Chapter 11 The Deceived Toys

The three poachers were seated by the window, gazing at the exotic scenes along the railway lines, sipping canned beer, and eating exquisite bento boxes filled with over twenty different delicacies. They felt that the trip was decidedly worthwhile, even forgeting the danger of alien conflict temporarily, as they were embroiled in a dangerous and illegal line of work, their motto was to enjoy each day as it came. Even more so now because they were spending someone else's money, just thinking about it was incredibly satisfying.

"Boss, this fish bento is really good, we should order another one from the attendant," said the third guy, munching and constantly looking out of the bright glass window, wanting to imprint the scenes into his memory. He didn't speak Japanese, and felt embarrassed trying to communicate just with hand signals, hence he asked the boss to order.