Angel of Energy: [@林顿@林顿, I have two packages from you!!] Do you want to come to the company directly to pick it up? 】

Ke Song: [Why does this scene look so strange? 】

Texas: [It's not like we haven't received a package ourselves, have we? 】

Ke Song: [Texas, you don't know very much! That means you feel that way, too! 】

Mostima: [It doesn't really matter, it's mainly for the boss to see......]

Angel of Ability: [I discussed it with Is, and if you invite me to have a meal with him, I can help you cover these records, @林顿]

Linton: [No problem, I'll give you another salary, send it to me]

Angel of Noh: ?! Texas, Mostima, did you see that? 】

Ke Song: [What about me? 】

Sora: [And me?] 】

Angel of Energy: [No, you two don't necessarily understand, especially Sora, haven't you always been in the City of Heavenly Gate?] You're not familiar with Boss Linton, right? 】

[So you definitely can't intuitively feel this... This...... Such a mutant picture! 】

[Yes, that's right, it's a mutation!] It's a new word I've learned here! It was taught to me by a couple of veteran employees! 】

Sora: [Huh? Do we have old employees? 】

Texas: [There are a few new employees in their fifties at the headquarters, who are considered to be old in terms of race, but they seem to be thinking about the cultivation of immortality]

Sora: [Huh? Why did you apply for a job in such a situation? 】

Mostima: [Hmm... The other party claimed to be the old two-dimensional, and mentioned that he would eventually jump to Rhode Island]

Sora: [uh... Traverser? 】

Texas: [Yes, Traverser]

Sora: [Okay then]

Angel: [Off topic, off topic!] Isn't it bizarre to follow the empty science why the Linton boss treats and pays more! 】

Linton: [@能天使]

Angel of Energy: [Hey! 】

- Angel Noh retracted a message -

[I'm sorry to make a mistake, but I definitely didn't say anything bad about Boss Linton!] 】

Linton: [The switch between Far East and East Yan needs to be more flexible, and also, I'm here to make sure that you can't take this job, but if it doesn't work, I'll still mention it myself]

Angel of Energy: [Pick up!!] I've been bored lately, Boss Linton, do you have any interesting work? 】

Linton: [Boring? I think trouble is everywhere, and you may lack some access points.]

Mostima: [For example?] 】

Linton: [For example, all kinds of online news, which has always been the long-term focus of the detective's line]

Ke Song: [Everyone understands this method, but we are not detectives, and there is no need to get involved in simple trouble, and we don't have the money to get it]

Linton: [Hard to say]

Ke Song: [Is there a way to get money? 】

Linton: [I mean, 'It's hard to say that there's no need to get involved in simple trouble.']

[Doesn't the angel not care if he doesn't have money? 】

Croissant: [uh... That's true, but if you want her to think about the news and find something to do, she doesn't have the patience, does she? 】

Angel of Energy: [?] Do you diss mine so face-to-face! Why do you describe me as if I was wronged? 】

Linton: [You have to ask Ke Song, since you are sure to agree to it, I will dive first, and then talk to me privately about anything, and remember that the key file of the courier is also prepared in the company, I don't have a relevant seal here]

Angel of Energy: [That won't happen again...... How long have you been peeping at the screen? 】

Linton: [Is it possible that I can flip through the message history?] 】

——

The confidence that there will be a courier in the evening is naturally derived from actual contact.

As a temporary worker at Penguin Logistics, a certain demon has not been working for more than half a month.

However, the express delivery still made Penguin Logistics responsible, proving that it still remembers its own family, and provided a small contribution to the company's performance.

Ashamed, though ashamed only a little bit (more than a thumb).

With this shame, Omer didn't even mention the alien invaders to the Penguin Logistics people.

Lest the already chaotic invader base be added to Penguin Logistics and even Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals.

In times of peace, there are always many enthusiastic groups.

There are more good deeds.

Rhode Island is undoubtedly an enthusiastic group, both in terms of its reputation in the field of charitable donations and the number of times its employees have been recognized for their courageous actions, which is a testament to the company's stance on external image-building.

But they haven't moved yet.

Many organizations like theirs haven't moved yet.

Zealism alone is not a reason to act.

The fierce confrontation that takes place in the online world is like a war on the interstellar border, which makes people more or less lacking in reality.

Although in the long run, this can be said to be the fuse of the interstellar war, and even the war between the two realms.

Stopping it would also be a world-saver, no exaggeration.

But in this world, 'save the world' is a cheap word.

The digital world can have several crises that threaten the world.

The Glizza of the Monster Exhibit could also be reported if left unattended.

The world that is not so fragile has always been called a need to be saved, and now it is ......

This extremely dangerous case has not yet been skimmed, this war that takes place above the tertiary network and under the dark web.

Its destruction, its aftermath, could not even disrupt the surface web where social media, search engines, public websites and the like reside.

It's not eye-catching at all.

Unless the members of the organization or the company are directly involved, there is no reason for these organizations to make a big move.

That's good for now......

Miss Shi Huaiya was naturally an insider of the case, and Rhode Island's giant corporation that divided various functional departments did not have an intelligence department.

Omer gave a hint, but did not directly give the Angel a chance to get involved, which was his position.

He is conscious enough about this.

Originally, he was just an insignificant independent mercenary, so he would not fall into the eyes of those big enterprises.

He didn't care about that himself.

But the meeting with Lipia made him react - even if it was inconspicuous before, after being summoned by Commander Black himself......

"Akane, how many organizations do you think will be staring at me now?"

Ome, who sat at the table, fiddled with the grip of his coffee cup, his eyes lowered as he watched the 'swaying camping' of the computer screen.

It was the re-convergence of Chiaki represented with Sunday tranquility.

- Even though he was still in the dangerous base city, he decided to take a break.

It's better to say it's long overdue to rest.

Under the premise that the perception of time on both sides was inconsistent, Ormer could only understand from the report of the Belstamon that it had been more than a few days and nights.

The Chaldean servants are still able to work in shifts, and the Ultra warriors of the Land of Light are the ultimate ironmen.

And a certain pitch-black Sunday who attacks directly in a soul posture can still call himself an iron man.

The Qianming representatives who set foot on the road of source energy sublimation early can also be no less impressive.

But there is mental exhaustion after all, and everyone has a time to drink water and eat.

And the adjustment of the state of the café also needs to be quiet and quiet on Sunday.

And among them, it is worth mentioning ......

A Digimon that isn't usually counted as a resident of the office is a Hakucha party that can surprise Speedo.

For this reason, Ormer specially greeted Speedson and Bourbon after dinner.

Prepare tea, biscuits and puddings.

Omer does not treat his own people badly.

Belstamon, who had been a photographer for days, needed to be treated.

It's just the right time now.

The screen reflects the recording, and the photographer has just reached out from the screen to carry away the teacups and desserts on the table.

Sadako, who looks like a hairy thing, but the people in the house don't care about it.

The demon man calmly dealt with it, and JK remained unmoved.

"How would I know?"

Pink JK, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, was still looking at the cards scattered on the tray, pinching the one with Q in his hand.

"Anyway, when you meet with that commander, you will fall directly into the field of view of all those who follow."

"I'm famous again~ Little Snake." She playfully held up the card she had borrowed from the café, and her earnest gaze seemed to be quite pleasing as well.

"It should be more famous in two days, and it's a good thing for mercenaries."

"In two days...", Omer looked back at what he said, and there was a bit of surprise in his eyes.

"Guess what's going to happen?"

"Of course, tomorrow's café competition, the day after tomorrow Bourbon and Suzi," the girl put down the card slightly, casting a malicious look at the young man, "Rookie trainer, now I want to make a name for myself with the three horse girls~"

"......" Ommer, who had become suspicious when he heard the game, simply turned around with the flexible chair, "I always feel that you have something to say." ”

"Huh? How can you say that? I'm just a harmless female high school student~" Lifting the long sleeve that covered half of the palm of her hand and dangling it in front of her in a perfunctory manner, the girl leaned back slightly innocently, supporting the bed board, "Anyway, little snake, is there something wrong with your bed?" ”

"A hard bed is better for the body." Omer could have guessed exactly what she was referring to.

"Ugh."

"Sigh what?"

"The world looks futuristic and interesting."

"And then?"

"Little snake, you are still a native of this world, but you can always say the kind of old-fashioned old man in your hometown."

"I'm sorry that the future isn't interesting enough - will I be able to satisfy you if I say it in such an extreme tone?"

"Sixty-five points!"

"Sounds pretty low-headed."

Omer turned around without being salty, but turned back again after two or three seconds.

"What you just said: it's a good thing for mercenaries, right?"

"I don't remember, I've been staying up a lot lately and I'm very forgetful." The girl said, lying upside down.

"Then go back to your own room and sleep." The young man's tone was as calm as water, and he turned to look at the computer screen again.

"To say such a thing to a high school girl lying on your bed."

"The high school girl who will lie in your bed is a dangerous instantiation, and I want to make a video to prove my innocence to the police first." Omer said, and really patted the camera hanging on the computer.

As a result, the girl's smile became a little forced.

"Ahaha... I'm speechless for you. ”

"It always sounds like I'm going to be stabbed with a knife."

"I still have to find a knife that can stab the little snake's body, ah, the Beta Demon Blade is very suitable, but I feel that if I stab it, it will transform the little snake."

"It's so creepy that I can't hear the real or false words, has my magic blade been adjusted?"

"Okay, ready to go! However, I still recommend that you use it before the day after tomorrow. ”

"The day after tomorrow again?"

Omer frowned, thinking that the other party had guessed his plan, but this emphasis on the two days... Can there be anything else going on in the past two days other than the base?

(End of chapter)