The Linton Firm’s public contact information is actually quite extensive.
It goes without saying that you are visiting directly, as long as you indicate that you are here for a commission, the office's always-on anti-harassment system will open the door.
In addition, there are also telephone communications and an email box for the firm's website.
Even deep dive into the fixed room number of the chat room - this is a face-to-face communication in the information field, and the level of formality is even higher than a direct visit, because an appointment is required.
Omer doesn't always hang around in deep dive rooms waiting for someone to come.
But everyone knows the result.
None of the above contact information is used!
Among the commissions recorded by the firm, almost all of them were negotiated by Omer when he went to the other party. This ability can be considered as a peer, and they are all hard workers in sales.
Among the very few commissions from others, the one that moved Homao the most was Miss Adele.
She did send the commission message via email.
But... what was sent was not the office email address, but his personal email address.
Ah this...
Although he understands the other party's consideration in order to let him see the news, it still makes him think, "Is the work discussion channel I put here just a decoration?" ? 'A sense of decadence.
The above is the current status of all commission establishment channels of Linton Firm.
Then, suddenly, someone dived deep into the room and left an application for an appointment.
So, as the director of a firm, should a man be happy? Or ecstasy? Or is it something else besides being moved? ——
——Haha, it’s doubtful.
Doubt is the ladder of human progress and an indispensable virtue for exploring the unknown, but when facing guests, it is an obvious obstacle.
Therefore, it needs to be properly covered, and the deeply immersed online world has exactly such conditions.
In a world where you can fabricate your image arbitrarily within the limits allowed by the law, no one will care about you even if you want to be a Bruton, and no one can act based on your face.
Omer has never changed, and has always been an illusion of the flame demon-like appearance. He also has a face that is too stiff - it is almost difficult to see the change in expression. Even the eyes are light spots wrapped in flames. You can only judge by the tone of voice. mood.
And this can be regarded as a personal choice for the time being. From the appearance design, it can also be seen that it is pinched with care. The texture of the scales is quite delicate, so there is nothing to doubt.
He was quite satisfied with his online image, but he didn't expect that the other party was so...perfunctory?
Black cloak, black hood, black mist directly under his face.
This look... is somewhere between the cool Riddler and the dark miscellaneous fish.
As a free material in the default transmogrification selection page, it is called a mass and perfunctory one, and the label name is simply: anonymous.
Maybe this can be regarded as being anxious... Looking at the hooded man walking between the monster card display cabinet and the monster model display cabinet, who seemed to be very interested in him, Omo could not help but have this idea.
When you look at things with prejudice, prejudice will be reflected in every aspect of things.
This hooded guest undoubtedly stands at the pinnacle of the definition of "suspicious". He looks like he is stepping in for the purpose of robbery, wandering around too many times and staying too long in front of the collections that are only for display.
But this is cyberspace, and although the counter and waiting room of the actual office are reproduced with reference to them, everything there is only on the surface.
Data that can only be interacted with at a basic level makes it meaningless for the other party to grab it openly.
So the director of a certain office maintained enough patience and waited until the other party finally moved to the seat opposite.
And he had prepared two cups of coffee.
Although the deeply immersed food is essentially just a sensory deception, it doesn't matter when it comes to hospitality.
Even because the boilerplate data is easier to adjust, the quality will be better than that made by hand, infinitely approaching the level of a teahouse.
After asking the other party to sit down, he nodded slightly, then picked up the coffee cup and reached into the shadow under the hood, and immediately exclaimed: "It tastes really good."
And this sigh also made the flames in Omo's eyes sway slightly, as if he was very impressed by this evaluation.
I can sigh at the boilerplate data adjustment... The other party seems to be really in a hurry.
It seems that I have never been exposed to this deep immersion series network on weekdays. When creating an account, I chose the most hidden one among the free materials.
Highlight a piece of sloppiness.
"As long as you like it, but since you, the guest, have used such an image, we probably have to omit the step of introducing ourselves."
"Yes, I heard that in the mercenary circle, the identities of the client and the mercenary are not important."
"The mercenaries in the office are still different." The devil shook his head and looked at the hooded man who put down the coffee cup. "We will strictly follow the rules and record the actions of the mercenaries normally, although the client is allowed to remain anonymous. , but it is difficult to follow certain mandates that deviate from the law.”
"Can a mercenary who abides by the law also be called a mercenary?"
"So there are also many independent colleagues who call us co-police, knives in the hands of cops, and hounds from the Security Bureau - but it doesn't matter. You met me in such a formal way. You didn't come to me to discuss employment. Differences in the concept of soldiers.”
"Indeed, there is a commission asking you to help find two people. Can you accept it?"
"I think I have to understand who these two people are and make an assessment of the difficulty."
"Ultraman Zero and Ultraman Geed," the voice under the hood said quickly and steadily, "two guys who are easy to find, right?"
"It sounds true. With the popularity of those two people, it is not difficult to inquire as long as you arrive in the universe of the Kingdom of Light," the devil said delicately, and then sighed, "But our firm does not accept cross-border commissions, at least for now. We have not yet achieved such close cooperation with the two security bureaus,"
"Or..." The frustrated demon raised his head again and looked at him doubtfully, "Do you have evidence that those two arrived here?"
"Does there have to be evidence?"
"It doesn't matter." He leaned down slightly and shook his head at the height of the demon, "But our firm operates on a small scale and took advantage of the support of the student entrepreneurship policy. Therefore, this kind of search mission lacks results. , you have to add an additional labor fee guarantee contract."
"You didn't ask why you were looking for me?" The hooded man raised his head, and the shadow like a sticker under his hat was still there, "Didn't you say that the office must abide by the law?"
"Occasionally, some children will go to the office to chase the image on the screen and use their New Year's money savings over the past few years to find a dream. Aren't the clients such people?" The devil's crossed arms shook slightly. , there was obvious doubt in the eyes that were also raised.
He loosened his hands, straightened up slightly, and twisted the folded wings that made it uncomfortable to lean on the sofa.
"Looking for two Ultra Warriors is against the law - this kind of subconscious logic is very dangerous, guest."
His sharp fingertips rested on the table, and vivid scratches appeared on the wooden surface as it rotated: "I think you should have common sense. Because the mercenaries of the office often cooperate with the police station, they will also help them pay attention to possible Criminals who exist.”
"Of course I'm not looking for those two people to break the law, but don't you mercenaries often use some gray methods to find people? The same goes for mercenaries in the office, right?"
"This is a commercial secret and is not within the scope of chatting."
The devil shook his head regretfully.
"So do you still want to place this commission? If there is evidence, I would be happy to accept it without any guarantee fee."
"After all, people like us who use the power of monsters are also quite concerned about the group of Ultra Warriors——"
boom! !
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the sound of a sinking jar.
What suddenly appeared between the two of them was a dark and tragic gap, like an invisible giant blade several meters long that struck down, easily tearing open the table and the ground, revealing the disordered data below the map.
As if corresponding, there is also a huge crack running across the top.
The turquoise background was filled with chaotic data flow, and a further loud noise was heard the next second, causing the hooded guest opposite to stand up.
The devil was still sitting on his sofa, just looking up at the black and white patterned human figure that suddenly fell out of the crack.
——It fell down as if being kicked by a jet-black high-heeled knight, and the heels of the high-heeled shoes flashed with fire frequently, until it fell to the disorderly data surface together with the trampling opponent.
"Unexpected scenery."
Looking up at the two-gun witch who was still stepping on others, the devil in the southern hemisphere that was facing him, and who had experienced several 'tests' in his daily life, finally did not have to force himself to look away.
"This guy is quite noisy."
He didn't care about his partner's praise, but took two steps first, then suddenly turned around, kicked out the body of Dada, who looked like a computer life form, and hit the opposite body. He even hit the sofa with all his strength, and Bellstarmon, who moved the sofa several meters away, threw the 'lotus root' in his hand into the devil's claws with a flick of his hand.
The free hand she had was used to pick up the giant ax that had just fallen to the side with Dada.
"Is it enough to just collect this?" She asked her partner who was playing with the three-barreled shotgun beside her, carrying the heavy gold and black ax blade with ease.
"That's it. The Galatron MKII's Galatron Ax is an weapon that can withstand the Ultimate Zero Sword and Garnet Explosion without being damaged. It will also be a material reference for upgrading Galatron cards."
He raised his head and looked at the ax held by Belstamon, his eyes especially falling on the dark red core in the center that was obviously the data concentration point.
"I don't understand it at all. In short, your dragon head armor can be upgraded, right?"
"This is considered understood." The demon snapped his fingers with sparks flying, stood up, and exchanged weapons with the opponent, barely grasping the heavy single axe.
Looking at the uninvited guests, all the uninvited guests have long since disappeared, leaving only the messy remnants of the data hall.
"How is the collection of the other party's data path going?"
"Only half, the grabbing efficiency in the middle is too poor," Belstamon sighed, turned his wrist and flicked the weapon, "This form is also very bad at analyzing magic circuits."
"Half is enough."
"You don't want me to regress back and make up for the rest, do you?"
"How is that possible? Just let others analyze it."
