Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH107

Chapter 107

On the road, a car suddenly accelerated, overtook the vehicle in front, and began following Jiang Jitang. The bodyguards in the crowd immediately became alert, and one squad accelerated as well. They separated other pursuers and oblivious bystanders, then blocked the car from multiple directions.

Even without looking back, Jiang Jitang could feel the tension behind him. Besides the familiar bodyguard team, there was another presence approaching, filled with hostility.

Were hostile forces really going to act on such a busy road? In a place like C-Nation, daring to act in public—did they have some special tool or leverage?

Thinking this, he immediately turned his vehicle into a secluded area.

He could fight them, but he wouldn’t endanger innocents.

No reports of abnormal situations had yet reached the kindergarten.

With the influx of outside players, the kindergarten staff were overwhelmed. They had to pull in official players from nearby cities to help with verification. All these people were now crowded into the office.

Applications to join the official team went to the minister for review, while this office handled registered players.

New players seeking Jin City’s benefits had to register, but with so many players, there were different priority levels.

Priority wasn’t based on background or level. While level was a factor, it wasn’t the most important one.

“This one won’t do. Recently, they deleted some content from their social media accounts. Look at these: ‘During my stay in XX country for so many days, even an unfamiliar old man would smile and nod at me. Everyone is very friendly. In my home country, impossible. People are cold, with regional discrimination.’”

Those listening laughed. With C-Nation’s population density, smiling at every stranger would be neck-breaking.

“Also, ‘Macro narratives—how does that relate to my 3,000 yuan salary?’ ‘The more insecure, the more they want compliments. So our people can’t handle honest feedback, only praise they like.’
‘I’ve realized that though we in C-Nation have a long civilization, our sense of order is among the worst globally. We should reflect on this. Especially abroad, many times we feel foreigners are unfriendly, but it’s because of the earlier generations—those who went abroad early—truly lacked quality…’”

“Enough.” Minister Jiang interrupted, appearing without anyone noticing.

Everyone immediately quieted.

“You can talk to him. If he’s just trying to get benefits while holding such views, lower his registered player rank to the minimum. Don’t let him contact the deputy minister.

“If he realizes his mistake, young people deserve chances. Who hasn’t made mistakes in youth? Correcting mistakes is highly commendable.”

“Hmm, so if he realizes his mistake, admit him?” someone asked.

“…No. Youth can make mistakes, but opportunities should favor those who haven’t. Many are here seeking our healers, who have multiple identities. We can’t give enemies even the slightest chance,” Minister Jiang said calmly.

After speaking with subordinates, Jiang Xingzhou returned to the office. She was busier than her subordinates, relying on strong tea these past two days. Before she could sit, information arrived: unidentified individuals were approaching Jiang Jitang. Since he was still on the road and intentions were unknown, she requested authorization to act.

“If they don’t follow protocol, treat it as provocation. Take them down.”

“Understood.”

With Minister Jiang’s order, the bodyguard team acted without hesitation. Two small electric scooters approached, and a car brought up the rear.

The three pursuing Jiang Jitang panicked. “Shi Tou, we’ve been spotted! What do we do?”

“Do or die.” Shi Tou, driving, was ruthless. Having killed before, he hadn’t even been out of prison six months. He gripped the wheel, flooring the accelerator toward Jiang Jitang.

The two in the back screamed as Shi Tou’s eyes went wild.

Already being targeted, catching this valuable healer was their only chance. If they failed… then they’d go down together.

“Even if I die, I’m taking someone with me!” He reasoned that a valuable healer as company made it worth it.

However, Jiang Jitang had far more protectors nearby, both overt and covert, with over a million in protection fees per month.

Shi Tou’s reckless actions made the backseat occupants scream and sent alleyway bystanders fleeing. Yet he still couldn’t get close. Another car emerged, blocking the crazed “bumper car.”

Faced with real death, Shi Tou slammed the brakes, but his vehicle still collided with the side of the other car. Both cars stopped, and several men approached from all sides.

Shi Tou raised his head, blood on his forehead, dizzy.

“Shi Tou, use that device—quick!” someone shouted from the back, though the voice was indistinct.

Ah, the device.

Shi Tou pulled it out. Using it without completing the task might be fatal, but dying in paradise was better than surviving in C-Nation.

He pressed it, a foolish grin on his face.

A few seconds passed; surroundings unchanged. Shi Tou looked down—only to see the broken device revealing its poor quality.

This… wasn’t real?

Just as everyone thought it was over, a bodyguard near Jiang Jitang stepped forward. His hand glowed, and after the flash, the two men disappeared.

The others, stunned, quickly reacted: “High-level teleportation device. Track them!”

“Not in Jin City… no…” The bodyguard with the special tracking device minimized the aerial map, finally spotting a light point. His pupils dilated. “It’s… there.”

Jiang Jitang sensed something wrong as the guard approached. The bodyguard team knew his personality—unless necessary, they wouldn’t protect him closely. Yet this situation could still be managed, far from needing personal protection.

But as the saying goes: thought, seen, reached for—too late.

Just as magical power gathered at his fingertips, the person’s device activated. Accompanied by dizziness from the inferior teleportation, Jiang Jitang appeared in a completely unfamiliar place, lasers trained on him.

He nearly drew his taser but suppressed his instincts to resist.

He didn’t know who was involved or why.

The corridor also hid other traps. Even near-immortal, Jiang Jitang had to think carefully, not act rashly.

It was a sealed room, the painted walls damp, with a salty, sea-like scent. He focused, listening intently.

Footsteps echoed along the corridor, beyond it… waves crashed against rocks.

“Mr. Jiang, bold indeed. Brought here alone yet unafraid.” A door opened at the end. A man in a suit, hair slicked, speaking C-Nation language with an accent, appeared.

Jiang Jitang waited for him to introduce himself.

“I am Ito Saiji, East J-Nation District 10’s player leader. Mainland’s top healer, Mr. Jiang Jitang, pleased to meet you.”

Pleased to meet you? Jiang Jitang didn’t respond, merely assessed him with haughty disdain. “Is the device yours? Doesn’t look like it. Where’s your master?”

A vicious dog is scary only with a master.

Jiang Jitang, so low-profile, had been personally kidnapped, many operatives, and a high-level teleportation device—was this a follow-up to the East Capital incident? Or for special-effect food?

Couldn’t be an outside supporter being exposed…

Being openly mocked, Ito’s face darkened. This was the classic C-Nation joke: dog and master, adopted and father. The key—he couldn’t retort.

Recalling his superior’s orders to handle guests with courtesy, Ito felt irritation under Jiang Jitang’s penetrating, contemptuous gaze.

C-Nation was a formerly inferior nation almost destroyed by East J-Nation, yet its new generation was increasingly arrogant.

“Mr. Jiang, seems unaware of his situation. This isn’t C-Nation, nor are there nannies around. Remove all items from this healer, including the device.”

This healer was merely lucky to bind a high-level device; Ito wanted to assert dominance. Success mattered, not method.

Jiang Jitang looked at his Golden Eye bracelet, which looked back, as if asking: “Kill them?”

Slowly… check what’s behind him… ah, send a safety text. Small eye, create a duplicate, duplicate the phone too, attach explosive device.

In a blink, his bracelet and phone were swapped. He liked the pendant on the phone—no way the kidnappers would get it.

The Golden Eye revealed its true form: a metal eye floating behind Jiang Jitang, invisible to others.

“What are you doing? You thieves!”

Jiang Jitang pretended to resist. His bracelet and phone were taken, yet he glared at Ito.

Take a photo of his face with coordinates, send to the minister, check what’s happening. Send a safety text: I’m in East J-Nation, safe, no worries. Might stay one night or a day; whatever happens, stay calm. Send the shopping list too, minister can handle it. Buy the components, send to my senior’s address this afternoon, choose quality and cheap.

Golden Eye blinked: no problem.

Though cute, it was a master’s magical item—reliable in action. Sent messages, took photos, unnoticed.

They took the copied Golden Eye and phone-bomb. Anyone trying to unlock it would feel everything in a three-meter radius obliterated.

Afterward, two uniformed people scanned with a device, nodded at Ito: “Checked.”

Satisfied, Ito said: “Mr. Jiang, come with me.”

Without his devices, Jiang Jitang felt like a cat whose claws were removed. With so many mechanisms here, he shivered.

“I’m hungry.” Jiang Jitang didn’t move.

Ito turned, skeptical: “What did you say?”

Jiang Jitang, like an old man, placed both hands in his sleeves: “I’m hungry. Need to eat. No food, no strength. No strength, can’t walk.”

Do you know you’re a prisoner?!

Ito was furious, almost shouting. But Jiang Jitang smiled.

“You invited me, didn’t you? For my healing devices, or maybe special food? Then be courteous. If I disappeared here, do you know what my people would do? Or you think they don’t know I’m in East J-Nation?”

That hit the point. Jiang Jitang’s value meant if he went missing, C-Nation carriers could come looking immediately.

Recalling East J-Nation’s past actions in C-Nation, Ito broke out in cold sweat. His superiors weren’t afraid of C-Nation—but he was. C-Nation had grown into a force not to be trifled with.

His face twitched, forcing a stiff smile: “Since you’re our guest, you can eat. But it’s not meal time yet, and… need to see…”

What a terrible smile. Jiang Jitang smirked faintly: he was truly facing the master behind Ito. No idea why they placed him in East J-Nation instead of a “safer” federation. Perhaps the device could only teleport this far?

“No meal, no strength. Hungry. Chicken? I want ginseng steamed chicken.” Jiang Jitang’s tone was arrogant, testing further.

“Mr. Jiang, don’t be unreasonable, we…”

Before Ito finished, Jiang Jitang grabbed a guard’s gun, holding it to his forehead: “I can’t take this insult. Might as well shoot me.”

“Stop!” Ito lunged forward, taking the gun.

His hand shook; it felt like he, Ito, was the one under the gun, not Jiang Jitang.

He’d never seen such a person in his life. C-Nation let their healers run wild, raising someone so reckless and audacious?

Ito regretted his show of force, forcing a smile, trying to persuade Jiang Jitang to see his superior.

But Jiang Jitang activated “cannot understand human speech” mode: whatever, first eat, then talk. Getting angry would only yield, “Then just kill me. No respect. End of discussion. Boring,” shamelessly.

“Someone, prepare a lavish afternoon tea for Mr. Jiang,” he spat each word through gritted teeth.

“No tea, ginseng steamed chicken.”

“…Won’t kill you.” Ito smiled sarcastically: “Island lacks ingredients. Consider alternatives.”

Offer something, expect something. See him swallow his pride, demands will be great. Better not provoke him yet, observe first, Jiang thought.

“No this, no that. Fine. What do you have? I don’t eat just anything.” Jiang Jitang finally relented, approaching voluntarily.

A faint, knowing smile on his lips: I didn’t come on my own—you invited me.