Conan: I’m really not Tokyo Monster Story

Because this may also cause the enemy to become jealous, increase their vigilance excessively, or directly lose their mind, causing the situation to get out of control. Even if they encounter some perverts, it will make the opponent excited, which may be completely, completely It's completely counterproductive, equivalent to adding a buff to the enemy.

In particular, the momentum attribute is strictly based on "temperament" or "aura".

It's like after Sano put on the special attack suit, he got two effects of "bad" and "extremely evil", totaling forty momentum attribute bonuses. These momentum bonuses will make Sano's first impression on others, he is a " the wicked".

And this kind of temperament, while avoiding some unnecessary troubles for Sano, will also cause him some unnecessary troubles.

For example, when you are walking smoothly on the road, a group of bad boys come up to stir up trouble.

In fact, Zuo Ye had serious doubts. Mao Lilan was probably stimulated by his aura the night before, so she came up and kicked him...

In addition, Sano also suspected that the reason why he and Gin started fighting on the day they bumped into each other was because they were affected by each other's momentum attributes.

Anyway, the two effects of the special attack server with a total momentum of +40 are just like that.

In addition to frightening ordinary people and some small Karami alone or several people, it feels like a complete halo of ridicule.

Sano breathed out. He didn't know what kind of effect the one hundred momentum attribute blessing would have. If it didn't work, then I'm afraid it would really be just a simple decoration.

Still have to experiment.

…

At around eight o'clock in the evening, at the gate of Mihua Park, Sano was sitting on the eDonkey waiting. After waiting in boredom for nearly ten minutes, a familiar black car finally came quickly and stopped not far away. at.

The long-haired man and the man in sunglasses from the night before yesterday got out of the car from the passenger seat and came to Sano.

Sano looked the long-haired man up and down and asked tentatively: "Gin..."

There was a hint of fluctuation in Gin's eyes, and Sano immediately confirmed his guess, followed by two words: "Sir."

"snort."

Gin snorted coldly: "That Bourbon guy really talks a lot."

"Yes, it is."

Sano nodded in agreement: "He told me a lot of bad things about you yesterday, saying that you were unkind and couldn't hold back a good word for a long time."

Gin looked at Sano coldly, as if he saw the words "fight, fight" on the other person's face.

"Stop sowing discord, the fire is so low."

Sano shrugged and said nothing, while Gin looked Sano up and down and asked another thing.

"Are you a member of the Black Death?"

A member of Black Death...?

Sano frowned in confusion. He knew the nickname of the Black Death, but who were the members of the Black Death?

Is there another black organization that happens to have a nickname that coincides with his own?

But even so, what does it have to do with myself?

"What's the meaning?"

In line with the principle of asking if you don't understand, Sano chose to ask directly.

When he heard Sano's question, Gin also frowned slightly: "The night before yesterday, a guy suddenly appeared among the bad boys in Tokyo, overthrew dozens of berserk organizations and created a berserker called the Black Death. organize."

"Although this organization has only been founded for one day, its total number of members is close to one thousand. It is the largest gangster organization in Tokyo. The uniform they adopt seems to be the special attack uniform you are wearing now, isn't it?"

And this thing?

Sano rubbed his fingers thoughtfully.

Gin explained the matter in such detail, so naturally it couldn't be as simple as a name collision. Someone was using his name to cause trouble.

Apparently just over a day has passed, and even the clothes have been unified, which is quite efficient.

In this day and age, there are very few people who can wear special attack uniforms, not to mention the distinctive special attack uniforms like Sano, so it is normal for Gin to suspect that he is a member of the Black Death, but...

"You are a... killer, and you still care about the games of bad boys?"

Facing Sano's doubts, Gin simply lit a cigarette for himself: "After all, it's something related to you, so I naturally want to investigate more."

Sano chuckled in surprise: "Are you all so concerned about a peripheral member? I'm a bit flattered."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and talk about business."

Gin took out a document from his arms and gave it to Sano: "Here is a task for you. Complete it and you will be one of ours. There is no fixed salary. If you want money, you have to do the tasks and there will be bonuses. Of course there are tasks. You have no right to refuse, and the organization will reimburse all field expenses during the mission."

Sano raised his eyebrows. Except for the last one, which is a plus, there is no fixed salary. You can only get bonuses if you complete tasks. If you have a task, you can't refuse it.

Isn’t this just out of hatred for beating workers?

It is impossible to work part-time, and it is impossible to work part-time in this life.

Sano glanced at Gin's other hand in his pocket and took the file calmly.

Well, it's not that Sano was afraid of Gin taking out his gun, it was just that the system had a mission, so he just went with the flow.

Sano was not in a hurry to open the file, but chatted with Gin.

"Why do you want to recruit me? I can't do anything but fight?"

"It's enough to know how to fight. Others can be cultivated slowly."

Speaking of this, Gin suddenly asked: "How many of the black gods of death are there who can fight like you?"

Sano raised his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing again.

Good guy, this is someone who has decided that he is the Black Death.

And he actually planned to "poach someone" from himself. Although Sano had just learned that he had someone, was this winery really so short of people?

"No, I'm the best at fighting."

Sano replied.

Gin narrowed his eyes and asked: "That black god of death, could it be you? You also founded this rampaging organization?"

Sano spread his hands and did not deny it: "Is there any problem?"

There was an imperceptible arc at the corner of Gin's mouth, and he shook his head: "No, this is normal."

"But since you have so many younger brothers, let's look at this mission again."

As if to make the most of everything, Gin took out another document and gave it to Sano: "If you can do this, do it. If you can't do it, forget it. It's not meant for peripheral members like you."

Sano took the file and still didn't open it. He just asked what he wanted to know most: "You and that Bourbon are both core members. How can you be promoted to this level? Don't tell me that I have to go through qualifications."

"You wanted to be a core member when you first came in. You have such a beautiful idea."

Gin exhaled a puff of smoke: "Staying senior is just one of the ways. As long as you perform well enough, it's not impossible to be promoted tomorrow."

"understood."

Sano made an OK gesture and was about to ride away, but Gin stopped him again and handed him a form.

"It's an employment application form. Fill it out and give it to me next time we meet. I will take the initiative to contact you."

Good guy, this kind of criminal organization that doesn’t look like a good thing at first glance, actually has an employment application form, so... formalized?

Sano glanced at the form and thought of Gin's attempt to "poach someone" just now and his initial words that were close to "back tone", and he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Could this Gin be the HR manager of the winery?