"Director Tver, long time no see, who is this?"

"You've probably heard of it, it's the operational adviser who Commander Black personally invited to join."

"Omer. Linton, that's my name. ”

"Oh... Oh! ”

The unnatural distance of defense, the hands that had nowhere to place, and the slight fear in those eyes......

The manager of the Peteron store, who showed his true face, noticed some strangeness in the Matron with his big pink eyes, which were not much more agile than the leather case.

At this point, I also remembered some memories from the staff gossip exchanges, and when I looked at the young man again, I subconsciously took a half step back.

He immediately saluted with great dignity: "It turned out to be Lord Linton, may I ask if you are here?" ”

"Just a cup of coffee, well, a mocha is fine," the young man said, glancing at the picture in front of the counter in the distance, "By the way, another Godra dessert, by the way, is it paid for in federal coins?" ”

"Ah, of course! So you, Director of Tver? ”

"Coke! Just have a Coke! ”

"Just a Coke? Director Tver, you are so addicted to earth drinks~ Obviously, our Pit Star's drink is also quite good, I recommend you to try it. ”

"Go, go, don't be coquettish with me! It's not as good as the horse racing girl I pushed! ”

"Tsk, I said that your aesthetic is really ......, director."

Looking at two half-human-like cosmic people, staging the contradiction between the three views of the beautiful store manager and the idol chef's boss, it can be described as unique for Omer.

There is a strange feeling of feeling that "Animal World" was played for half an hour in ancient film and television works.

Because it was quite weird, I decided to look at it a little more.

But alas, it wasn't a pull, not to mention that the brief exchange with the line was over, and Omer saw that it reminded him of the Strange King's shopkeeper, so he chose a seat nearby and sat down.

Pretended not to hear what she was talking about with her colleague Godra.

And Natville hesitated for a moment, and sat down in the seat directly opposite Omer, only to quickly pull out his phone again, and did not say a word.

So it was Ormer who opened the conversation: "I didn't expect you to be quite popular." ”

"The needs of the position," Tver said coldly, "There are hundreds of thousands of aliens in this base, all of whom have come to invade the Federation, but there are few who can really go to the front line, and even technicians like me only have more than 5,000 in total, and more are logistics personnel like her." ”

"That's why you're courteous to me and want to change jobs."

"Stuffing a weapon into your hand is also a simple courtesy? She looks worried about your situation. Ormer said nonchalantly something that made the other man stiffen slightly.

"That ......"

"Put it away, there's no need to prove anything to me, let alone in public," Omer said lightly, "Now that young lady is still discussing with her colleagues in the background how she can help you get out of me... Well... Devil's claws, they really know how to use words, this is the first time I've ...... No, emmm"

Thinking of the comments on Umastagram, the demon diverted the topic without a trace and continued: "But since you want to be an invader, how can you be so poorly educated? Discussing such a dangerous process without even turning on a soundproofing function. ”

"Linton Consultant ......"

"As long as the coffee and desserts are not filled, I will act as if nothing has happened, but ......"

"Opening a shop in a place like this," Ommelio looked up at the drink shop in front of him that had been built in the building, "and that's logistics?" ”

"It's a hobby, her real position is material management, because she was too idle to open a shop," Tver said, and suddenly lowered his head again, "Your lady is in the middle of the game!! ”

Fang Cai's embarrassment and nervousness were all transferred in the chase of the Meipu Bourbon by the later Ma Niang, and this Metron seemed to enter another state as soon as he saw the horse racing.

"I know." The combat advisor glanced sideways slightly, and then looked back at the staff walking through the corridor in front of the store.

I put a soundproof barrier in my hand.

"Huh? Oh, and you're on a terminal that I can't see? ”

Noticing his unusual sideways gaze, the Metron suddenly buried his head again.

And Ormer continued to look at the cosmic people who would cast envious, jealous, and hateful glances at the two of them.

All of them are the original appearance, or weird, or hideous, or even terrifying, and even the pets they carry are also very special, and they will never give the earthlings a little cognitive convenience, so that Omer has considered whether he should also walk around as a demon.

These are all the so-called logistics in Tver's mouth, the so-called auxiliary professions.

It has nothing to do with the battles and tracking events around the city, and there is not even a sense of crisis at all, and he is busy with the things at hand.

It made Omer feel a little divided.

Life and death are fighting outside, working life here, and there are even people fishing at work—the most diligent Tokyo residents who are attacked by monsters in the tokusatsu work are not necessarily so calm.

But no matter how strange it was, it had nothing to do with Omer, he just bowed slightly, and then asked, "Is there any result of what you asked you to investigate?"

Omer, who was already doubted for his resume of 'playing with the Warriors of Light'. Linton, even if he joined this invading coalition army, should not ask questions.

In order not to be granted the privilege of 'an additional personal bodyguard', Omer handed over the real investigative burden to the Metron.

This is also a signed version of the cooperation that was negotiated at the beginning, and many famous horse girls.

The autograph version is naturally not difficult for Omer, but for many Ma Niang fans, it is a precious thing that is willing to pay too much.

The sorrow of the idol chef is nothing more than this, but Omer will not laugh.

This is not the sympathy of the horse racing lady DD, just because......

People are born to run for what they want to get.

Just like the vast majority of mercenaries are desperate for money, social animals are also wearing out their health and longevity for money.

And a guy like Ormer, who stays in this kind of place for cards, can't really tell the difference in the face of the idol chef who takes risks for the signed version.

Although the monster card and the signed version of the famous horse lady are expensive to exchange money, it is obviously not this value that the two value.

"I can't send you the results sooner? I was laughed at and bullied by you by those guys every day, and none of them wanted to talk to me, how could it be so smooth. As he spoke, he pulled a note out of his trouser pocket.

Compared to the suspicious Omer. Linton, who had been threatened, would have asked more indifferent or sensitive questions, not to mention that he was still a technician.

But as he said, while the condition of being threatened by Omer would seem less suspicious, the prospect of being looked down upon would also hinder the investigation.

"It's simple, just add some merit to you." Omo said lightly, and after taking the note, he glanced at the live broadcast of the game on the screen with his eyes raised.

He only glanced at it faintly, but a certain technical senior was suddenly excited when he was talking about business: "Meritorious? Wow! It's the end!! ”

“……”

Omer was a little speechless, and couldn't help but wonder if this person would also suddenly shout because of the change in the direction of the horse race when he was organizing the meeting, and then be directly killed by the boss.

And the latter noticed his strange gaze.

"Uh, I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"We'll talk about it when you're done," he said, raising his hand to signal the Linton trainer to continue. Sighing, he canceled the soundproof barrier, "Anyway, it will be soon, there is no suspense." ”

After all, he had seen that Bourbon still activated that talent skill under the premise of complete superiority.

(End of chapter)