Nengangang: [@林TON@Linton, I have two packages for you! ! Why don't you come directly to the company to pick it up? 】
Croissant: [Why does this scene look so strange? 】
Texas: [It’s not like we haven’t received packages ourselves, right? 】
Croissant: [Texas, don’t you know this very well? This means you feel this way too! 】
Mostima: [It doesn’t really matter, the main thing is to let the boss see it...]
Angel of Energy: [I discussed it with Is, and if you treat me to a meal with him, I can help you cover these records, @linton]
Linton: [No problem, I’ll give you another salary and send it to me]
Able Angel: [? ! Texas, Mostima, have you seen it? 】
Croissant: [What about me? 】
Sora: [What about me? 】
Angel Angel: [No, you two may not understand, especially Sora. Aren't you always in Tianmen City? Are you not familiar with Boss Linton? 】
[So you definitely can’t intuitively feel this... this... this kind of abnormal scene! 】
[Yes, that’s right, it’s a mutation! This is a new word I learned here! Several old employees taught me this! 】
Sora: [Eh? Do we have old employees? 】
Texas: [There are several new employees in their fifties here at the headquarters. They are considered elderly in terms of race, but they seem to be thinking about the source of eternal life cultivation]
Sora: [Eh? Why would you apply for a job in this situation? 】
Mostima: [Hmm...the other party calls himself Old Two Dimension, and mentioned that he will jump to Rhodes Island in the end]
Sora: [Uh...traveler? 】
Texas: [Yes, time traveler]
Sora: [Okay then]
Able Angel: [Off-topic! Off-topic! Aren’t you just following the popular science of why it’s so weird for Boss Linton to pay more for a treat? 】
Linton: [@能ANGEL]
Able Angel: [Hi! 】
——Able Angel withdrew a message——
[Sorry for the typo, I definitely didn’t say anything bad about Boss Linton! 】
Linton: [The switching between Jidong and Tomyam needs to be more flexible. Also, I’m here to confirm whether you can accept this job. If it doesn’t work, I will still ask for it myself]
Able Angel: [Continue, after, after, after, after, after, after, after! ! The Jiemen District has been boring lately. Boss Linton, do you have any interesting work? 】
Linton: [Are you bored? I think trouble is everywhere, and you may lack some contacts]
Mostima: [For example? 】
Linton: [For example, various online news, which has been a long-term focus of the detective profession]
Croissant: [Everyone knows this method, but we are not detectives. There is no need to get involved in simple troubles, and there is no money to get it]
Linton: [Hard to say]
Croissant: [Is there any way to get money? 】
Linton: [I mean - 'There is no need to get involved in simple troubles' is hard to say]
[Don’t you think the angels don’t care if they don’t have money? 】
Croissant: [Uh... That's true, but if you want her to think about the news and then find something to do, she doesn't have the patience, right? 】
Able Angel: [? Are you dissing me in front of me like this? Why do you describe me as if you were taken advantage of? 】
Linton: [You have to ask Croissant. Since I am sure you have agreed, I will dive in first. If you have any questions, talk to me privately. Remember to prepare the key file for the express delivery in the company. I don’t have the relevant seal here]
Angel: [That kind of thing will never happen again... How long have you been peeking at the screen? 】
Linton: [Is it possible that I can read the message records? 】
——
Specifically mentioning that the confidence that there will be express delivery in the evening naturally comes from actual contact.
As a temporary worker at Penguin Logistics, a certain demon has not worked for more than half a month.
However, Penguin Logistics is still responsible for express delivery, which proves that it still remembers the company and provides a small contribution to the company's performance.
I feel ashamed, even though the shame is only a little bit (bigger than my thumb).
With this shame, Omo didn't even mention the group of alien invaders to the people at Penguin Logistics.
To prevent Penguin Logistics and even the Rhode Island Pharmaceutical Company from being added to the already chaotic invader base.
In peacetime, there are always many enthusiastic groups.
There are more good people.
The Rhode Island Company is undoubtedly an enthusiastic group. Whether it is its reputation in the field of charity donations or the number of commendations given by its employees for their courageous actions, this can prove the stance of this otherworldly company in shaping its external image.
But they haven't made any move yet.
Many organizations like them have not yet taken action.
Enthusiasm alone is not a reason for action.
The fierce confrontation in the online world is like a war on the interstellar border, which makes people more or less lack reality.
Although from a long-term perspective, this can be said to be an interstellar war, or even the fuse of a war between two worlds.
Stopping it would be saving the world, quite literally.
But in this world, 'saving the world' is actually a cheap word.
The digital world can have several world-threatening crises.
The Monster Exhibition's Grizza would have been reported like this if he had left it alone.
A world that is not necessarily that fragile is always said to need saving, but now...
This is an extremely dangerous case that has not yet been revealed, this war that takes place above the third-level network and below the dark web.
Its destruction, its aftermath, cannot even disrupt the surface web where social media, search engines, public websites and the like live.
Totally not noticeable enough.
Unless members of organizations and companies are directly involved, there is no reason for these organizations to take large actions.
That's fine for now...
Miss Shihuaiya is naturally an insider of the case. The giant enterprise in Rhode Island that separates various functional departments does not have an intelligence department.
Omer gave a reminder, but did not directly give the Angel Angel a chance to get involved. This was the stance he showed.
He is aware enough of this.
Originally, he was just an insignificant independent mercenary, and he would not fall into the eyes of those big companies.
He himself didn't care about this.
But the meeting with Lipia made him react. Even though he was inconspicuous before, after being personally contacted and summoned by Commander Black...
"Qian, how many organizations do you think will be watching me now?"
Omer, who was sitting at the table, was fiddling with the handle of his coffee cup, with his lowered eyes still showing the 'Swinging Camp' on the computer screen.
That was Qianming’s representative and Sunday Serenity after reuniting.
——Although he was still in the dangerous base city, he decided to take a break.
It’s better to say it’s time to rest.
Under the premise that the two sides have different perceptions of time, Omo can only understand from the report of Bellstarmon that it has been day and night for more than a few days.
Those Chaldean servants can still work shifts, and the Ultra Warriors of the Kingdom of Light are the ultimate iron men.
And a certain Dark Sunday who directly attacks as a soul can still call himself an Iron Man.
Representatives from Qianming, who have embarked on the path of source energy sublimation early, are no less impressive.
But mental fatigue is inevitable after all, and everyone needs a drink of water and a bite to eat.
Moreover, the adjustment of the status of the teahouse also requires the quiet cooperation of Sunday Serenity.
Among these, what is even more worth mentioning is...
A certain Digimon who is not usually counted among the residents of the office is a tea party that makes Tako overjoyed.
For this reason, Omer specially greeted Tachyon and Bourbon after dinner.
Prepare black tea, biscuits and pudding.
Omo does not treat his own people badly.
Belstarmon needs a reward after working as a photographer for several days.
This time is just right.
What was reflected on the screen was the recording. The photographer had just reached out from the screen to take away the tea cups and desserts on the table.
Sadako looks like a hairy thing, but no one in the room cares.
The devil took it calmly, but JK remained unmoved.
"How would I know?"
The pink-haired JK, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, was still looking at the cards scattered in the tray, holding the one with Q in his hand.
"Anyway, when you meet that commander, you will fall directly into the sight of all those who are paying attention."
"You're famous again~ Little Snake." She playfully raised the card she borrowed from the teahouse, and looked at it seriously as she looked quite pleased with it.
"It should become even more famous in two days, which is also a good thing for mercenaries."
"In two days..." Omer looked back after hearing this, with a bit of surprise in his eyes.
"Did you guess what was going to happen?"
"Of course, tomorrow's teahouse competition, Bourbon and Tachyon the day after tomorrow," the girl put down the card slightly and cast a malicious look at the young man, "Rookie trainer, now you have to make a name for yourself with the three horse girls~ "
"..." Omer's eyes were slightly raised when he heard about the competition, but after that he turned suspicious. He simply turned around with the flexible seat, "I always feel that there is something in your words."
"Eh? How can you say that? I'm just a harmless high school girl~" She lifted up the long sleeves that covered half of her hands and waved them in front of her in a perfunctory manner. The girl leaned back slightly innocently. Holding the bed board, "Speaking of which, little snake, is there something wrong with your bed?"
"A hard bed is better for your health." Omer could completely guess what she was referring to.
"well."
"What are you sighing for?"
"Obviously this world looks very futuristic and interesting."
"Then what?"
"Little Snake, you are still a native of this world, but you always say things that only the old-fashioned old men from your hometown would say."
"I'm sorry that it's not futuristic or interesting enough - will it satisfy you if I say it in such an Eastern tone?"
"Sixty-five points!"
"Sounds pretty cool."
Omo turned around calmly, but then turned around again two or three seconds later.
"What you just said: It's also a good thing for mercenaries, right?"
"I don't remember. I've been staying up late recently and I'm very forgetful." The girl said, lying down to the side.
"Then go back to your room and sleep." The young man's tone was calm, and he turned back to look at the computer screen again.
"You actually said that to a high school girl lying on your bed."
"The female high school student lying on your bed is an example of danger. I want to record it to the police to prove my innocence." Omo said, and actually took a picture of the camera hanging on the computer.
As a result, the girl's smile became a little forced.
"Ahaha... I'm really speechless for you."
"I always feel like I'm going to be stabbed with a knife when I say this."
"I still need to find a knife that can pierce the body of the little snake. Ah, the Beta Demon Blade is very suitable. Just feel that it will make the little snake transform when it is pierced."
"It's so creepy that I can't tell the truth from the lies. Is my magic blade adjusted?"
"Okay, you can use it at any time! But I still recommend that you use it before the day after tomorrow."
"The day after tomorrow again?"
Omer frowned, thinking that the other party had guessed his plan, but with the emphasis on the two days... besides the base, could there be anything else going on in the past two days?
(End of chapter)
