Enforcer's Handbook

Lu Xiang felt that observing Song Lan was really interesting, and she even wanted to write a "Slowbird Observation Diary" to record Song Lan's life.

As a person with a very regular schedule, a night without sleep would be very harmful to Song Lan. Therefore, a quarter of an hour ago, he said in a stiff tone that he was going to sleep, and lay down directly on the bed, laying down his body. Buried into a pure white quilt.

And as of now...

"You've turned over 121 times."

Lu Xiang sat by the bed and couldn't help but tell the interesting things she observed.

During this quarter of an hour, the other party lamented again and again, tossing and turning on the bed, and from time to time he twisted into quite weird shapes.

It is rare to see a sulky Song Lan, because he always pays attention to maintaining a happy mood. He usually does not stay overnight with those who make him unhappy. What he advocates is not to hold grudges overnight.

"oops!"

"This is the 53rd time you sigh."

The corners of Lu Xiang's mouth rose slightly. She tried her best to stay serious and not be amused by Song Lan's appearance - she was very good at controlling her emotions, until she met Song Lan, she found that she was made to laugh by him several times. They spoke out, and some of them were in serious public places.

"Think on the bright side, this is what people often call promotion and salary increase."

From a small section chief of the most basic department in a border city, overnight he became the executive officer of the top secret service agency directly under the chairman of the review committee. Even she didn't know how many levels she had jumped through.

To use a common saying before the Third War, this is a happy event when smoke rises from ancestral graves.

I am afraid that only Song Lan will complain about the promotion.

"The highest executive body of MI7 is only at the discretion of the chairman of the review committee. This is a proper and powerful body that must do practical things!"

Half of Song Lan's head was exposed from the bed, and her eyes were full of resentment.

When facing Jasmine and the Scarlet Knights, he just made a joke to hide his true identity, but when he lay on the bed and thought about it carefully, he came to his senses, "Working in this kind of department will lead to death from overwork." of!"

Staying up late and working overtime is the norm, and I probably have to travel for three-quarters of the 365 days a year.

The people I deal with every day are the most vicious criminals in the world, and most of the problems I have to solve are major issues that affect the internal security of the coalition government. When I am at my busiest, I am afraid it will become a 007-level job.

This is not Song Lan's ideal promotion and salary increase.

Whoever you want to be a bad person has to be Rob Lucci!

Song Lan regretted it so much, and he felt that Yelu had to bear 50% of the responsibility for this matter. If she hadn't turned into a vulture and stood on his shoulder talking non-stop every day, he would not have thought of this name for a while.

What's even more sad and infuriating is that Ye Lu doesn't have the concept of 996 or 007 in her little mind. As a girl who came to a big city from the "countryside", her thinking mode is extremely simple - as long as she has something to eat, she Just happy.

"Aren't you sleepy? Go to sleep first. Only after you have had enough sleep will you have the energy to think about your future plans."

Lu Xiang's eyes narrowed. Although she understood that it was wrong to base her happiness on Song Lan's pain, Song Lan's current appearance was really interesting.

"Come, let me coax you."

She lowered her voice and said softly.

She moved closer, lifted Song Lan's head, and placed it on her knees.

With the soft sound of "dang", Song Lan's eyes opened even wider, and the remaining sleepiness seemed to disappear as the back of his head hit the knight's armor.

Song Lan does not reject knee pillows.

But he must emphasize that when providing knee pillow services, please do not wear exoskeleton armor.

"Lao Lu."

He caught the smile on Lu Xiang's face before he could hide it, and asked, "Did you do it accidentally or on purpose?"

Lu Xiang didn't answer. She covered her eyes in a disguised manner. She had focused all her attention on Song Lan just now, so much so that she forgot for a moment that she was still wearing the exoskeleton armor provided by the consortium.

The scene that happened in the ward fell exactly in the eyes of Jasmine and Yueji.

After Yueji woke up, Jasmine told her about the current situation of the consortium and told her that MI7 should be a good place to go as long as she was willing.

As an agent of CP0, the highest operational department, Mr. Rob Lucci should be able to give his sister enough care.

In order to convince Yue Ji, Jasmine consciously described CP0 as a positive, loving and united department, at least much better than the consortium's attitude towards them. To prove this, she sent δ out to look out, hoping to let her sister see this department. bright side.

"...this move."

After a long silence, Jasmine said, "This move is called knee pillow. It is very popular among young people and is a way to express friendship."

"I know about knee pillows."

Yueji glanced sideways at Jasmine. Although she worked in the consortium, her information was not so far behind that she knew nothing about the outside world. What's more, it was very common among the nobles to rest their knees on their knees. Some family members liked to rest their heads on the maid's. On the legs, let the maids help them relieve stress through ear massage.

But Yue Ji has never seen a maid wearing an exoskeleton armor and putting other people's heads on her hard leg armor. "Why do I think she is deliberately bullying people?"

After all, after she woke up, she heard the head maid mention that Mr. Lucci's companion seemed to be a cold-blooded and cruel person.

"No."

Jasmine took a deep breath, "Their relationship is very good."

She felt that her situation was a bit delicate, and now she seemed to have become the δ she had been not long ago - when Mr. Lucci was pinned against the wall by his companions and unable to move, she should have regarded it as workplace bullying. , but δ firmly told her that the behavior between the two was called "bidong", and it was something only people with a close relationship would do.

In order to avoid further misunderstanding, Jasmine knocked on the door of the ward.

"Please come in."

Soon, a response came from the ward.

When he entered, Song Lan had already sat up straight. He looked listless and his body was hollowed out. He was completely different from the image of yesterday when he leveled the castle with one kick.

"anything?"

"That's right. We would like to ask you what personal materials you need to prepare to join MI7?"

Jasmine led the reluctant Yueji into the ward.

Neither she nor her sister had ever applied for a job. After being taken back from the research institution, jobs were provided directly by the foundation or the rescue department. She had only vaguely heard that the steps for finding a job recently were extremely complicated. Not only did they need to prepare A good resume needs to pass layers of screening and assessment before you can finally enter the interview stage.

Rising unemployment has become a major trend across the coalition government.

"No need, MI7 knows you very well."

Song Lan said.

For him, the only advantage of becoming the executive officer of the top operations department of MI7 is that he can skip those tedious methods and add Yueji and Jasmine's names to the list of department members.

"I'd better ask."

Yueji sighed. Her sister obviously knew little about the current job search. The so-called job search was also a two-way selection process.

"Excuse me, where is the department's usual working location? What are the working hours and hours every day, and what is the monthly salary?"

Now that you have decided to leave the consortium, you must clearly ask these detailed questions.

"The location is random and the working hours are subject to availability."

"Where's the monthly salary?"

Yue Ji is not easy to fool. As the chief knight of the consortium, she occasionally needs to be involved in family recruitment matters. In her opinion, Song Lan's two answers just now are no different from not saying anything.

When recruiting for each position, the consortium will write down these details and then sign them in the labor contract.

"...The monthly salary is negotiable."

After Yue Ji asked, Song Lan suddenly realized that Ivan had not mentioned these contents at all in the message, and only reminded them that the chairman of the committee hoped that they could go to the first district to participate in the upcoming six-star rescuers meeting.

"I see."

Yue Ji nodded solemnly, "That is to say, the working location of this job is unknown, the working hours are uncertain, and there are no strict regulations on salary."

This time, even the newbie Bai Moli frowned and heard what the problem was.

She couldn't help but help, "Is your job regular?"

Even for jobs in the rescue department, there are clear salary standards, and additional remuneration for missions will be calculated based on the situation.

"The nature of this job is special, and everyone's work situation will be different. When you arrive in the first area, a dedicated person from MI7 will meet you and discuss the matter with you in detail. You can handle the issue of salary. rest assured."

Jing Yueji's question strengthened Song Lan's determination to go to the first area.

That's right, he was so busy sighing just now that he didn't even have time to ask about the specific details of the work. He was not the kind of fool who would work for others in vain.

"You can rest assured that the department will never treat you badly."

"Why do I feel..."

Yue Ji narrowed her eyes and seemed to be sorting out her words, "Are you trying to make a big deal out of us?"

In the past, the consortium dealt with those corporate dogs all the time, and they were very clear about the methods of company management.

"I know you may not trust us, and I won't force you. You can make a decision after you get to the first area."

Song Lan understood Yue Ji's mood at this moment very well.

By the time we get to District 1, if MI7 ignores these issues, he will be the first to defect from the department without waiting for Yue Ji to speak.

"I understand, let's make this decision for now."

Yue Ji winked at Jasmine.

This questioning made her realize a more serious problem.

She has taught Jasmine too little over the years. If Jasmine is allowed to go out to find a job on her own, she will definitely become the kind of little fool who counts money for others after being sold!

It seemed that before heading to the first area, she needed to teach Jasmine a good lesson.

Thanks to me, Hao Shuai, for the 1,500 starting coins!

One hundred and fourteen of the small theaters:

Wednesday afternoon on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year.

Hearing the thundering roar outside, Facehugger hid in the ventilation duct of the starship and shivered.

This is definitely not its intention!

And it must clarify that all this is the instruction of the Queen of the Swarm. The Queen even strictly stipulates the time and place to it, as if to ensure that Song Lan becomes a victim.

Queen save me!

Lu Xiang felt the look of help coming from the ventilation duct above his head and chuckled.

Then, he dragged Song Lan, who had taken a sip of salty coffee, into the cubicle, closed the door of the cubicle, and locked it.

"Isn't it salty?"

She knew Song Lan's habits. Every time Song Lan drank coffee, he would put a few packets of sugar in it. He had to let the sweetness wash away the bitter taste before drinking. He always said that he was a person who couldn't tolerate bitterness.

"Of course!"

Song Lan became furious when he mentioned this matter. He had no idea how the facehugger came up with such an evil prank.

"Don't be angry, I'll help you."

"Um?"

"Look at this."

Lu Xiang took out the prepared orange-flavored gummies from his pocket, which was Song Lan's favorite flavor.

"Lao Lu, you are a big help..."

Song Lan's voice stopped suddenly because he watched Lu Xiang peel off the candy wrapper and put the candy in his mouth in front of him. Before he could judge the situation clearly, Lu Xiang stood up on tiptoes. Her arms were draped over his shoulders and around his neck.

The unique sweet aroma of orange candy was put into his mouth, and under the stirring of a soft object, all the salty taste disappeared.