I’ll come tomorrow.”

Mota should be back then. He planned to use the excuse of returning the mechanical chameleon to talk to Mota.

If Mota was still mad at him, he could just let Mota stroke his tail.

Previously, when he broke the sofa or smashed things and was taken by Mota to “confess at the crime scene,” as long as he let Mota stroke his tail, he could avoid the lecture.

If he flipped over and showed his belly again, Mota would definitely calm down and open a can of delicious-flavored food for him.