As a child whom even one's own mother can forget, one cannot expect to be remembered by colleagues simply by being called "invisible."

In reality, this is just a psychological comfort.

In the office of the boss at the gates of hell, there are resumes of everyone under his command, and the resume of the nobody is placed on top, just pick it up and you can see it.

It contains all his past records.

As someone with a mutated mental ability, Sister Meng was able to remember this colleague only because of her powerful mental strength.

Wang Baozhang was able to remember because without Xiao Touming, he and his friend would have been killed. Xiao Touming was the savior of their entire group. Although only three people survived, all three forced themselves to remember Xiao Touming's existence.

The process was painful and time-consuming, but they remembered it nonetheless.

Look at the other people here. Even when this nobody is telling stories, he can't attract their attention. They've even forgotten that he exists.

After listening to the little nobody's story, Ye Zi didn't know what to say. Comfort? He was already used to this kind of life.

In the silence, Ye Zi forgot about Xiao Touming again. Apart from the red humanoid icon marked in his mind by the system, he had forgotten Xiao Touming's life story.

Nicknamed "Little Transparent," his real name is Zhao Ergou. He is skilled in assassination and is very capable. Apart from this, Ye Zi can't recall any other information about him.

After getting acquainted with his colleagues, Wang Baozhang took Ye Zi to their next stop: the leader's office.

Ye Zi's resume and preliminary assessment report on combat effectiveness have been placed on the leader's desk.

After the meeting, the leader didn't say much, just offered a few words of encouragement, and then nothing more.

After leaving the boss's office, Ye Zi casually asked:

What's next?

"It's nothing," Wang Baozhang replied casually.

Ye Zi exclaimed in surprise:

"That's it? No training or anything like that?"

"You don't have that. If you're interested, you can go to the mechanics' area for military training. We don't need that here."

"Why?"

"Take you for example. Mace techniques are an unpopular martial art, and here, you're the only one who knows them. Even if I find you a master, he can't even beat you, so what's the point of training him?"

For example, Sister Meng, there's only one like her in the whole country, who will guide her?

Take the Wu brothers, for example. They've even created something as fantastical as sword energy; who can provide guidance on that?

Ye Zi nodded. Taking him as an example, there are certainly people who know mace techniques, but when it comes to actual combat, no one can guide him. And strength training isn't something just any trainer can help him with.

Five tons, that's ten thousand jin (5,000 kg), who has that much strength? Who can train him?

In other words, Ye Zi and the other fourteen people rely entirely on their own initiative to train in their strongest areas. If they want to practice marksmanship, they can simply go to the mechanics to find someone.

Of course, you can also go to Sister Meng. She's a former police officer, and when it comes to marksmanship, she's definitely the best among the fourteen. She has a good foundation.

Mengjie is also in charge of these fourteen people. When the leaders have something to say, they will tell Mengjie directly, and Mengjie will assign the appropriate personnel according to the situation.

Just like the mechanics, who are not only experts at modifying guns, they are also the ones who manage those teams of retired special forces soldiers.

Since there were no training assignments, the rest of the time was completely free. Ye Zi also knew why all her colleagues had come today.

Routine physical examination.

One reason is to prevent them from injuring themselves while exercising; a monthly check-up is necessary and can be considered a benefit.

While we're at it, let's see if they've had any trouble lately.

Another reason is the genetic samples. The research team members are basically scientific fanatics, and the genetic samples are consumed quickly. Collecting them once a month ensures the freshness of the genetic samples without hindering the research progress.

Unfortunately, the research team hasn't made any substantial progress so far, but the research can't stop; what if they have a flash of inspiration and discover something?

Although they don't have to be sliced ​​up for research, they can't escape the fate of being studied.

The only difference is that one was forced to undergo a full-body biopsy, while the other actively cooperated by providing gene samples.

Since there was nothing to do, Ye Zi decided not to leave. Instead, she went to the training room, took out her pistol, and started practicing.

The 1911 pistol had decent recoil, but for Ye Zi, it was practically useless.

With a 15-round magazine, Ye Zi's grip that ignores recoil, coupled with his superhuman strength, means that he can hit the bullseye almost anytime he aims within 50 meters.

Within 100 meters, hitting the vital organs of a human-shaped target is not a problem.

I fired three full magazines in a row. It's impossible to hit every shot, but a 95% hit rate is definitely achievable.

After reloading all three magazines, Ye Zi put the gun and bullets into her storage space.

Fortunately, time stands still in the storage space; otherwise, if the magazine were kept fully compressed for too long, the springs would not be able to withstand it, and there would likely be a problem with feeding when needed.

Since there was nothing to do at the gates of hell, and none of his colleagues tried to get close to him, Ye Zi naturally wouldn't rush to build relationships. Besides, everyone had already left. Ye Zi said goodbye to Sister Meng and the little nobody, and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Wang Baozhang gave Ye Zi an identification document. On the surface, it was just an ordinary work ID, but if checked with an ID verification machine, it would show that Ye Zi's identity required authorization before further verification.

"We belong to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" Ye Zi asked in surprise, looking at the unit name column on her work permit.

"It's just a random name. To be precise, we're directly under the higher-ups, but it's not like we need to alarm them for everything. The Ministry of National Defense, the National Security Bureau, and the Public Security Bureau will notify us if there's a tricky situation, and then we'll take action."

"So, our names could appear in any department?"

"No, if someone checks, you'll get a positive response as long as you give them the number on your ID. But if no one checks, we're not one of their people."

Generally, if someone checks your ID card, they'll ask you to swipe your work ID for further checks, but here, nobody really investigates any further.

After all, granting authorization is troublesome, and it's easy to learn things you shouldn't know.

Ye Zi nodded, which meant that her official job status was presentable and could withstand scrutiny, but she didn't actually need to go to work there.

Just go about your business as usual and wait to receive that internal call from the gates of hell.

As they stepped out of the elevator, the young people in the lobby were still having a great time, but they all glanced at Ye Zi as she walked out of the elevator.

Ye Zi didn't mind. The two security guards at the gate were no ordinary men. Judging from their age, they were at least from the generation of soldiers in green uniforms with red collar tabs. Whether they were elite soldiers or not was another matter.

The young people in the living room are probably modern elite soldiers, likely similar to Wang Baozhang.