"If you knew that the lamb chops you ate were fresh Inner Mongolian lambs, and the lobster was flown in from Hokkaido, would you still think it was expensive?" Jonathan politely cut the cream chicken on the plate, his movements were elegant but fast, and in the blink of an eye, half a chicken had already entered his stomach. "All the meals in the company are just symbolic of your money, you should learn to be grateful. ”

"But it's but..." Wang Ling still cried with a sad face, "Even the cost price is very expensive, the other dishes on this menu are very expensive when you hear the name, although I have saved some silver for a year of work, but such a way to eat, I'm afraid it won't last long." ”

"Young people, don't always be so impulsive, learn to be calm. "Most of the Haggis, who didn't look very good, have also been wiped out, "As an organization with a long history, we are compassionate and have an absolutely generous salary. ”

"Compassion?" Wang Ling felt even more cold when he heard this word, "You won't tell me to go to fasting, donor, please give me a meal." ”

Jonathan was stunned, although his Chinese speaking was really good, but he couldn't keep up with Wang Ling's big angle turn, and pondered Margaret for a while, "Don't think too much, our monthly salary is very high, a basic salary of 15,000 per month, and there will be commissions if you go out of the task, as well as various benefits." And it can be paid in any currency you want, except Bitcoin. ”

This time it was Wang Ling's turn to be stunned, as if happiness came too suddenly, didn't that mean that his salary had suddenly doubled? He stared at the little lamb chops in front of him, and suddenly it was like clockwork, and his mouth was full of oil. Wang Ling has always claimed to be the reincarnation of Grande, and he never orders more than 20 takeaways, and he can't wait to eat Shandong dumplings. But to be honest, he still earns less and has a big goal, and the first small goal he set for himself is to own an 86 and a Mustang before a total ban on gasoline cars. Hearing his current treatment, he felt as if he was much closer to the small goal, isn't it just to eat, how much can he eat.

The restaurant suddenly quieted down, maybe it had been quiet, and it was just Wang Ling who was talking alone. In the huge dining room, there is basically no movement except for the occasional sound of knives and forks clashing.

"Do they eat like this all the time?" Wang Ling couldn't help it, shouting a piece of lobster butt in his mouth, and asked Jonathan in a low voice.

"Which one?"

"There's no sound at all, are they acting in a mime?" Wang Ling was a little abrupt, I don't know why, he had a feeling of being stared at by a group of people, which made him very uncomfortable.

"No, it's the effect you bring," Jonathan wiped his hands and pointed to Bingning, who had not made a sound, "You're the first person who dares to sit across from the National Goddess." ”

As soon as the words fell, the people around seemed to be a little sluggish, and I saw everyone gobbling up the food in their hands, drinking the wine in the cup, and within two minutes, there were only three people left in the restaurant looking at each other. To be exact, it was Wang Ling who looked confused.

Bing Ning also solved the battle, and the slender jade hand shook the whiskey in the glass, and she didn't know why she, an iceberg beauty, would choose such a hot wine, did she want yin and yang to complement each other, Wang Ling thought a little evilly.

"You might be in trouble," Jonathan smirked, "Bing Ning is the dream girl of many people, but almost everyone is too timid to make a move. But as a newcomer, you dare to sit and eat with her, you are very bold. Tut-tut-tut, you see there is a candlestick between the two of you, candlelight lunch, it's just ~~" Before he could say wow, Jonathan was stunned by Bingning's murderous gaze, so he had to laugh dryly.

Wang Ling was a little speechless, everyone here seemed to be a little out of line, not to mention the unwarranted disaster of becoming the target of the public, that is, Jonathan, as a director, was like a mouse meeting a cat in front of Bingning, who is the leader.

"Are you done eating? Your afternoon schedule is still tight, and I don't have time to make any study plans for you. Although you are called an intern, it seems to me that you only have half a month to accept your new job, and if you can't do it, you will be a waste, and the waste is not qualified for me to bring it personally. ”

Wang Ling stuck out his tongue and didn't say anything. He already knew that Bingning was actually quite hot on the outside, and he was essentially a victim, so he was not so resistant to this girl who refused to be thousands of miles away.

"The afternoon starts with an understanding of the company's structure, which is very simple and can be done now, and then I will take you to meet your new colleagues. Bingning waited for Wang Ling to swallow the last bite of mutton and asked the waiter to take away the tableware and order three more glasses of sparkling wine.

Although the Soul Hunting Labor Dispatch Company is essentially a bullish organization that wants to kill "gods", it is indeed a serious company, and there is a real labor company in the building on the surface, accepting various security commissions. From the simple provision of bodyguards to the security of various events and meetings. The underground is where you do your job, and security is a perfect camouflage to "pass" through some special tasks without revealing yourself.

Although each department sounds no different from an ordinary company, it is actually somewhat similar to the various branches of the army, with a division of labor and cooperation. The people in the Ministry of Information are police dogs with a keen sense of smell, and they obtain possible information from various sources, and for modern people, everyone is almost completely free of secrets. The Internet is like a shadowless lamp on the operating table, illuminating people brightly and without privacy. Every one of your moments, Weibo, what you say with any communication device or app, any item you purchase, your search record and even your every positioning, are completely exposing yourself to the world.

And Soul Hunter, as a company with absolutely top-notch technology that can make science fiction products like virtual mirrors, has mastered all the ways that people have seen and have not seen to monitor, and excavate any existence that may be a geismus.

Of course, the geist side is not vegetarian, they are not violent and brainless animals, on the contrary, they are not lacking in members with extraordinary intelligence. The Internet can expose itself, and it can also be the best cover. Although the Ministry of Information is sensitive, many of the messages it gets are smoke bombs deliberately released by the geists to confuse them.

Therefore, there is also the Investigation Department, and when some information is found that cannot be determined to be true, the Investigation Department will be dispatched. Each of them is the best agent, disguised as a variety of characters, quietly approaching the target with doubtful identity, and providing timely information accuracy verification results, of course, if the target is some simple small role, as a sharp soldier, the capable people of the Reconnaissance Department will sometimes directly solve the target.

For some hard bones, it is necessary for the fighters of the field support department to be dispatched. Each of the warriors is like a "Xavier Genius Youth School", with the best and most destructive soul oracles, and destroys their opponents with the most vigorous and resolute means.

None of the targets are good at stubble, and even as people who choose to escape into the darkness, the geists tend to have more powerful soul oracles. Their genes have been modified to be more aggressive and more likely to unleash the abilities given to them by the germs. Every mission of the Field Support Department is accompanied by bloody storms, and there are always powerful fighters who fall in pools of blood. In the history of fighting against the spirits, the soul hunters have paid countless painful prices, so the chairman set up the technology department, they study the bloodline, research cutting-edge technology, provide the most efficient technology for the information department, provide the most reliable equipment for the investigation department, and provide the most powerful weapons for the field support department.

And in the end, in order not to cause social panic, someone always has to come out and wash briquettes. Every now and then something strange happens in the world, and soon experts come out to offer "professional" explanations and tell the public to "get closer to science". Some Weibo posts with discordant content quietly disappeared, and then some small things in the entertainment industry that did not even have comments firmly occupied the top of the hot search. The public relations department is an amazing department, it is said that one third of this department is a media, another third is a psychology, and the last third graduated from a psychiatric hospital.

"So, am I in the information department or the public relations department?" Wang Ling was very excited, in his opinion, washing briquettes with his eloquence would definitely become a professional.

"Unfortunately, you're from the Field Support Department. Bingning smiled rarely, but it looked like she was gloating.

Wang Ling's face turned green, "Make no mistake, judging from what you just described, the bigwigs of the Field Support Department are either X-Men with special abilities or superheroes of the Women's League, and at the most they are also at the level of watchmen." Although I said that there was a lump on my arm, didn't you send me to death when I went out to the field? Phew, isn't this dragging the heroes of the field service department back to save the world?"

"It's useless for you to sell miserably with us, it doesn't matter what the two of us say, in the words of the chairman, Wang Ling is probably the one who can become the supreme mage." Jonathan suddenly said with a serious face, his straight face clearly saying that I was relaying someone else's words to you.

"That, that..." Wang Ling just felt that the world that was becoming better had collapsed again because of the doubling of his salary, "But Miss Bingning, didn't you say that you are the manager of the personnel department, and no one dares to stop me from firing me?"

"I lied to you. ”

“%$&#$%#$%@^**%……”

Half an hour later, Wang Ling, who was hooking his shoulders and hunching his back and pulling the soles of his shoes, followed a lewd uncle and an iceberg into the elevator with a depressed face, and went down to the deeper part of the base.

Bing Ning said that it would not be too late to get to know each other when he carried out the mission in the future, so he directly skipped the Information Department and the Investigation Department, and took Wang Ling through three doors as thick as a silver vault, and came to the corridor that seemed to be made of glass.

Looking at the red lasers in front of him, it looked like Hunter had run into the CIA headquarters to steal information.

"When did this group of perverts in the technical department install this?" Jonathan was a little sluggish, and Bingning frowned.

"What do you mean?" Wang Ling was shocked, feeling that things were not so simple. He leaned next to the two of them and stared at the red laser net, "Isn't this in the underground base? Why are you still taking such strict precautions?"

Finally, Jonathan was a little out of breath, and he stretched out his hand to block a laser beam under Wang Ling's frightened gaze.

A few seconds passed, and it was as if nothing had happened. There were no sudden falling floors, no Gatlings popping out of the ceiling, no arrows flying out of the walls.

"Maybe it's not ready. As soon as the words fell, Wang Ling felt a sharp pain in his buttocks, and his body suddenly flew up. ", what kind of move is this?" Before he could finish the last word, there was another strange force on his collar, and a cold hand grabbed Wang Ling, who flew into the air, and ripped it off for him.

What kind of operation is this? These two times, Wang Ling almost spit out the crayfish he had just eaten. That cold hand is clearly Bingning's, is she going to beat herself up in this place where there is no one else? Then there is no need to make a surprise attack.

At this moment, Wang Ling smelled a burning smell, which seemed to be coming from his head? Wang Ling in mid-air looked over his head and almost peed his pants in fright. I saw a white laser with the thickness of my wrist slashing against my head, and the corner of my flowing bangs was cleanly vaporized after touching the laser.

It turns out that this iceberg is not trying to beat me, but to save me. Wang Ling fell on all fours, and he twitched in pain. The people in this technical department are going to rebel, why did they move the laser channel in the hive?

Fortunately, he was following a martial arts master, otherwise the cliff was cut in half just now. Wang Linggang wanted to thank him, but he thought of a picture. If I'm not mistaken, the laser channel in "Resident Evil" seems to have the form of "net".

As if confirming his words, with a buzzing sound, dozens of lasers appeared at the other end of the corridor at the same time, spinning to form a large net, quickly pressing towards the three of them.