The logistics department of the Ruhr National Security Council is quite far away from the Heads of State. Not only is its location remote, but the appearance of the building also appears to be somewhat dilapidated.
With a feeling of anxiety and curiosity, Volodya just pushed open the unguarded door and was startled by the sight in front of him.
Oh my gosh! No wonder all members of the organization complain about the logistics services and feel that they are inefficient and procrastinating. This place is simply a nursing home...
Quite different from Yelif's description, Varodya did not see any familiar faces. There were no traces of those former elites of Arrufa. There were just a group of old men and women sitting at desks gesticulating, and the These are just ordinary young people with grandparents shouting around and looking passive and slow at work...
If it weren't for the fact that these old men wore badges exclusive to the Security Committee, no one would associate them with the secret organization.
The most terrible thing is that no matter whether young or old, Volodya can hardly feel the energy fluctuations on each other's body. And even if there is, it is extremely weak... I am afraid that even an intermediate injection master is a rare existence here!
"This is the trump card in the hands of the head of state? Are you kidding?!" The young man was disappointed and couldn't help but sigh.
"Are you here to register? I didn't hear that there are new people coming! You can come and go as you please, we have no shortage of people and no vacancies here!" A man in his thirties spotted Varodya poking his head and asked He walked over with a cold face and planned to blast someone.
"Brother, is this Aluf's logistics department?" Varodya quickly confirmed.
Hearing the other party call out the name of the organization, the man nodded and his expression softened. "Are you here to find someone?" he asked in a lowered voice.
"Is Director Yonezu here? I am..." Before Valoja could finish his words, he was interrupted by the man: "He is resting, please come back in a few days!"
"Come back in a few days? Then it will be too late for anything!" Varoja thought with his head full of black threads, and was about to express his intention when he heard the other party explain impatiently: "We have always been communicating through official documents, and we are not allowed to do anything. Come to your door. In addition, you also need to make an appointment to find someone. Are you new here and don’t understand the rules?! Just leave as soon as I ask you to leave, don’t ask for trouble!"
Hearing the other party's firm tone, Volodya had no choice but to take out the badge given by the head of state from his arms and flash it, "What is this thing? What does it mean?" The man glanced at it and asked with a frown.
"Hey, come with me!" At this time, an old lady put down the documents in her hands and walked over and said to Volodya.
The man seemed a little afraid of the old lady, so when he saw this, he hurried away to do his own thing.
"Young people are so impatient. Can anyone read this brand? It will really cause trouble for me!" The old lady complained dissatisfiedly, stared at Volodya, motioned for him to follow, and then walked towards the back of the office hall. Go.
After a lot of twists and turns, the old lady opened the door of a separate office with the suspicious Varodya, and shouted inside amid the smell of alcohol: "This kid is showing off around with Yelif's token." , how to deal with it?"
"Everything you have seen must be wiped out. You have always been responsible for the aftermath, so why are you asking me again? What a mess!" After a long while, an unclear voice came from the house.
"Erase...? Did you mean to kill the man just now? That's not true!" Varodya was secretly shocked, already knowing that there was something strange in this place. Just as he was about to say something to dissuade him, he was stopped by the old lady's unkind look.
"Aren't you looking for Yonezu? That old drunkard doesn't seem to have died of drinking. Why don't you go quickly?!" The old lady said angrily and turned away.
"It's interesting!" Volodya thought, stepping into the room, and the first thing he saw was a pair of huge overlapping feet. There were no shoes on the feet, and there were three or four holes in the soles of the socks. The sour smell mixed with the smell of alcohol was nauseating.
The owner of Bigfoot is a tall and burly old man. He looks to be in his seventies, with a red face covered by thin blond hair. At this time, the man was putting his legs on the desk, looking at the young man opposite him with drunken eyes. On the ground beside him were a pile of empty wine bottles and several documents marked "Top Secret". document.
For some reason, Volodya could detect an extremely strong dangerous aura from the extremely slovenly old man opposite him, although he couldn't feel any concentration fluctuations. He gently took out his badge and placed it on the corner of the desk. At the same time, he turned his body slightly and waited for the other party to speak.
"You're not a killer, are you?! I think you have some skills here!" After a while, the old man interrupted the silence and asked drunkenly.
"That's one of my jobs, but the reason I came to visit Mr. Yonezu today is to minimize the killing!" Varodya replied respectfully, but still maintained the same posture as before.
"Well..." The old man seemed very satisfied with the young man's neither humble nor arrogant attitude. He nodded, grabbed the wine bottle on the table, took a sip and asked: "What happened to our head of state? Do you know the appearance of this waist card?" Does it mean anything?"
As soon as Mizu finished speaking, he choked on his wine. With a violent cough, the old man's grizzly-like body also bent.
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"Not good!" A warning sign suddenly appeared in Varoja's heart. Before he could think about it carefully, a somersaulted man had already stumbled out of the office.
The dark blue light flashed across the place where the young man had been standing. "Yes, he is alert enough and reacts quickly enough! It seems that the head of state's worries are unnecessary. You should not have known that Victor had any plans to assassinate him beforehand. !”
Varodya felt that his whole body was soaked with cold sweat. The blow just now was like a thunderbolt. He was able to dodge it all by relying on his spiritual sense, but he didn't see clearly how the other party struck.
"It turns out that Yelif still has doubts, but he can actually use this method to test his savior, which shows how ruthless he is!" The young man sighed in his heart, feeling that he had benefited a lot from this lesson.
"Victor has been following the Führer for many years and is very loyal. Moreover, this man is neither a master nor a master of martial arts, but he can act calmly despite having murderous intentions. This is really puzzling! You understand me. Are you interested? Why don't you come in and have a drink with me?!" Seeing that the other party didn't make any move, Mr. Yonezu explained patiently and also extended an invitation.
Varodya calmed down and walked into the house again. What she saw was still a pair of big feet wearing torn socks.
Taking the wine glass thrown by the old man, the young man picked up a new bottle of wine from the ground, opened it and filled it for himself, but only smelled it. "I also feel very strange about this matter. Moreover, the moment Victor activated it, I seemed to see some purple flashing in his eyes..." Varodya said softly.
"Well! It seems that you have also learned some methods of magic. Indeed, if you want to control others to do things for you without leaving any trace, only a master who is good at soul-spelling can do it! So what do you want to do next? What do you need me to cooperate with?" Mijin asked casually with a hint of appreciation in his drunken eyes.
"The head of state ordered me to thoroughly investigate this matter, but I feel that just investigating is not enough. It would be more efficient to arrest all the hidden dangers and related persons directly! However, the people we have to deal with are not easy. In terms of strength, I'm not sure!" Valodya said bluntly.
"Hahahaha!" the old man laughed, and then praised: "No wonder Yelif likes you! You are really a ruthless character!"
"What do you mean when you say you are not sure about your strength? Do you think us old guys can't bear the trouble? Or are you afraid that you will be held back?!" Mizu asked again.
