Group Pet Career in Yokohama

Five fifteen in the morning.

The sun at the end of the horizon was just a cold disc at this time, and the cool sea breeze wrapped the huge cruise ship, mixed with the breath of sea water blowing from all directions.

Orlando Bolton held a cigarette between his fingers and breathed long and loosely. Every time the sun rose, he habitually stood in front of the gray railing of the deck, admiring the sunrise while smoking a cigarette to relieve his fatigue.

Silver-gray hair glistens in the sun, eyes of the same color are deep and distant, with a layer of unkempt beard on his chin, his facial features are not refined, but they are also quite charming - it can be seen that he must have been a handsome man when he was young.

Orlando is a supernatural being hired by Consia at a high price. The supernatural power is a space system, but it can only block the entry and exit of supernatural beings, and cannot defend against ordinary people.And when the ability user is in the range of his ability, he will not be able to use the ability.

The security system, guard system, and guard system on the cruise ship are not the same. Orlando has a limited range of supernatural powers, covering the important data room of the cruise ship all year round. In addition, the data room has assigned three armed guard teams to take turns guarding.

"Tat-tat--"

Hearing the crisp footsteps behind him, Orlando turned around and looked.

A little girl on the deck is walking towards here with a face of embarrassment. She looks thirteen or fourteen years old, not very old.

He put his eyes back on the sea in front of him, continued to smoke his cigarette, not planning to meddle in other people's business.

But the footsteps stopped behind him.

Orlando had to turn around again, he was not used to having people behind him, it would make him feel insecure.

"Uncle..." The little girl begged him with a hoarse voice: "I'm lost, can you please send me back to where I live?"

"Where's your lord?" Orlando asked with a frown as he glanced at the number plate on Hill's wrist.

This ship is not a cruise ship for sightseeing, and he has seen a few of the hidden transactions behind it, and he is very disdainful in his heart, but the salary is really high... How should I put it, this little girl has an outstanding appearance, alone Action is very dangerous.

"I want to watch the sunrise on the sea. My brother is sleeping late, so I come on the deck by myself... But after watching the sunrise, I don't remember the way back, and I forgot my phone..."

She didn't finish her sentence, her head was lowered, and her tone obviously regretted her impulsive impulse.

The facilities on the cruise ship are complete, meeting most of the entertainment needs of customers. In order to maximize the use of space, we can only make some trade-offs in some aspects. The places where ordinary customers live are complicated, and it is really not easy to find the right place when they first arrive.

And now it was the time for day and night shifts, and there were no patrols or service personnel on the deck. Hill could only ask this kind-looking uncle for help.

Nodding, Orlando snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, and was about to throw it into the sea.

"...Uncle." Hill suddenly said.

He stopped and cast a puzzled look.

Hill didn't explain, just smiled softly and said, "Uncle, give me the cigarette butt."

Orlando raised his eyebrows, handed over the cigarette butt, and then watched the little girl take small steps and ran to the trash can more than ten meters away to throw garbage, and trotted back.

Is it because they are afraid that cigarette butts will be thrown into the sea and endanger the natural environment?He couldn't laugh or cry, but he had to admit that this behavior carried a little innocence that only belonged to children... In short, such innocence is not suitable to appear here.

For him who works in this depressing place... I think it's quite cute.

"Ah, uncle, I'm in a good mood now, so I'll send you back." Orlando scratched his hair and said with a smile.

"Thank you uncle!" Hill's eyes lit up, and his smile shone with joy and happiness.

This child must be quite anxious if he can't find anyone he knows and gets lost.

"Let's go." Orlando lazily rested his hands on his pillow, and took a few steps first, then suddenly turned around and said, "Which area are you from?"

"District D."

"Then keep up." His eyes were clear, area D is just an ordinary area, no wonder there is no way to find it, and it takes a long detour in the middle.

About ten minutes later, Orlando brought Hill to the door of room 4057, and watched Hill use the number plate to unlock the door.

After seeing Hill go in, he was about to leave.

"Wait, uncle, come in and have a glass of water? There are drinks and wine in the refrigerator and wine cabinet. I invite you to drink whatever you want... As a thank you for sending me." Hill Wan stayed.

The footsteps about to take stopped, and Orlando sighed and said, "Little girl, be a little vigilant, but you can't let everyone be on guard, even if you are a little favor to you, you can't let go of your vigilance. You will suffer in the future if you are so simple." He has the tone of someone who has experienced it, and he teaches meaningfully.

"I am leaving."

"Thank you uncle."

"... But it's up to you whether to go or stay."

A chill that made the hair stand on end suddenly crawled up his spine.

Then it went dark.

Before losing his memory, Orlando only heard the little girl whispering with a smile, and suddenly felt that his enchantment ability was disconnected.

Counted...

monitoring room--

A monitor in gray overalls rubbed his eyes, "Did the 4-c01 monitor get stuck again?"

The other said with no surprise: "I have been stuck several times this night, and I am numb. I will contact the technicians to fix it later. I don't know what to eat. I can't fix it even if I fix the monitor."

"You can't say that, it's not easy for everyone... But did Your Excellency Orlando also enter that room?" After the monitoring slowed down, he happened to see the door being gently closed.

"What are you doing so much, we just need to keep an eye on those suspicious people." The man yawned.

Osamu Dazai and Fyodor have deciphered the password of the reference room, and Fyodor got the customer's information.

"Miss Hill is fast. It would be great if she could join us." Gogol leaned lazily against the wall.

In the plan, Hill is responsible for retaining the ability user of the space confinement system.

Their organization is short of people right now, and it would be interesting if Hill joined.

Fyodor moved his fingers quickly on the computer keyboard in the reference room, downloading all the audio-visual materials inside to his hard drive.

"Well, my cooperation with Majin-kun does not include poaching." Osamu Dazai said with a smile while pinching the copied USB flash drive in his hand.

It's just that Consia's criminal transaction evidence and product flow data sheets are not stored here.

"Since the cooperation is completed, I'll take the first step." Osamu Dazai waved his hand.

Fyodor winked at Gogol.

"Mr. Dazai..." Gogol stretched out his hand, and a dark look flashed in his eyes.

"Di-di-di-di-"

It's just that he was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

The harsh sirens in the corridor continued to echo in the cabin, accompanied by the red warning light, shining on the still-dried blood at the door of the reference room.

Osamu Dazai quickly opened the door, and immediately closed and locked the door after going out.

Accompanied by the sound of closing the door, the power space barrier that had lost its function was re-projected from the searchlight on the top, forming a closed space where people with special powers could not use powers or pass through.

"Well done, little Hill." He raised his hand towards his neck, and when he put it down, he was already pinching a small red-backed spider between his slender, white fingers, which was miniature and cute.

Putting down the radio, Hill looked at the angry Orlando through the black mist, with a flash of apology in his eyes.

"I'm sorry for taking advantage of uncle." Hill said softly, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Well, maybe it will make uncle lose a lot of money..."

With the triggering of the alarm, the defense system should focus on Fyodor and Gogol. With such a good condition of "catching a turtle in a urn", they will certainly not let it go.And taking advantage of the fact that the armed forces are constantly being attracted by Fyodor, Osamu Dazai's actions will be much easier.

nice~

Thinking so mischievously, Hill turned his gaze to Orlando, "But if uncle wants to stay in Yokohama, I can introduce you to a job. I guarantee that the salary will not be too different. It's just that overtime is indispensable, maybe The overworked kind."

She showed a gentle and understanding smile, as if she could see the lilies blooming behind her.

Listen, is this what people say... God tm is considerate!

It was because the world gave him too few beatings that he was deceived by this weak and harmless little girl!Orlando, who often claims to have rich life experience and always preaches to the younger generation around him, thought angrily.

At this moment, Hill also put on the other earphone, and the other party said something, and Hill nodded slightly.

"Excuse me for a while, uncle, please be good." Hill pushed open the door and walked out.

Orlando, who was so suppressed that he couldn't move and couldn't even make a sound: ...

Relying on the nullification ability, after leaving the ability space without any restraint, Osamu Dazai suddenly stopped in his tracks and stepped into a door.

Footsteps gradually sounded outside the door, and they became more and more dense.

Hill guessed right. Except for the necessary force to guard the people who were going to be auctioned, the lower splint probably rushed into the reference room, but encountered difficulties at the door of the reference room——

Osamu Dazai reset the password to open the door within a few minutes of going out, and the staff who knew the code lock operation device had all turned into corpses on the ground.

"Brute force refresh the password!"

"Are you crazy? Everything in the reference room will be deleted!"

"That's better than being taken away, and it's not without benefits—gas bombs will be dropped at the same time as the violent refresh, and no one inside can escape." He said firmly.

And if the customer's information is leaked, not to mention that they will suffer huge losses in business, and none of them can escape.

"Okay, then do as you say."

Just waiting for a group of armed men wearing gas masks and armed with weapons to enter the reference room.

The room was empty.

After being posed by Osamu Dazai——

Hearing the crisp sound of the door being locked, Gogol frowned slightly, not dissatisfied with Osamu Dazai's behavior, but simply disliked the feeling of being restrained.

"What's next?"

And Fyodor didn't even blink, and continued to download information and materials calmly, editing the program with one mind and two tasks. He said lightly: "I already guessed that there will be such a situation."

He took out a grenade from his wide cloak and threw it at Gogol, "Move the tallest cabinet and stuff this one in. There is a hole drilled for the connection line inside, which is a weak point."

"It seems that Mr. Fyodor really understands everything here—even this." Gogol took the things and followed his instructions with a smile.

The two came out of the reference room, Fyodor patted the dust on the cloak slowly, but stopped for a moment.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

The sirens above their heads sounded again.

"Those two people are here! Come here! Follow up!" The sound of fine footsteps followed.

"Go to the upper deck and ask for support!"

Reflexively, Gogol teleported the two people to a place 30 meters away in an instant, and the clothes hems of the two people who followed did not touch each other.

Just getting on my feet.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

The overhead alarm sounded again.

"Wait, Mr. Gogol." Fyodor hesitated.

They turned their gazes again, and then as expected—the alarm above their heads sounded again.

Fyodor's eyes suddenly fell silent, and at the same time, his brain was thinking calmly and quickly: he has already tampered with the surveillance, and what he played was all edited past images, so even if they walked over directly, the surveillance personnel would not notice or call the police. rings itself...

He is always vigilant and can guarantee that Osamu Dazai will not get close... After he reminded him in advance, Mr. Gogol will not ignore this point carelessly...

"Mr. Gogol." Suddenly, Fyodor's eyes narrowed, "Bring out the rose that Hill gave you."

When she was in the utility room, Hill took out the rose that Gogol gave her when she was bored. Gogol saw that the rose was dry and no longer beautiful, so he changed it for her. Just stuff it in your pocket.

Fyodor took the flower and took out the spider-shaped monitor from the gap between the petals with his fingertips.

There is an extremely delicate signal transmitter attached to this monitor, no wonder the alarm goes off wherever they go.

Seeing this, Gogol instantly understood everything.As long as I think of this "little gift" that I asked for on my own initiative, I feel uncomfortable for a while.

He didn't have any defenses against Hill—subconsciously he felt that this little girl was not the type who liked to play tricks, but just a weak and cute little girl who saw things clearly.

Subconsciously... actually subconsciously acted on the first impression?

He suddenly sneered: "Oh, these two people really have a 'tacit understanding'."

During this period, he and Fyodor watched the two of them all the time. They didn't have any alone time, and they didn't even make special eye contact.

But before he knew it, he had already taken a few steps and made a plan for them.

"Mr. Gogol, go to the deck." Fyodor glanced at the remote control-like device in his hand.

"...Just leave like this?"

"No hurry, I also left a big gift for Dazai-kun and Hill." He smiled meaningfully, "May they have a good time."

He pressed the button in the middle, a special mouse image appeared, and the time entered the countdown.

"Bomb?" Gogol asked.

"No... Dazai-kun likes dismantling bombs so much, isn't this what he wants..."