As the saying goes, like gathers people into groups, and according to my experience in the student union, in order for an individual to integrate into a group, he must first understand the characteristics of the group and show himself in it. Just as a member of the basketball team must be able to play basketball, the members of the student council must be good at student mobilization, and the class leader must have organizational skills. Otherwise, they are quickly marginalized and ostracized.

The organization I am in today is a violent institution, and no matter what its ultimate purpose is, it cannot hide its essence. The people here are agents, soldiers, and killers, and no matter what they are, they are not children's games. Our work involves taking the lives of others, and this work will take our lives at any time.

In my mind, there is one rule that is similar for all these violent institutions. Because the intelligence of an individual cannot be determined in a short period of time, but the combat effectiveness can come in handy at the first time. Therefore, the most direct test is that the powerful will be given priority in gaining status, and it is also a custom that has developed over the years.

This offensive node was Tomie's first mission since joining the Security Bureau. We are not commanders, and to integrate into this temporary group, we must demonstrate extraordinary combat capabilities. This is not only a compromise, but also a warning.

Warn those who have ill intentions, we are not soft persimmons, we can pinch as much as we want.

The Russian's body slammed to the ground, holding the leg that had been kicked off by Tomie and snorting, as if swallowing all the pain back into his stomach. He may not be without the ability to continue fighting, and maybe it was only a moment of carelessness that was quickly resolved, but as Tomie said, the game is over. The crowd of onlookers heckled again, whistling, and teasing the Russians who tried to be in the limelight but did not succeed.

"Soft, was it so easy to deal with?"

"Get up, don't embarrass the man."

"It's just one broken leg, and you still have two."

", don't stand there and say cool things, treat me quickly, I'm going to die of pain." The Russians yelled at the gloating guys.

This is not a life-and-death battle, even if neither side is doing their best, and an experienced Demon Emringeer is kicked and broken by a newcomer, it can already prove that many things are true.

Tomie crouched down in front of the Russians.

"How does it feel?"

"Not bad." The Russian's clenched teeth, the pain distorted his smile a little, but there was no loss, anger or shame to be found in him, "You can push harder." ”

Squatting in front of him to admire his embarrassment with relish, Tomie then stretched out his hand to him as a sign of reconciliation.

"You should be thankful that I didn't kick your balls."

The Russian let out a hey laugh and slapped Tomie's palm.

"Is there a team? Don't tell me it's Billy, that guy is a lone ranger. My team welcomes people like you. ”

"My boyfriend is already a third-level Demon Emilisary, maybe he will set up a team." Tomie said.

"I think experienced men are better." The Russian's tone was still ambiguous, as if it had become his habit of speaking, "You are always welcome on my side, remember my name - Ballerina." ”

"Ballerina?" A strange look appeared on Tomie's face, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing, "It's very compatible with you." ”

"Everybody says that." Ballerina was not ashamed at all, but enjoyed himself, and then yelled at the lively guys: "Hey, don't grind, my leg is broken!" Somebody help me with the treatment. Dorothy? ”

There was a woman upstairs who answered, and it seemed to be "Dorothy".

"I, I don't want to go down...... Are you coming up? "The voice is a little timid, and it feels like a little girl with autistic tendencies.

I'm a little curious, although the voice is not always representative of character, but this is the first time I have heard this kind of voice on the battlefield on the front line. I've always thought that these NSA fighters are like AI and Billy, with powerful voices, strong will, and a decisive spirit, and the Security Agency has the ambition to train its members to be the type of people who can talk and fight. However, it seems that this is not the case now, and compared with the well-trained Fangou troops, the security bureau has a looser control over the personality of its members, and it is not so much a military operations department as an espionage operations department.

"Do you hear that? Ballerina, this is the punishment for failure, hurry up and climb up. Someone shouted.

"You shit!" Ballerina scolded fiercely, "Get me down!" Dorothy. ”

"I, I don't want it...... I can't go down. Don't scare me, Stinky Bear. ”

Hearing her say this, the people around her burst into laughter again.

Swift sweep.

I returned to Tomoe's side and looked up to find Dorothy's location, but the noise around me stopped as if I had been choked by the throat. The silent depression lasted less than three seconds, and a chaotic commotion immediately spread like water waves.

"It's ...... Superpowers? ”

"Level 3 Demon Emissary?"

"C-class?"

"That's a boy, isn't it?"

"I think so."

They talked to each other, and then someone asked me, "Hey, boy, how old are you?" ”

"Seventeen."

The argument was amplified again.

"You're a couple with that lady, aren't you? What's your name? ”

"Yes, I'm a crow." I picked up the ballet bear and responded to his thanks while explaining to the others, "My girlfriend, you can call her BT." ”

"You're newcomers, don't you have a team yet?"

"Yes."

This is the end of my inquiry, and they seem to have come to some conclusions.

I looked upstairs and asked, "Who is Dorothy?" A girl only ten years old beckoned, holding a bear puppet in her hand. I was really taken aback at this time, I didn't expect it to be a little girl.

I took Tomie's hand and let Ballerina hold my shoulder, he was tall and strong, and my head was just reaching his shoulder.

Using his superpowers to sweep again, he came behind Dorothy in the blink of an eye. I called her name, and the people in the hallway on this floor turned their heads in unison with unnatural expressions on their faces. Unlike them, who seemed a little confused, Dorothy turned her head almost the same time I got behind her.

She seemed to be able to see...... No, maybe it sensed my movement.

Here, she's the only one who hasn't been surprised by my speed-skimming superpowers. Quite different from the impression I had from her voice, her movements did give people a sense of cringe, but her eyes were very bright, looking directly at me, serious, serious and determined, this look was very vivid in my memory, because there were many such students in the student council of the school - independent, serious, capable, responsible, precocious, they were not adults, but they were not children, in between, as if suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, always trying to compress their childhood as much as possible, They are unable to enjoy and forgive childish childishness.

Yes, unlike people like me, who joined the student council just for convenience and exercised their rights in a coping manner, this kind of person may be closer to the term "honor student" than me.