In order to survive, I do many jobs

Ask: There seems to be something wrong with the new company I joined. As soon as I joined the company, I ran into two enemy spies. The most embarrassing thing is that I am also an enemy spy. What should I do?

Best answer: Thank you for the invitation, I am in Bodo, I just met with my seniors, and I almost laughed out loud.As the saying goes, the brave wins when you meet on a narrow road, and when three youngsters meet, it's time to decide the real king of the youngest!The one who sees through everything is the strongest!

I tried to look away from the top of Bourbon's and Scotch's heads, lest they think I was squinting.

Facing the scrutinizing eyes of the little brother Heipi, I showed a friendly and friendly smile, "Hello senior, I am Xinar, please give me your advice."

"You don't need to be called seniors, we should be on the same level." Bourbon coughed, "You just joined the job? Sorry, Vodka only said that you need firearms training."

"Because I'm just over 15 years old, and I can't do much." I explained, "Not long after I joined the company, Vodka thought I needed training."

The appearance of a female high school student is really easy to let people down. Bourbon and Scotland looked at me exactly the same way as Lin at this time, as if they were looking at a lost girl, full of enigmatic regret.

"My task is quite special." I said nonsense without changing my face, "When Vodka invited me to join the organization, he promised that in addition to the due salary, he would also introduce me to free teachers--may I ask, he has given you Tuition fee? Don’t I have to pay for it?”

If the fat man dares to slander me, I will sue him.

"What tuition fee?" Bourbon showed a blank expression, "Re-pay the tuition fee?"

When did the Black Organization become so humane?He has basically never received any salary from the organization, and has to rely on part-time jobs in coffee shops to make ends meet.

Me: ...Oh my God, hasn't this little brother received overtime pay and field work allowance?What kind of black-hearted organization is the winery!

"Tong, will Vodka really pay my salary? Wouldn't it be a fairy dance?" I was worried, "If I knew it, I would change to another company... I will never say that Mr. Sen has no conscience."

There are even five insurances, one housing fund and meal subsidies in Hong Kong and black!You look at people!

[Who knows,] the father of the system shook his head, [So son, you have to hurry up and study, and what you learn is yours. 】

I took it very seriously, and my face was full of diligence and asking, "Teacher, when will we start learning art?"

"You can just call me Bourbon," the title of the teacher made Amuro's teeth ache for a while, and he added, "Bourbon brother is also fine."

"Brother Bourbon." I do good things, as long as I can restore my hopeless marksmanship, you can call me your father.

Don't give up on me!

"Do a test first to see your basic level, okay?" Scotland chose a gun for me. He has a gentle aura about him, like a big brother next door, very kind.

I nodded guiltyly, don't blink, I'm afraid you will doubt your eyes.

The scene of the car accident is about to start, and there is still time to escape.

Faced with two pairs of encouraging or scrutinizing eyes, I cheer and applaud myself in my heart, come on, detective!

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

I fired six shots in a row, with a chic posture, and looked at the target again, and missed one shot.

Bourbon, Scotland:  …

I expected that I might be bad, but I didn't expect that I was so bad.

"It's normal to miss the target for the first time. Take your time and you will improve." Scotland kindly comforted me.

I shook my head silently, you don’t understand, this level was developed after Mr. Dazai taught me on a whim and pissed him off for a week, representing my peak level.

Dazai-san made a very scary expression at one point, but I was so innocent.Talent makes it, don't blame me.

I can extend the three-hour gun practice time to six hours each time, and I will never be lazy.I listen to the main points taught by Mr. Dazai as the holy order, and I will never disobey them.

It's not good to practice like this, either Mr. Dazai's teaching is not good, or I really don't eat this bowl of rice.

God has opened countless doors for me, but he has to close a window for me.

During the last class, Mr. Dazai's face changed several times, he couldn't find anything to blame me for, I'm not as stubborn as Akutagawa, I changed everything he asked me to change, but the bullet just didn't listen to me talk.

On the gray practice field, Mr. Dazai grabbed my wrist and looked at the gun callus on my palm with a vague expression. In the end, he said nothing and turned around and assigned me a few subordinates with good marksmanship.

I think he gave up on me. Anyway, my talent doesn't need to be very good marksmanship to be effective, and it doesn't matter if I learn it or not.

But I am not reconciled, self-defense skills are never out of date.

Mr. Dazai severely reprimanded Akutagawa more than once, accusing him of relying too much on supernatural powers as a means of attack, not knowing how to be flexible, and not knowing how to use foreign objects.

At that time, his expression was really terrifying like a ghost. I shivered holding his coat, and silently moved it away like a quail.

There are ultimate anti-power devices like Dazai Osamu in the world, and there are murderers who are immune to my powers for unknown reasons. Self-renunciation is the prelude to the death knell. I will never succumb to the limitations of my talent.

"Well...at least, your shooting posture is very standard." Bourbon racked his brains to come up with two words of comfort, "Someone taught you before?"

Then because you are too bad to give up on you?He thought to himself, inexplicably, it was understandable.

I looked at him faintly, "Don't even think about returning the goods."

Man, how could I not know what you are thinking, put away your evil thoughts!

"There is no problem with the posture, the movement is very standard, and it should be able to hit it logically." Bourbon took my gun and fired three shots in the distance, with ten rings of precision. "The gun is also good, why?"

"Because of the strength of my wrist, Xinal's hand will tremble uncontrollably before shooting, and the trajectory of the ball will deviate from the line of sight." Scotland pinched my wrist and said helplessly, "You are too thin, usually Do you not eat?"

Three meals a day plus supper, as well as various snacks and desserts fed by colleagues, and a cup of hot milk before going to bed.

After being resurrected from the dead, the body consumes a lot of energy. I eat a lot, and Mr. Dazai often feeds me like a piglet, but it still has no effect.

"How about a different way of thinking?" Bourbon turned my wrist over and over again like catching a cat's paw, "When aiming, deviate from the ballistic trajectory, and then aim again when shooting, turn the uncontrollable trembling into a controllable variable, try Do you want to try?"

"Can this kind of thing be done?" I said "Are you kidding me?" Isn't the recoil and wrist shaking frequency when shooting a gun metaphysics?

Brother Bourbon, can you tell fortunes?Calculate my fortune this year.

"Markmanship is not so much dependent on calculation, but more on feel." Bourbon said earnestly, "When the amount of practice is large enough, everything that is impossible will turn into a miracle."

"It will be hard. Your former instructor may not be willing, but I am a cruel person."

No, Mr. Dazai is definitely much more ruthless than you. He probably just thinks it’s unnecessary. After so much hard work, he can only exchange for the results that others can easily practice. the result of.

"I'm not afraid of hardship, please." I showed a big smile and bowed sincerely.

Because today is only the first meeting, there is not much time.I saved Bourbon and Scotland contacts, said goodbye to them at the driving range, and went to report to Vodka.

"What a hardworking child, why did she join the organization?" Scotland sighed, "It is Gin's order to teach marksmanship, is it to train her as a killer? At such a young age..."

"Maybe it's an intelligence officer." Bourbon's eyes were low. "Because of this, the black organization is unforgivable. We came here as an undercover agent to annihilate them one day."

"The souls of all innocent victims can rest in peace, and all the righteous people who sacrificed can be avenged."

【Why make an appointment with other people at a bar, and with vodka at a milk tea shop? 】I asked in a puzzled manner,【He also readily agreed. 】

"Maybe it's because under the dark appearance, Vodka has a pink and tender girlish heart." I thought, "Who doesn't like milk tea, his girlfriend must be very powerful."

"Sinar, have you seen Bourbon and Scotland?" Vodka asked. "They didn't do anything to you, did they?"

?What can they do to me?You speak so ambiguously.

"It's a super reliable teacher. I have already made an appointment for the next tuition." I bit my straw and said, "Five-star praise, like it."

"That's good." Vodka didn't ask too much, and he continued, "Brother asked me to ask you, has there been any unusual activity in the port mafia recently?"

Unusual movement?How abnormal?I let go of the straw, feeling something was wrong.

Gin won't be aimless, he must know something.

"What Brother Gin told you, please tell me too." I asked him softly, not noticing how much my tone resembled Mr. Dazai who almost drove me to a corner that day.

Vodka shuddered, and under the halo of Er Wuzi, he thought back for a moment and said, "Sinal, haven't you heard the news? Mimic, an organization that fled from the UK, recently landed in Yokohama."

?Impossible, how could Mr. Sen allow foreign organizations to enter the country for no reason, Hong Kong gangsters will definitely receive the news as soon as possible and send people to exterminate them.

Because mimic is a group with supernatural beings stationed there, the ones sent there are likely to be double blacks who can wipe out the hostile organization overnight.

double black...

"Mr. Chuya received a business trip some time ago, and went to Western countries to suppress hostile forces..." I muttered to myself, "I can't make it back for a while... No, Mr. Mori sent him away on purpose."

Mori Ogai deliberately introduced mimic to Yokohama?What is he plotting?

I don't know much about the sphere of influence and general direction of Hong Kong and black, because Mr. Dazai seldom talks to me about this, but once Mori Ogai makes a move, he must seek something extremely important.

What does he want?What is so important that he would not hesitate to introduce a powerful roving organization to disrupt the situation, and not hesitate to transfer his best trump card?

Why was Mr. Chuya the only one who was transferred?What role did Mr. Dazai play in this matter?

I was in a bad mood. Mori Ogai had far more trust in Mr. Chuya than Mr. Dazai, because the latter was too uncontrollable.Terrible mind and wrist, even the man sitting at the top of the leading organization must be terrified.

"The port mafia hasn't changed recently." I slowly recalled, "Nothing, as if they didn't know about it at all. But if mimic wants to gain a firm foothold in Yokohama, it must contact the gangsters."

For the time being, I can only wait for them to make moves, but I can't do nothing.

Vodka doesn't know much information, and Gin trusts him, but because the younger brother's IQ is not high, he won't discuss important matters with him.After a brief chat with him, I sent him away and took out my phone.

If you are undecided, check the forum... Cough, I mean, there are a lot of weird people on Jungle, maybe someone can analyze it for me.

With hope in mind, I opened the forum and only searched for players in Yokohama.

There were not many people, and one of the players whose ID was "Bozi Soda" attracted my attention.

He claims to be the No.1 detective in the world, loves rough snacks and sweets, and is the record holder for winning all games against decryption games and reasoning games online.

I stared at his head, a plaid beret, for a moment.

Hmm... isn't this the detective boy who can read minds?Fate is wonderful.

I typed in a crackling voice.

The top chef who cooks mackerel: dear, are you there dear?

Bozi soda:?

The top chef who cooks mackerel: It’s like this dear, I have a question and want to consult dear, what is the charging method dear?

Bozi soda: Famous detectives are very expensive!Just don't help weird people.

The top chef who cooks mackerel: Actually, I don’t have any money. Can I have Hakata’s specialty mentaiko?There are very good Japanese dim sum, Daifuku and brownies here, or do you like other flavors?

Bozi soda: ten servings of the same!What are you asking?

I breathed a sigh of relief, Taobao's customer service style of speaking really never goes out of date, I hurriedly asked a question, a famous detective deserves to be a famous detective, and the classmate "Bozi Soda" sent me seven words without hesitation:

Ability business license.

Seeing this, I understand, I understand everything.

The document that allows members under their name to freely use supernatural powers will be reviewed and issued by the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and the port mafia is determined to obtain this.

Whether it's the mimic or the person who is about to be drawn into the dangerous vortex, all must make way for this.

Mori Ogai's ambition cannot be destroyed by anyone.

The closest connection between Hong Kong gangsters and the Supernatural Secret Service is Ango Sakaguchi, the infiltrating investigator dispatched by the Supernatural Special Service to the port mafia.

He is a friend of Mr. Dazai, a person who has radiated kindness to me, and he is also a springboard for the second and fifth boys I have long been optimistic about.

No matter what Mori Ogai wants to do, nothing can happen to the Lupine trio.

The time for the evening reception is already the last of Mr. Dazai's pleasures, and the bandages on his body will wither if he loses it any longer. As his most proud disciple, I must repay my teacher's kindness.

Apart from Mr. Chuya, the conscience of Hong Kong and black belongs to me the most.Mori Ogai has now broken through the bottom line, and Mr. Dazai is no longer at the bottom.

"Do you think you can feel at ease by transferring Mr. Chuya? I also have the power to destroy an organization."

I stretched myself, took the snacks for Detective Boy and the souvenirs for Mr. Dazai, and boarded the train back to Yokohama.

After I go back, I can be promoted, but then I think that I may not be able to do it for a long time in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang. How many days can I enjoy the salary increase after the promotion?I was sad and wept.

An excellent young boy must know how to give and take, Mr. Dazai, I have paid too much for you.

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Qianye: Moved by my own conscience

Bourbon, a fake wine that works everywhere.