"Yo! Are you the ones Tights recommended me to recruit? You should have already heard from that girl, but I am Jaco, Super Elite Patrolman Jaco!" Jaco proclaims, giving a Power Ranger-style pose at the end—only the bomb blast FX was missing.

He sounds exactly like how you would expect an overconfident small fry to sound—not very convincing. Even appearance-wise, he isn't all that imposing. His big silicon-like eyes resemble those of an insect. He has a stout and thinly built frame.

He and the rest of the patrolmen are all wearing chest armor with a symbol that resembles an [N], and a gun is strapped to their hips, probably for safety. Then again, other parts of their bodies are largely unprotected. What the practical purpose of such a clothing choice is, remains a mystery to Shen.

"Yes, we are indeed from Earth, and we would like to meet your boss... You see, I have a proposition your boss wouldn't want to miss."

"Oi, oi!! Aren't you moving a little too fast? How can you small-fries talk about meeting the boss this soon?"

"How about it?" Shen reiterates.

Jaco shakes his head like a disappointed teacher. "Tch! Tch! Country bumpkins from rural backwaters really know nothing about how everything works."

Hearing the uncouth alien, both the humans are rather annoyed to say the least. "Ugh! This guy is pissing me off. Shen, what do you say, I teach him a lesson? Just a little bit is enough." Launch angrily asks for Shen's permission, being that she had promised him to not cause any trouble.

The man doesn't respond, but his silence alone says a lot.

"Oi, pipsqueak, I hope you're ready for what's coming."

"Who you calling a pipsqueak? I am a Super Elite! You should address me as such."

"Don't hurt him. Scaring him is enough," Shen recommends against overdoing things.

"I know."

Launch swiftly raises her palms forward and then as she flexes her fingers with a jolt, a small shockwave shakes the entire HQ, disturbing some activities. Yet, no commotion is created as those who notice it casually resume their work, believing it to be nothing but a minor accident, given that no loud noise was heard.

"You!! What have you—??" Alarmed, Jaco had tried to grab his gun. However, his struggles are fruitless. Far from reaching the gun, his hands aren't able to move an inch. His entire body is behaving in a similar manner.

As the patrolman processes the situation, Launch has already made another move. An object shoots forward, darting toward the frozen alien. In that moment, eyes shut, Jaco already anticipates his death.

'Shit!! To think I would embrace death this soon... An elite like me... Come... I am ready. Take me.'

"..... Hmmm? Wait." He slowly opens his eyes. "I-I'm okay. Nothing happened." He looks up. "Eek!!!"

There's a pointy object right in front of his left eye. What he wasn't able to see previously turned out to be an axe. 'How did it appear out of nowhere? Was the girl hiding it somewhere? No way, right?'

"So how about it, Mr. Elite-san? Will you take us to your big boss?" A maniacal grin plastered on her face, Launch chillingly whispers into his ear.

"Gulp. Eh? O-of course!" Jaco stutters.

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"Good!!" Satisfied, Launch releases him from her control.

"Come this way." Humbled, his cocky attitude has disappeared—for now.

. . .

The leader of every Galactic Patrolman is the Galactic King. He is a man whose appearance resembles that of a sea creature from Earth, widely known as an octopus.

The Galactic King stands on his multitude of long green tentacles. Also sporting a crown on top of his head.

"You said you want to join our Galactic Patrol and develop additional long-term relations with us. But how can we, from the Galactic Patrol, be so sure of your intentions? And there is also the factor of strength... From the cameras in the hallway, I have seen your display of power and can assume you are decently strong, but for a long-term relationship that you proposed and with its additional clauses, maybe that alone is a little inadequate..."

"Worry not, Galactic King. Of our strength, there is no doubt. I dare say we are probably stronger than you think. How about measuring it yourself?"

From what little the King is aware of about the planet named Earth, it is a backward world, with the sentient lives that inhabit it plagued with a plethora of internal strife and instability.

So it can't be helped that he would underestimate the Earthlings, yet he still accepts the man's proposal.

"Attendant, bring out the best scouter we have. Although it can't definitively measure someone's strength, it's better than nothing. Let's see how strong you are, Shen."

One of the attendant-guards standing near the door salutes and complies with the demand.

In a minute, everything is ready.

"Do it..." The Galactic King gives the order to his subordinate to start the measurement.

The first one the scouter is aimed at is Launch.

Beep beep beep... Different combinations of numbers quickly flash on the screen of the VR-like machine.

"11,000!" the attendant says at last.

"Amazing." The Galactic King and his attendants are impressed.

11,000 is a number to rejoice about—even for the infamous Saiyans of the now-destroyed Planet Vegeta, not to mention someone from an inferior planet like Earth.

Yet Shen seems to have other thoughts, he tells her, "Let out your entire potential. You don't have to conceal it right now."

The Galactic King wonders about Shen's words. 'Is there more?'

"Alright." Rapidly after the girl agrees, the numbers on the scouter start to climb again.

Simultaneously the girl has started releasing her concealed power.

No fluctuations in the light or disturbances of that order occur, all thanks to the girl's intricate control over herself.

The power level finally settles at 366,000.

The jaws of everyone here are left wide open.

"It's not malfunctioning, right?" the Galactic King sharply questions.

Hearing this, the attendant aims the scouter's screen at others in the room, mainly the guards—10,000... 13,000... 15,000... 25,000... "There's no mistake. It's functioning as normal," he confirms to the King.

The unbelievable thing doesn't stop there.

This time, in the case of Shen, the numbers shoot up from the very start—"100,000... 200,000... 300,000... 400,000—"

It keeps going, then instantly—500,000—Blast!!

The attendant behind the scouter reels from the device's destruction. He doesn't appear to be hurt, just shocked. "No way... This was the most advanced scouter we had. This current model is better than even the ones used by the Frieza Force, based on whose earlier models it was replicated."

Similarly, the Galactic King is truly speechless. His preemptive assertion of the humans turned out to be founded on ignorance. This Earthling—either the information on his planet is lacking, and he is truly a product of his environment, or maybe he's an oddity despite it.

And not solely him—the girl as well. To the members of the Galactic Patrol, they are not unlike a pair of striking flowers blooming in an arid desert.

The news of the event that transpired behind these enclosed walls is likely to spread like wildfire, making the two Earthlings renowned among the people of the Galactic Patrol.

Following this, the actual discussion for which Shen came here starts. After the important talk, a deal is formulated between the two.

"Glad to work with you." Shen grabs a tentacle and jerks it like a handshake.

"The honor is all mine... But excuse me, what you are holding is a highly sensitive organ of mine..."