Hell does exist, and it was a corporate workshop.

Ryan had expected his first day as a member of the Junior League Baseball to include superhero practice, perhaps a routine patrol with Wynne. Practical stuff. However, the courier was offered a boring, multi-week internship at the company.

He just had to look at the day's plans and hope to start over. Coffee breakfast, first meeting – delayed by half an hour due to the aforementioned coffee break – then lunch, then second meeting, then real lunch, then second coffee break, third meeting, afternoon lunch, coffee break, then company video. It's all before six p.m., after which Ryan either leaves or participates in an "after-work drinking social."

So far, these sessions have included workshops on brand management, marketers brainstorming his "new and improved" brands, lawyer interviews, they discuss ancillary rights, and now about Dy

Educational videos of AMIS company culture.

In short, there are no superheroes at all.

Ryan wasn't the only "recruit" there, but to his surprise, most people seemed to enjoy these boring, no-brainer activities. They are more keen to discuss their image and royalties than the actual fieldwork.

This place drains the soul of the Messenger. He could feel it.

Ryan sighed boredly and walked to the room where he was supposed to watch the new company video, and put his hand on the scanner on the door. Shortly after he signed the contract, Dy

Amis extracted a drop of his blood, which allowed the company to track and identify him somehow.

“Bio-sig

atu

e: Timelo

d.”

The door opened, and Ryan shouted at the generic name. They just can't choose something more unique, like Clockoma

ce

or Clockblocke

Is it?

The courier walked into a dimly lit, informal conference room, spacious enough to accommodate a few dozen people, with cream-colored walls painted with paintings of Central America. Dy

Ais prefers an informal, comfortable style, replacing plastic chairs with cotton armchairs and sofas.

The new players of the Junior League Baseball League gathered in front of a giant screen with their publicists and drank dy

energy drinks made by AMIS while greeting each other; Most people look to be around 15 to 25 years old and wear colorful outfits designed by the marketing department. From Rya

Judging by the news heard, they are discussing the latest fashion trends, who are at Il Miglio

Who to date in e's professional league and how they were introduced to e

ique Ma

ADA.

Pandas are not among these cubs. This is the most unfair because he will adapt completely.

Ryan noticed a lone wolf in the back, and he liked to sit on the plush couch looking at photos and paper reports instead of staring at the screen. The man wears a white cat-shaped mask that covers the upper half of his face, showing off his smooth pale skin, blue eyes, and combed blonde hair; A truly beautiful man. All in all, he looks to be around 18 years old and wears a pink and white sleeveless gymnastics suit.

D-shaped symbols flicker on the screen, accompanied by colorful music. The image of an old Latino with gray hair, a big beard, and a big belly appears at the forefront, with a photograph of New Rome in the background. He reminded Ryan of Pablo Escoba

An old photograph of casual clothes and a friendly smile with hidden teeth.

"Hi everyone, I'm Hecto

Ma

ada, Dy

CEO and founder of AMIS. As a new employee, I welcome you to the D-Big family. You were chosen because of your skills and character to be a part of a greater cause. For Dy

AMIS and its subsidiaries are more than just a conglomerate. From the moment I started this company 33 years ago, our guiding principles have been the same...... What should the world look like?"

Rya

To Dy

The official history of AMIS is well understood, mainly because they often advertise. Long before the genome wars, 26-year-old Hecto

Ma

ADA created the pharmaceutical company in Spain and expanded its operations to almost all sectors such as shipping, warehouses, agriculture, food, biotechnology, manufacturing, oil, retail, etc.

Ironically, in the MEC

o

The year before they bombed everyone, they had just moved their headquarters to Italy in order to get closer to their thriving shipping activity. At a time when the Old World was collapsing, this luck saved most of their leaders, and thanks to the Genome Wars before, Dy

AMIS has its own finger on everything in Western Europe, so once the dust settles, it has the resources it needs to thrive.

As Spain suffered much greater losses in genome plunder than Italy, Dinas moved much of their remaining infrastructure out of their homeland, establishing New Rome as their personal stronghold. Through mergers with other companies and subsidiaries, they took control of the oil fields of Corsica, Sardinia, Mallorca, southern Spain, western Italy, Libya, and Sicily, which is currently contested with local genomic warlords.

In short, if Augustus didn't get a head start, Dy

AMIS's Board of Directors will be the voice of Europe in the post-genomic era.

Ryan decided to approach the lone wolf from behind, as it was closest to the door; He plans to leave as soon as the video ends. He sat in the back, tried to listen to a ten-second video, and then got bored and started looking at his phone.

"Is there Wi-Fi here?" Ryan asked his neighbor. "I saw a 'Dy

A-mite'wifi, but it's password protected. ”

"Do you see the wifi box here?" The blonde pointed to a device in the corner of the room. "The password says—"

Before Ryan could finish speaking, time stopped. He moved as fast as a snake, looking for a miniature tracker in his coat, quickly opening the back of the wireless box, quickly putting the tracker inside, and closing the device.

"In the back," the man said, Ryan had returned to his original position, and no one noticed. "It's very long and it's case-sensitive. It took me five tries to get it right. ”

The courier pretended to let out a lazy shout, his eyes still glued to his phone. The tracker has been activated, sending him a message.

Ryan has similar equipment all over the floor during the day, which should give him a chance to get into Dy

AMIS's system. The courier needs to quickly scan for vulnerabilities in order to exploit them into the interior in future loops and not particularly care if he is discovered afterwards.

If anything, Rya

Considered suicide and found a way to skip this internship altogether. He's a fun-seeker, and his wand here seems determined to suck every drop of his life dry.

Rya

Put the phone back in your pocket, it's been a lifetime to see enough Dy

Amis content, he did not notice the video. Instead, his curious gaze turned to his neighbor, who seemed as uninterested as he was.

It turns out that the blonde is busy watching Meta-Ga

g photo.

Ryan immediately recognized the photo of Sarin and the ghoul, next to a tall, frighteningly obese balding man dressed in men's clothing from the 50s. His scarred face and protruding teeth reminded Ryan of a hippopotamus.

The blonde notices Ryan's curiosity and is eager to tell him the details. "Adam, the Big Bad Boss of the Superpowers"

"I can tell by his big belly," Ryan replied, stepping forward to take a closer look at the picture.

"He's somewhere in the city, but no one knows exactly where he is," the blonde muttered, his voice raised in frustration. The recruits closest to them looked back and focused on the video. "There's too much counter-surveillance, there's no electronic tracking, and he's going to contact his men, not the other way around. The only people who probably know are his deputies: Psyshock, Acid Rain, Crazy Frank ......"

Rya

It was decided to make Meta one of the top priorities for the reboot. These lunatics are too organized, too well-behaved. Four years ago, Adam could barely control his addicts, and each time there was violence that was bad for the family.

"Oh my God, they've grown a lot over the years," the courier said thoughtfully, scrutinizing the documents. According to Dy

AMIS, Meta-GA

g now has about 50 members. "I remember when they couldn't even fit a minibus."

This piqued the blonde's interest. "You've seen superpowers before?"

"Four years ago," Ryan replied. "It was just Adam, Psyshock, and some of the retinue. Aside from their penchant for extreme violence and medieval methods of execution, they are not much different from the average group of psychopaths. ”

"Can you tell me about them?" The blonde whispered, making it difficult for Ryan to hear the video. "Their tactics, their organization, their weaknesses?"

"If you want to know the full story, my cat friend Psyshock tried to convince one of my old team members to join them. Things didn't go well and ended in a massacre. "Typical neuropathy shocking." Oh, Psyshock is a sadist who can hijack your nervous system with wires if he catches you. ”

Telepaths are one of the few genomes that have the ability to inflict lasting damage on Ryan by tampering with his memories or destroying his personality. Whenever possible, he dodged them like a plague.

But in Psychoshock, the messenger may seek them out and beat them.

"Does he need physical contact?" The blonde asked, scribbling this information on a piece of paper. "Good to know. Does he need to maintain physical contact too?"

"Yes, but this separation is very painful for the victim," Ryan explained, resting his legs on the couch and taking up as much space as he could. "So, my cat friend, are you planning to hunt down mutant mice?"

"I wish so." He muttered, his gaze turning to the tape. I asked Enrique if I could patrol with the Pro League members, and he said I had to make a cameo appearance in their new movie. He said it introduced me to the public more than any action in this area. ”

"Since when did you get in trouble and need authorization?" Ryan asked happily. "What's the point of being a hero if you can't legitimately sublimate your violent impulses and get praise for them?"

It seemed to amuse him.

"Hey, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet," Ryan shook his hand. "I'm Quicksave. I'm immortal, but don't tell anyone. ”

"Atomic cat," he replied. "I can blow things up in the sky with a single touch."

"Oh, that mafia boy?"

The handshake turned into an iron fist. "How do you know?" He hissed. "Are you a spy?" What did Enrique tell you? That bastard, I shouldn't have listened-"

"Hey!"

The video paused, and everyone looked at the duo with angry eyes; Ryan was still poised, but Atom was a little angry. There's nothing like a shared awkwardness to start a new friendship!

A marketer in a suit looked at the two and let the awkward silence begin. "Aren't you interested," he said, with Hector Manada's cold face behind him, "not interested in the company you're going to work for for the next five years?"

"I'm interested, sir." The atomic cat gritted its teeth and lied. "It won't happen again, sir."

"Of course not," Ryan replied bluntly, "but please go ahead, we will be as quiet and dutiful as unpaid interns." ”

The marketer glared at the courier, and other recruits followed suit. The kindergarten scenario repeats itself. "If you make another comment like this, Time Lord, I will ask you to politely leave the room without saying a word."

This new name makes me feel bad.

Wait, can they leave earlier?

When the marketer didn't receive a response, he replayed the video. The Atomic Cat waited for everyone to lose interest in them, and then whispered in Ryan's ear. "If you don't answer, I'll blow you up. If I reluctantly let go of your hand, it's the same. ”

"Can you keep it a secret?" Ryan looked around as if someone was watching them, then approached the atomic cat's ear and whispered to it. "I'm coming back from the future. I'm driving DeLorean. ”

"Your letters of recommendation are outdated." Atomic Cat replied. He gripped tighter, and the Courier felt his skin heat up. "What do you know?"

"Because we're close enough to kiss." Ryan replied, his free hand moving away to get the weapon. "Your parents are Augusti Capos, you joined another camp because of adolescent rebellion, and you should reconsider whether or not to have children."

The atomic cat looked down and noticed that the hidden knife was very close to his body. Thankfully, no one noticed, their eyes were glued to the screen. "My strength will be faster," he replied.

"And I'm pretty good at neutering cats, Katie."

"At least the spy will be more subtle," the atomic cat said thoughtfully, his eyes narrowed behind the mask. "So you don't know who my parents are?" Who are they?"

The Courier scurled his shoulders.

Atomic Cat looked at the other recruits to make sure they weren't listening, and then said in a whispered voice that the messenger could barely hear, "They are Mars and Venus."

Ryan gasped in shock. "Are you Cupid? But where are the wings and the bow?"

Atom Cat made a brief pause. "Not a mythical god, you idiot," he said, finally letting go of Ryan's hand. "Naming oneself after God requires some kind of elitist narcissism. It's as if you're standing above ordinary people, like rats and people. ”

"I heard there's a guy named Ge

The people of the ome used to want to use the name 'baby Jesus,'" the courier replied, tucking the knife back into his sleeve, "and he didn't last long." ”

"Augustus burned him alive." Atomic Cat replied, slightly relaxed. "You're not Augustus?" No, otherwise you wouldn't have risked doing a DNA scan. They've been sending me a lot lately to ask me to come back. ”

"Then why did you leave it in the first place?" Ryan asked, and when the marketer looked at him, he crossed Erlang's legs and pretended to be interested in the video. Now, it showcases Hector and the kids at Dy

In front of an AMIS-sponsored school, poor children struggle to smile at the camera.

"If you know half of what they do, you'll understand." The atomic cat replied angrily. "Their Bliss drugs kill thousands more every year, and their weapons kill many more, and that's what the news is about." kidnapping, murder, extortion, prostitution...... After a while, I couldn't take it anymore. I think I can be at Il Miglio

e make a difference. ”

"What about you?"

"Not yet." He grumbled. "The Menada and the Augustus have been fighting each other for years, so I thought they were going to take him down, but obviously, Dy

AMIS's motto is 'Don't Cause Trouble'. ”

"When I met Enrique, he seemed motivated," Ryan noted.

"Yes, he and his brother Alphonse, but their father ......" the atomic cat glared at the image of Hector. 'Don't get into trouble. ’”

Ryan tried his best to watch as many 30 seconds as he could, and soon realized that he would go crazy if he continued like this. "Alright," he said, climbing onto the couch near the door, "I'm not going to do it." ”

"Where are you going?" Atomic Cat asked curiously.

"Go to Rust Town, beat up the superpowers"

The future superhero commented on Ryan's words for a long, long minute. "You want to go to their new territory, and then ...... Why, fight with the first 'psychopath' you encountered?"

"You're talking too complicated."

"If you do, Dy

AMIS will give you a pay cut. The atomic cat replied weakly. You may even be fired. ”

Ryan pondered the remark, remembering that he had hidden more money than he had made on "millionaire", and shrugged. He believes that hacking Dy is better than attending a week-long workshop

amis would have made him know Dy better

Activities of AMIS.

"Your nickname is Quick Help." Atomic Cat muttered the name, finally remembering where he had heard it. "Wait, didn't you beat the ghoul with a golf club?"

"I had to buy one for the occasion, but I almost didn't get it. Still, my short game has improved a lot. Ryan stood up from the couch and looked casual, ignoring the marketer staring at him. Now, are you going to go or not?"

Atom Cat looked at Ryan and then at the video, noting that there were still 57 minutes left until the end. The young hero immediately got up from the couch, collected photos and reports, and followed the messenger to the door.

"Time Lord, Atomic Cat, the video isn't over yet," the marketer said, trying to sound determined, but completely failed.

"I'm going to escort him out of the building and make sure he never comes back, sir." Atomic Cat assured. Obviously, despite what he said, getting rid of the courier made the marketers much happier.

"Teacher's pet," Ryan accused, closing the door behind them.

"Do you have a car?" The young superhero asked. "I only ride motorcycles."

"I have the best, but before we go," Ryan cleared his throat, "do you know where cashmere suits are made?"

"The 20th floor of the power headquarters, right next to this building." Atomic Cat replied, apparently well-informed. "Why is this question asked?"

"Because I'm going to get a cashmere suit, even if I'm going to fight for it."