Chapter 21: Outsourcing Work is Not Recommended
As the children went to class with regret in their hearts, Vermouth received news of an emergency evacuation.
Moscato on the other side pushed up his glasses and slowly turned on the main control. "Well, that's good. I happened to be moving today, so there's no loss."
A deafening alarm sounded at the base. The once silent place was finally filled with the sound of living people's footsteps, and all retreat operations were accelerated.
"Why would the FBI suddenly take action?"
Hidden cameras have been placed on the roads leading to and from the base to facilitate observation of the situation within a radius of several kilometers and to enable the fastest response.
When a suspicious person is detected appearing in the monitoring range, the base personnel will receive different messages depending on the situation. The fact that Vermouth can receive the message of emergency retreat means that there are many people on the opposite side and it is not cost-effective to confront them head-on.
Moscato took off his white coat, straightened his collar, opened the door and walked out, saying as he walked, "Maybe you led them here. As soon as you arrived at the base, the FBI followed you."
“……” Vermouth closed her eyes.
She just asked an unnecessary question. It was not the first day she knew that this lunatic never spoke properly.
With a cold face, Vermouth walked past Moscato towards the safe passage. She felt that her spirit would be more seriously polluted if she stayed with this lunatic for one more minute.
"Oh, I can't take a joke."
The light words came into Vermouth's ears from behind, and her pace quickened.
The base handled the matter quickly. When the FBI arrived, only a pile of scrap metal was left. The empty base let out a silent laugh.
"Tsk, we're still late." The FBI agent who arrived looked at the mess on the ground and ordered his subordinates behind him: "Look around to see if there is any useful information."
"yes."
Tonight, the headquarters received a letter of complaint, saying that there was a secret base of an organization they had been tracking for a long time in a suburban area. The letter of complaint could not be traced to the address, and there was no signature, but it broke through the firewall and was put into the director's mailbox.
With a half-believing and half-doubting attitude, the FBI quickly arranged personnel to go to the address indicated in the letter.
Holding the gun tightly in his hand, Frank looked around. Tiny sounds came into his ears, intermittent, like hallucinations.
His heart suddenly began to beat faster in his chest. His instincts from years of fighting prompted Frank to retreat involuntarily. He shouted, "Quick! Stop searching! Run outside! Quick!"
The sudden order took the other agents' brains time to react, but their bodies had already followed the order and ran out with all their might.
When the last person evacuated, he jumped out, and the heat wave and blast blew away those who were close to him. Everyone fell down and protected their heads. The debris of the building fell with the smell of gunpowder, hitting the backs of the people present fiercely, and the oxygen in their bodies was squeezed out as they subconsciously held their breath.
When everything calmed down, Frank sat up, brushed off the gravel and dust on his body, and when he found that his whole body was covered with dust, he simply gave up the useless cleaning.
"Damn it." After uttering a few curse words, Frank shouted, "Count the casualties!"
Fortunately, except for two people who were slightly injured, the others only suffered some skin abrasions.
After such an explosion, even if there was anything there, it would have turned to ashes.
"Arrange a few people to guard here, and the others come back with me." Frank gave the order.
He thought he would make a great contribution by bringing so many people out, but in the end he got nothing and even had to spend more money on water to take a shower when he returned.
"Has anyone been caught at other intersections?" Frank asked.
Subordinate: “No.”
“You can really run.”
Frank began to suspect that the email was a self-directed and staged email by the Crow Organization, just to play with them. Lure them over, and if you're lucky, you can kill a few of them. The more Frank thought about it, the angrier he got, and he cursed in his heart.
His expression became even uglier when he realized that the person behind the email had not been found yet.
"Oh my god, I wouldn't be surprised if the undercover list was leaked one day. We are too lax."
Shaking off the gravel from his hair, Frank strode towards the parking lot with a grim face.
At the same time, I cursed in my heart: Damn FBI, damn crows, damn emails, damn work...
Vermouth skillfully avoided the FBI's defenses, quickly changed her skin, and now sat leisurely in her car. The explosion in the distance did not affect her from choosing a happy music for herself.
As for what will happen next at the base, of course it will all be left to the hardworking Moscato. After all, he is the only one who regards the organization's career as the pillar of his life. He must be very happy to be able to do more for his pillar.
She did not go back to Sharon's place, as it was easy to run into paparazzi waiting at this time. She found a clean safe house at random, took a shower, and was about to lie comfortably on the bed when a message popped up on her phone.
[Ya Liu: Ms. Sharon, are you outsourcing today? ]
The leisurely expression on Vermouth's face when she picked up the phone disappeared immediately. She hooked a strand of curly hair behind her ear and quickly sent a message with her other hand.
[I don't know what Mr. Hachiyanagi means? ]
[Ya Liu: I remember my request was to live your life with the children for a few days. Why didn’t you play with the children after filming today? ]
Vermouth's smile froze at the corner of her mouth. [Hmm? I took the kids to dinner. They said they had to go back to cram school in the evening, so I sent them back.]
[Ya Liu: Please don't fool me. I am sure that I am referring to Sharon, not someone else wearing Sharon's skin.]
The system was very dissatisfied. Integrity is very important, whether in the human world or in the system. All contracts signed must be followed. Sharon's outsourcing behavior is extremely abominable. Others will be paid for outsourcing, but Sharon will not pay those who cover for her. This is capitalist behavior, and she will definitely be punished.
If it hadn't taken the time out of its busy schedule to check on the children, they might have been fooled. Although the system doesn't lack this money, it is no reason for others to be perfunctory.
If she dared to say that she was not Sharon but Vermouth, she would be finished.
The pink-haired bear thought viciously.
A shell exploded in Vermouth's brain, shocking her so much that she didn't respond for a long time.
【Ya Liu:? 】
[Ya Liu: If you have the ability to outsource, you have the ability to speak! I know you are still awake! ]
Vermouth now wants to find out if there are any eavesdropping devices in the safe house. If she hadn't just taken a shower, she would even want to turn over all her clothes.
Vermouth began to wonder if someone around her had been bribed by money.
【What do you mean? 】
【Ya Liu: What do you mean? I don’t mean anything. I just mean that you should take the children to play, not outsource it to others. This is extremely excessive behavior.】
Is he pretending or is he teasing her? Can't he understand what she really wants to ask?
Are you spying on me today?
【Ya Liu: That’s not the point.】
Vermouth: How come this isn’t the point!!
【Do you know who I am? 】
[Ya Liu: I found an NPC to guide my child on a three-day adventure. Or are you asking about Sharon? Vermouth?]
The system found Sharon after careful consideration. It screened the entire New York and found someone who had some connection with the entertainment industry, had an extremely exciting life experience, and had an exciting daily life. After searching for a long time, Sharon was the most suitable person.
Vermouth felt numb and his head was buzzing.
She was exposed without any preparation and she didn't even know what to say for a moment. Moreover, the person on the other side acted as if this was normal.
It’s like when kindergarten is over, parents who come to pick up their children casually ask the teacher what the children did today.
Seeing that she didn't send a message, the other party sent another message in a false and innocent tone: [Why don't you reply? Although you did something wrong today, I forgive you because it's the first time. I don't think my request is too much. I'm busy recently and don't have time to play with the children. You can just take them with you to do what you do every day. Is that difficult? If there is anything inconvenient, I can pay extra. ]
The innocent system was really distressed, because learning from colleagues' experience alone would make people stupid and easily depressed, so they arranged enough time to play outdoors every day. But New York is so small, there are not many fun places, and Akai Shuichi has taken the children everywhere. It's rare to find someone who can learn experience, broaden their horizons, and play adventure games with the children, but she was perfunctory and outsourced!
[Is this your only goal? Do you know the organization I belong to? ]
[Ya Liu: Don't be suspicious. I have already investigated everything when I found you. I don't care what your organization does. The purpose of finding you is just to enrich the children's daily life. It's just three days. You can do whatever you want after three days. It has nothing to do with me.]
After sending this message, there was no movement from the other end, leaving Vermouth feeling confused.
It was ridiculous. Finding a member of a criminal organization to play with a group of children, is this something a normal human being could do? He was really not afraid that she would suddenly kill the children.
Or is this all just a test?
Vermouth read several passages of conversation over and over again, trying to figure out if there was any industry jargon or any other hidden meaning.
But no matter how you look at it, these words seem to be literal.
No, how could it be possible? Vermouth rubbed her temples, and now she couldn't fall asleep at all.
She got out of bed, found her computer, and clicked on the public information about Yaliu. She had only read it once because it was too simple and did not contain any useful information. The organization's intelligence department could not find much useful information. Vermouth certainly thought that Yaliu's identity was not simple, but that did not mean that Yaliu could easily reveal her hidden identity.
There are only a handful of people in the organization who know her identity.
The mission assigned to her by the organization to test Yaliu was probably impossible to complete. She hadn't even seen the person yet, but her underwear was already stripped.
The more she thought about it, the more unfathomable the image of Yaliu became in Vermouth's eyes.
With her slender fingers tapping the mouse unconsciously, Vermouth was thinking about what to do tomorrow. Should she continue as usual or hide first? What if this was a conspiracy against her?
The phone suddenly lit up.
Vermouth slid over in a chair and picked up her cell phone. It was another message from Yaliu.
[Ya Liu: Can you teach me your disguise technique? The kids should be very curious. You can ask for something that I can accept. Money is fine, and promises are fine.]
Of course she can teach the disguise technique, and she has no shortage of money. What Vermouth is considering is what the use of this promise is.
She wanted to know how much Yaliu knew about the organization.
Vermouth thought so and asked. The other party quickly gave a reply, a short name that made Vermouth's heart tremble for a moment.
[Ya Liu: Karasuma Renya, you should be familiar with him, right? ]
More than being familiar, even if she turned into ashes, she would be able to come back to life when she heard this name.
Damn, could it be that boss Lao Deng is bullying her?
Vermouth's hands hesitated as she typed.
[I think we can meet. Parents and teachers should always get to know each other.]
This means that you agree.
[Ya Liu: Wait a few more days. I'm a bit busy recently. I'll contact you then. What's your reward? ]
[Not yet, keep it for now. 】
【Ya Liu: Yes.】
Putting down the phone, Vermouth let out a long sigh, and when she stood up, an idea suddenly flashed in her mind.
By the way, couldn’t the FBI raid tonight be a warning from Yaliu about her outsourcing work?
Vermouth suddenly remembered Moscato's words.
“…”
Who could have imagined this!
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