Streets of New York, USA.

Rin Izawa, who has dyed her hair silver and wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, is rushing for an interview with the Sindora Group.

- If he fails the interview, he will have to interview the security guard.

[It's so troublesome for a big company.,The identity I chose should be able to mix in.,If I can't mix in as a high-achieving student who graduated from the Department of Computer Science at the University of Tsukuba in Japan.,I really have to dye my hair back to apply for security guards!] ]

Izawa took this interview very seriously.

A few days ago, he edited his fake identity into a resume and sent it to the Sindora Group, so he unexpectedly received an email for the interview.

The interview process of Sindora Group is very different, the chairman of Sindora Group has already delivered an hour-long speech on corporate culture, and the next step is to do a test paper to assess ability.

Izawa easily finished the entire paper, and for him, the difficulty of this paper was not the question but English.

After handing in the test papers, Izawa came to the interview location and waited for the number to be called.

"Saburo Miyamoto!"

It was finally Izawa's turn, and Izawa tidied up the folds on his black suit a little and walked inside.

Izawa: "Hello, I'm Saburo Miyamoto. ”

"Oh, boy, don't be nervous, I've read your resume perfectly, so please tell me, why did you leave your last company?" The red-haired interviewer nudged her gold-rimmed glasses.

- One thing to say, Ize actually didn't leave any 'company', and even the salary of the public security, the red envelopes of the Songgang Group, and the dividends of the Jidao Club will be paid to his card every month, not to mention the winery, which will also send out the car with food and lodging.

Izawa muttered, "Because I want to come to the United States." ”

[This answer should be okay, Americans like people who have the American dream.] ]

"Can you ask if I'm qualified?" Izawa knew that only those who passed the exam would meet this woman.

Interviewer: "Of course, you are qualified, so when will you be able to come to work in the company?" ”

"Tomorrow."

"Welcome, then, I'll be your boss from now on."

This damn interview was surprisingly easy.

·

Izawa drove back to the apartment he had rented with his new identity, and he was ready to start reporting.

First of all, it's a distillery.,Send a text message to Gin that successfully passed the interview test.,Jidao will fool around with the Songgang group and it's over.,The main thing is that the public security is on the side.,I haven't been in contact for a long time.,But looking at the salary that is paid into the bank card on time every month.,There should be no problem.。

- The wages paid by the police were disguised as dividends from restaurants invested by Izawa, so that the winery was not suspicious.

Pulling out an anonymous phone card and stuffing it into his phone, Izawa began to type.

[I haven't seen you for a long time, and now I'm telling you a very exciting thing, I, Natsuki Matsuura, am undercover again, the thorn is not exciting, and I am not happy!

But this time I went to a large group to steal corporate secrets, and as long as I wasn't reported to the FBI, I was completely safe. Did I receive the list I secretly passed a few days ago?,It's all black-clothed organizations.,But I don't know if it's my real name.。

Finally, I'll tell you the good news, Gin said that I have a code name 100% after completing this mission!

From Natsuki Matsuura, who is now called Saburo Miyamoto】

Done, send!

It didn't take long for Izawa's email to be sent out and he received a reply.,It seems that Kazami has been holding his phone.,But at this point? The United States and Japan have a time difference.

Kazami is too miserable, he is still working in the middle of the night, Izawa unhurriedly opened the email, and there are only 3 big characters on the email.

[Received.] 】

Izawa: ?

What's wrong with the wind, how can he be so concise today, he must have been chattering for a long time before.

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On the other side of the globe, Japan.

Hiroya Kazami was also on the phone: "Matsuura sent an email, and he said that he was sent to be an undercover agent. Without waiting for the other side to reply, he added: "The enemy was the FBI when I went undercover. ”

The dark-skinned man on the other end of the phone chuckled, "Anything else?" ”

"Last time the list was for the Black Coat, and he's going to have a code name." Kazami said as he thought back to the email he had just had.

"So, you can raise the secrecy level of Matsuura a few notches higher. Also, if the above requirements are unreasonable, you don't have to tell him in the future. That's it. The person on the other end of the line hung up the phone.

Kazami looked at the phone that was hung up in his hand, sighed, and began to work overtime relentlessly.