King of 25 Cubs

When I was thrown into the first world, my body shrank to eight years old.

When I first woke up, I was crushed under the ruins of a foreign country. A master swordsman walked by and dug out like a potato.

I cried when I was first dug up because I found out I was indeed bald.

The person who rescued me didn’t know why I was crying. He thought it was because I was scared and rescued suddenly. He frowned for the first time coaxing the child, hugged me cautiously as if he was facing a big enemy, and patted me with strange movements. Looking at my shiny forehead.

"Don't cry, it's okay."

The blunt comfort and warm and generous embrace are the kind of tenderness I have never received from others.

The person who rescued me was Fukuzawa Yukichi. He used to be an assassin who worked for the government. When he picked me up, he had already washed his hands and became a bodyguard.

He has brought me by my side for nearly two years. I saw his extraordinary skills, and it was hard work that made him agree to be my master.

In fact, I would rather call him daddy, but he won't let me. I have reason to suspect that he is afraid that I will influence him to find a wife.

Older single men with oil bottles and unstable jobs are really hard to find a wife.As for me, I am a considerate apprentice. For the sake of Master's life-long happiness, I decided to find myself a teacher's wife.

So I secretly posted Master's contact information and conditions on the dating website, and within a few days, Master beat me uprightly on the grounds of teaching swordsmanship.

The master's personality is a little stuffy, but he is really very knowledgeable and taught me a lot of things - kendo, jujitsu, kickboxing, gun use, intelligence gathering, reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance... oh, and haiku and calligraphy.

Although the last two items, I didn't learn to understand them until I was a teacher.

I am a teacher who graduated two years later.

The master said that I had learned enough and had nothing to teach me, so he took me to an acquaintance.

The man was also bald, wearing glasses, and had a beard. He was not young and was said to be a high-ranking government official.

As soon as I saw this man's shiny forehead, I rushed over and shouted, "Dad, I finally found you!"

In my original world, I have never seen my father since I was a child, and my mother doesn't like me, so I especially want to feel the legendary mountain-like deep father's love.

Master specially sent me to this person, and we have the same bald head. I really thought he was my real father in this world—although I have a mixed-race Eastern European face, and this age can be my grandfather The bald daddy has a very ordinary Asian face.

The farming counselor... that is, the bald old man looked at me in surprise, then turned his head, smiled and said to the master: "Do you have the habit of recognizing your father everywhere?"

"I'm sorry." My unsmiling master said in a serious tone: "This kid not only likes to find his father everywhere, but also likes to find his mother online."

I:"……"

Farming: "..."

I was stunned that my senseless master could make jokes!It's not in vain that I racked my brains every day and said that cross talk made him happy.

The farming counselor laughed loudly and said, "This kid has a lot of personality. The young people in our department are too boring. What we need is Lingtu, who can mobilize the atmosphere."

I thought about the meaning of this sentence, and it can probably be translated as: Our unit lacks people who can speak cross talk.

As for the secret service department, I have never heard of it before.

After laughing enough, the farming counselor asked me: "Son, what are you good at?"

I don't think I can embarrass my master in front of outsiders, even if the other party is suspected to be my own father.So I thought about it carefully, and said solemnly: "I can drive an excavator, and I can also make the excavator spin and jump without stopping."

Since you are short of people who can talk about cross talk, then I will talk about cross talk well.

A child like me who was abandoned and insecure, will try to make himself more useful no matter where he lives.

Probably very satisfied with my cross talk. Although the farming counselor looked at me a little strangely and was full of desire to complain, he decided to keep me.

This is the whole process of me joining the Supernatural Secret Service Division and becoming an infiltrating investigator.

The Supernatural Secret Service Division, the descending intelligence agency of the Ministry of the Interior, is responsible for collecting information on supernatural beings and supernatural organizations, eliminating supernatural crimes, and maintaining public safety.

The bald man who interviewed me... No, the farming counselor, he is the second in command of the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

One year after joining the Supernatural Secret Service Division, I was dispatched by the platoon to be an undercover agent. The undercover unit was the Yokohama local snake—the Port Mafia.

At that time, the head of the port Mafia probably lost his mind, and the whole of Yokohama was in chaos. About a year and a half after I sneaked in, the organization finally ushered in a new leader. The new leader is a pacifist. The honeymoon period... Cough, not at all, in short, both parties are in a relationship with one eye open and one eye closed.

Not long after the new leader took office, I returned to the Secret Service Section and worked as an undercover agent at the port of Mafia for nearly two years. After returning to the Secret Service Section, I was promoted from investigator to management officer.

·

Ango-san's voice brought me back from my memory.

"I think you are not used to ordinary schools?" Sakaguchi Ango sighed: "Takaho, there should be many choices in life."

Ango Sakaguchi put down the snail noodles, his eyes were deep, and he said something with earnestness in his words: "If you don't want to work in the Supernatural Secret Service in the future, at least you should have the opportunity to go somewhere else."

Does the Secret Service want me too? ! !

My heart froze, I stood up straight and solemnly said: "I am a living member of the Secret Service Department in life, and a dead ghost of the Special Service Department in death."

Ango Sakaguchi pinched the bridge of his nose, and said with a little sleepiness: "You are only 15 years old, and the future is very long."

I bowed my head in thought for a moment, and then asked very seriously: "Have you finally realized that you are exploiting child labor?"

[Ding Dong ~ split index +100]

The warm atmosphere created by Ango Sakaguchi collapsed in an instant.

"And I became a management officer when I was a teenager, and my achievements in the future will not be lower than you, Mr. Ango."

Pointing to the tip of my nose, I asked him confidently: "Do you think I have a chance to be a staff officer at the age of 20?"

——The youngest beauty counselor in history, revealing the secret behind the "non-existent" government agency!

Wow, this is the name left in history, right?Will someone write my biography in a hundred years?

By the way, Ango-san is the Assistant Counselor, one level below the No. [-] Farming Counselor.

"I think you want to beat me up." Mr. Anwu knocked on my head, but he didn't mind my "children's words": "When you get promoted to my position, then covet the second-in-command position."

"Then Mr. Ango, take care of your health. I don't want to be promoted because of the reason of 'the young boss died suddenly during work'. It sounds too frustrating."

[Ding Dong ~ split index +200]

Mr. Anwu's face contorted for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back abruptly.

"Your new task is to undercover the military police, to collect information on "Hound", if possible, it is best to enter "Hound". "

With my hands behind my back, I said solemnly: "Yes!"

He was very busy and didn't have time to complain about my unique way of caring, so he left in a hurry after leaving the task.

I returned to my long-awaited workstation, touched the desktop and keyboard with my fingers, and there was no dust.

"Mr. Ango wiped it for you before you came back."

Mr. Miyagawa poked his head out from behind the computer, making sure that his boss would not return to the carbine, he approached me secretly and asked, "He probably doesn't know what snail powder is, does he?"

I frowned and said in a heavy tone, "Probably."

My colleague Ms. Tsuruta sat on the swivel chair and slid over slowly, her eyes full of envy: "Mr. Anwu spoils you too much."

pet me?

I thought about it carefully, and he really has a high tolerance for me. He turned a blind eye when he was caught stealing snacks before, not to mention that he took the initiative to say those very distracting words to me this time. .

Although Mr. Anwu looks like an honest and honest servant, in fact, according to the private evaluation of many colleagues, he has a sharp personality and is very strict with the people under his command.

I shrugged: "Probably because I'm young."

I am the flower of the motherland, so I have to get used to it.

"It's because we went too far before. Next time you steal a meal and bring Mr. Anwu, he will definitely be embarrassed to confiscate it."

Ms. Tsuruta showed an indescribable expression: "Do you think we haven't tried it before... Forget it." She sighed: "Mr. Ango has been under a lot of pressure recently, so please be careful."

I lowered my voice: "Where is Mr. Anwu's 'Gaojiu' at the moment?"

Ms. Tsuruta pointed to the direction of the port: "The five tallest buildings."

I am in awe.

They were all promoted to second-in-command assistants, and even went out to "field work" in person. They are worthy of being famous model workers in the Secret Service Section and fighters among social animals.

No wonder I just saw him with a kidney deficiency appearance after working overtime for a few weeks.

"These are information about the military and police. Mr. Ango asked me to sort them out and hand them over to you."

Ms. Tsuruta put a heavy stack of documents on my desk.

I stared at the documents that were almost higher than my head, and dared not say anything: "Now that I work digitally, why do I still have to chew on piles of paper documents!"

Ms. Tsuruta patted me on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work."

I pinched the bridge of my nose with a headache, and after Ms. Tsuruta left, I used the computer to retrieve the information called "Zhu Fu Jingguang" from the Metropolitan Police Department, and found his phone number in the information.

I went into the bathroom, checked that there was no surveillance equipment around, and then called Zhu Fu Jingguang.

"Scotland? It's me, Coca-Cola." I scratched my face. "What's the time and place of our meeting?"

·

Unexpectedly, the meeting of the winery was before eight o'clock this time, and it was almost time!

I went back to the office with a sullen face.

"Why such an expression?" Ms. Tsuruta asked me.

"hungry."

I blanked my eyes and said listlessly.

"I have the instant noodles you gave me just now, do you want to eat?"

"I don't want to eat instant noodles. I'm still growing up. I want to eat skewers, crepes, and grilled oysters." I lay on the table and looked at her pitifully: "I haven't had dinner yet. Eat. It’s all Mr. Ango’s fault, who suddenly called me back to work before I had time to eat.”

Ms. Tsuruta stroked my head affectionately: "Your new wig feels good to the touch, and this stupid hair feels so realistic to the touch... Cough, I mean, it's not easy to eat these, let Miyagawa give you some If you don’t go there, you’ll have it.”

I tapped my palm and pretended to realize it: "That's right, Mr. Miyagawa's ability is teleportation!"

"Miya Chuan." Ms. Tsuruta tapped Miya Chuan's computer: "Our kids want to eat supper."

Tsuruta blinked, hesitating a bit: "In case Mr. Ango comes back..."

I spread my hands grinningly: "Make a list of what you want to eat, I'll bring it for everyone, and I won't confess you if you get caught."

"make a deal!"

In this way, 2 minutes later, I was transported by Mr. Miyagawa to the famous snack street in Mihua Town, Tokyo.

That's right, the meeting place of the winery is not far from the snack street, it is an abandoned warehouse.

The smell of food wafted over and almost took my soul away, so I simply bought ten meat skewers and ate them while walking.

It took at least 10 minutes to walk to the meeting place. Just as I thought the distance was a bit far, the shining white headlights fell on me.

A black Porsche stopped in front of me, Vodka lowered the window, and his eyes were a little strange: "Why are you here?"

"I came from the side of the snack street." I decided to grab a car, opened the door very casually, and sat in the co-pilot, "Have you had dinner yet? I can share it with you, whether you want mutton or beef—"

The voice stopped abruptly.

The cold muzzle suddenly touched the back of my head.

My face suddenly became stinky.

"What do you mean by gin? Don't you think it's too small a bunch? It's too tasteless to snatch it from children!"