Keep doing your own thing......

That's a broad working metric.

And there is a sense of perfect engineering that everything has settled and there is no need for any more patches by yourself.

It seems that the real other party hires himself just to prevent himself from helping the other side, just to spend money to buy a position and have fewer enemies.

You really think of me, too!

But I'm a consultant!

Armed advisors!

Your employees and your factories are even being sabotage, and you don't let me play to be worthy of the hiring fee?

Three cards for the deposit, two cards for work, and three cards for the finish, which are written into the employment contract!

A-grade commission! The high grade that can add gold content to the office resume!

Although Ormo doesn't have anything in mind that he is treated so well? You might as well let me eat some, I'm not steady's panic.

But listening to what Commander Black said, he felt that the people in the Chaldea and the Office of the Land of Light were not doing well, and things were not good.

I sent it as soon as I had the information, and it didn't drag on at all, what's going on with your gang?

The Land of Light does have 'Max only three days left, we'll save him in three days!' But the Chaldeans were not so ashamed.

But if that's the case, it's not a big problem.

If you really want to create a new world army, it is not impossible to deal with it, but it is destined to become a long-term problem.

It belongs to the opening of new activities for the offices of the Chaldea and the Land of Light.

You don't just don't care, do you?

Thinking of the possibility that the Office of the Land of Light might count on this side to train troops, Omer didn't know if he was using the heart of a villain to live in the belly of a gentleman.

But the Chaldeans should never expect to be able to farm here.

You might as well force that Moriarty guy to work......

The ability of a crime consultant to handle cases does not lag behind the detective by much.

clicked on the light screen and glanced at the chat box of the Hall of Return, and it was all small talk if I didn't look at it for a while, and Moriarty didn't participate, but it looked like he was really caught.

But it's more like simply not interested in the topic, like yourself peeping at the screen.

If you shout directly......

It's too much of a scrupulous question, whether or not the data will be monitored in this kind of data field - although Ormer has learned a lot of things, this one has always relied on the Digimon around him.

So the time ......

"Who?!"

The Nacker man, who was questioning the other staff in the brightly lit laboratory to make sure that the instrument was working properly, turned around to see the human-like young man standing in the doorway.

"What, it's you, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help you," Omer approached with a smile, "why would you ask me what I'm doing?" I'm curious what you're doing. ”

"It's not going to be raising King Black, is it?"

Although he has a similar name to Commander Black, King Black is a more well-known bodyguard monster than Commander Black.

Its well-known is common, and it is often tied to the Nacker star, just like Jayton and Jaydon, it is the relationship between the cultivator and the cultivator.

"How is that possible!" The Nacker sneered, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly stopped it, looked at Omer again, and waved his hand.

"But that's none of your business, you're just an armed advisor, it's enough to go and see the Legion, what's the technical problem."

"What's the problem? I'm also interested in technical issues. ”

"You? Armed consultants interested in technology? It's funny. ”

"It's not funny, I heard that the director of the defense department of Rhode Island is also a technical talent, and it is not uncommon for this professional knowledge to not match the chosen major~"

"That's a good point, but I don't trust mercenaries, you're still gun... Let's go," as if remembering the previous pair of Kem's swords and the Magma saber from earlier, the Nacker changed his words as he walked to the next device, "Don't let me complain to the Commander." ”

"And that guy at the door is looking for you, right? Take him with him, that guy is tired of the smell of fish! ”

"......" was looking around, especially paying attention to the researchers facing Omer, who was standing, and when he heard this, he looked back and saw the Metrons standing at the door of the laboratory.

Although the appearance of many cosmic people tends to be homogeneous from the perspective of earthlings, just as many people often look blind to foreigners, clothing is obviously an excellent standard for identification.

Not far away, the Metron in a T-shirt and jeans, Omer naturally recognized him, he was the Tver.

He stammered during the report, and was once considered by his companions to be a Metron who had been threatened by Ormer.

"Alright, then let me take my leave."

Stopping at this etiquette, Omer regretted it, and slightly restrained the bracelet that was crumpled in his sleeve.

The red glow on the serpentine stripe and crescent moon dimmed, swaying in his sleeve as he walked toward the Metron.

"Hello, my friend, I thought you were busy debugging the installation in Zone D."

Undoubtedly, Bai German was his mother tongue, which was rarely spoken in the Jiemen district.

In this group of cosmic people who have a previous version of the simultaneous interpreter, it seems extremely natural.

Of course, he also has this kind of thing, but it is better to say that it belongs to the standard configuration of today's era.

Some people choose to interpret simultaneously, while others choose to pour knowledge directly into their heads.

The difference is only in the use of spells and plug files.

"Uh, that... There are several Ultra warriors attacking in Section D...... "But the visibly fearful Metron speaks a non-blunt Extreme Eastern.

"I see, it's true that you can't go, but is that okay? Tver, those guys can be demolished. ”

As he walked, he asked, and led him out of the corridors of the laboratory, stepping into the open but quiet streets.

When it came to such a street where a black luxury car could jump out at any time, but the rain was still pouring down, someone was visibly relaxed.

"Of course it doesn't matter, the work over there has been done, and it has all been entered into the CPU of Faibas!"

The stuttering is gone, the rickets are gone, and even the speech is full of energy, this Metron is no longer as cautious as before, maybe this is the confidence that an aquatic characteristic soaking in the rain gives him.

In contrast, the purity of Omer, who uses a bracelet to turn into a katana and a shield like an umbrella, is much lower.

As for Faibas......

Although he didn't introduce it, Omer remembered that it was a large mechanical device from Ultraman Tiga.

"So where is the Faibas unit set?"

"How do I know? Only the core guys know this, and does it make sense to ask this? Tver turned to look at him.

"Even if you knew, sending it to those Ultra Warriors and Chaldean Warriors would only expose you, and they would not be able to reach the deep area that simulated constancy."

"Ah...... Simulation of constancy is really tricky. ”

"Right? … Wait, what are you doing? Tver stared at his hand that was constantly flicking something in midair.

"It's just a matter of sharing the information in real time, and I'll have to trouble you to help me ask for details later, my friend."

"Ah, I know, it's not for that that I'm pretending to work so hard." Tver was a little self-defeating.

The investigation of the sudden joiner is suspicious, not to mention that he has collaborated with the enemy.

But victims are vulnerable to compassionate care.

Of course, ordinary people may consider wronging themselves and enduring humiliation, but Omer......

He directly chose to wronged others!

"Really? I don't think anyone can see the change in your expression, you just need to play with your voice. ”

"It's still hard! I didn't know how to act at all! So shouldn't you pay upfront? Linton trainers? ”

"Huh?"

Knocking out the confirmation button of the group message, Ommer, who had just turned around, raised his eyes.

"Hey! You don't want to pay off, do you? Said good Sapporo racecourse! Now he even had the courage to tug at the placket of Omer's shirt, and then the latter raised his hand to signal him to let go.

In the face of such anxiety, the demon seemed to be quite patient and generous.

"Of course, the Sapporo Racecourse, the unfinished cosmos prize, and..." Even if it's a photo from afar! ”

"......" Omer, who was tugging at his tie, smiled dumbly, and rarely quickened his pace, and before the tie was adjusted, he lowered his hand and leaned out to the horse racer.

"It's really worth looking forward to, so let's go."

(End of chapter)