[Comprehensive] I'm thinking about quitting the club every day

Meat sizzled on the grill.

The whole room was filled with the smell of top-quality beef and pork belly. On the table, there were some seafood waiting to be put on the grill, as well as prepared sauces.

"Although some people always say that barbecue should seize the time, I personally feel that it is more reassuring to sacrifice a little bit of taste and roast it well... Ah, please don't complain about my old thinking." I sandwiched a piece of secret beef slices Put it on the baking tray and watch it sizzling white smoke.

Glasses sitting opposite the baking tray straightened his body and looked very nervous.

No wonder, I was called to eat barbecue by the company's biggest boss not long after I joined the company, and I would be nervous if I changed my job.

"Don't be dazed, didn't I even prepare your roasting tongs?" I dipped the roasted beef in the seasoning plate, wrapped it with lettuce and stuffed it into my mouth. The lettuce tasted slightly bitter. There is an obvious and fresh vegetable aroma, but if you chew it a few more times, the umami taste of the sauce will first break through the blockade of the lettuce fragrance, and then the original rich taste of the gravy.

It's amazing to eat a bite of meat and drink a sip of winter melon tea.

With trembling hands, Ango Sakaguchi picked up a piece of pork belly and put it on the grill, staring at the piece of meat with wide eyes, as if a mere piece of pork belly could suddenly jump up and press his face on the grill.

I don't think that's okay. Anyway, I seriously invited him to barbecue, but he acted like I was putting him on a baking tray. It's really shameful.

The information of Ango Sakaguchi is too perfect.

How should I put it, it is the kind of file that is so perfect that no matter how you check it, you can’t find any problems—from how he was persecuted during the Longtou War, to how he escaped, and how he was introduced by Pengelie’s people to join Peng Lie's company, and then how to transfer...

Very, very boring, social animal material.

Not even hiding anything about his previous employment with the Port Mafia.

This material is so perfect that I feel sorry for the person who made the material without looking at it more.

Simply put...

Glasses, you got my attention.

And the glasses that caught my attention are now sweating profusely roasting another piece of beef. The previous piece of pork belly was so miserable that it was a bit mushy.

Can he really eat well like this?

I looked at him and put an oyster on the grill with great interest.

He was sweating profusely from grilling meat.

"Sakaguchi-kun, don't be so nervous." I braced my face and took a sip of winter melon tea, "I didn't ask you for anything else, you see I even made the barbecue sauce myself."

He wiped the sweat from his face, "With all due respect, boss, I don't think you called me here just to treat me to a barbecue."

Hey, you know the boss's mouth is deceiving, so why don't you just pick up the topic yourself, so that you can temporarily get a chance to breathe from the situation like meat on the grill?

I just like watching other people dying, the persecution is especially interesting.

I tilted my head and continued to fiddle with the meat on the grill. After a while, I smiled and withdrew my hand, and said to Ango Sakaguchi in front of me, "Mr. Sakaguchi, are you a spy?"

He froze.

"Mori Ogai really thought a lot about sending you here as a spy."

Mr. Sakaguchi withdrew his hand and pushed his glasses, as if he was going to keep silent to the end.

I'm not in a hurry and continue to eliminate the roast on the griddle.

"I didn't think I could get away with it under your nose," he said.

"Who made the file?" I asked him with interest.

"Myself." Yasugo Sakaguchi admitted, sweat still dripping from his face.

Strictly speaking, it would be easy to go to another family to be a spy, or to be poured into the Sea of ​​Naples with cement, but although this guy was covered in sweat, he was actually not as nervous as he looked.

I think he intends to seek wealth and insurance, and bully Pengo Li as a charity organization.

But his file is really good, if it is not in my hands, unless he exposes himself, most people will not be able to see it.

And I can tell because I'm very experienced with Er Wu Zai.

There are a bunch of them in "that department", each of which is a top-notch actor, and the professionalism of the veteran actors is guaranteed.

"Mori Ogai won't send you to seduce/seduce me, I don't think you're good, you're too slender, let him send a handsome one." I swear this sentence is true.

Mr. Sakaguchi showed a very subtle expression. It was the kind of expression that wanted to complain, but the guy in front of him who was brushing the lower limit was the big boss who held your life in his hand, so he forcibly suppressed the complaint.

"Let me tell you, you bastard, when I went on a business trip to the port mafia last year, I actually sent a kid who hadn't even grown a hair yet, so what, called Dazai's kid to seduce/seduce me, I am a loli I just think that all the women in the world are shotacons, it’s too much, do I look like the kind of person who started in three years?!"

Mr. Sakaguchi's expression became more subtle.

"By the way, what do you do at Port Mafia?" The abalone squeaked as it shrank on the grill as I sprinkled some spices on it.

"Sorting out paperwork." He replied obediently.

"Then what did you do in your previous workplace? Huh-his-hot." I put the grilled abalone on the plate and took a bite. It was so hot that my teeth hurt.

"I don't... understand you very well. My job in the port mafia is paper processing. In the beginning..."

I interrupted him, "I'm asking, what did you do in that work unit before you joined the port mafia." I propped my face, tilted my head and looked at him with a smile, "You used The secret technique - double deception, ensures that even if you look at your file and have suspicions and conduct an investigation, at most it will stop at the thought of 'this person is a spy sent by the port mafia'."

"People are easy to relax, easy to get an answer and be satisfied. Putting the easier answer first, they tend to ignore the deeper truth hidden beneath it."

I crossed my hands and looked at Ango Sakaguchi who was still sullen, "Ango-kun, you are a spy who infiltrated the port mafia, right?"

The cold sweat on his face just "swiped" off.

"The port mafia is a supernatural organization, and will send spies there... Are you from the military and police, or the supernatural secret service?" I smiled and looked at Ango Sakaguchi, whose collar was soaked in cold sweat. , the latter swallowed a mouthful of spit.

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

"It's fine if you pretend to be stupid." I stood up, slowly walked behind Ango Sakaguchi, and leaned into his ear, "Ango-kun, you are a very smart and capable person."

"Sometimes the dialogue between smart people and smart people can be simpler."

Probably because I was too close to him, the air flow hit his ear when I was talking, and the glasses boy visibly shook.

"And even if you kill him and don't say anything, what do you think Mori Ogai sent you to Vongola?" I put my hand on his shoulder, "Send me a coolie?"

Although it can be said to be a coolie, this guy probably wants to wait for me to detain this guy, and then help the people over there to negotiate and rescue him in exchange for some benefits, right?

If you think about it this way, the probability that Ango Sakaguchi belongs to the Supernatural Secret Service Division will be greatly increased.

Poor spectacles gulped, I think he must be mentally imagining me pressing his face on a griddle or something.

It's too much, I wouldn't do such a violent thing.

"Mr. Anwu, I want to tell you a secret." I bent down and said to him with a smile, "The department you are in now, most of them are spies. Which country, what organization do they belong to, what did their ancestors do? What did you do to enter Vengley's business center, which colleague you cheated and which little partner blocked your way—I know everything."

The clothes behind him were soaked in cold sweat.

"Then, Ango-kun." I let go of his shoulders, and wiped my sweat-drenched hands on the chair in disgust, "Guess again——"

"Why should I tell you this?"

tick.

The sound of water droplets came.

I looked down.

Fuck, this guy dripped sweat on the unroasted 5A snowflake beef!

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Ango: Am I going to be poured with cement and sink into the Sea of ​​Naples?

Tell everyone a ghost story, I have no manuscript.