Chapter 112 About Tomorrow's Workers
At first, Vodka thought a big sheep had appeared; a large, fluffy white ball suddenly emerged from the wall.
As a result, the moment he looked closely, he saw the face he would never forget in his dreams.
"Big brother..." His teeth chattered uncontrollably, causing him to stammer, "He's here!"
It's the doppelganger from that forest!
"Ah, it's you."
The gentle-voiced sheep remembered, climbed out of the yard, and reached out his hand to Vodka.
"You took my photos, didn't you? Give them back to me."
Now not only vodka, but even gin remembered.
Gin wouldn't bother to memorize faces in the group photo inside the briefcase that was mistakenly taken, but he did remember the appearances of the two people in the photo.
After all, he just doesn't remember dead people, but this photo has caused him a lot of trouble.
The man in front of him... looked remarkably similar to the white-haired woman in the photo; even he could tell at a glance that they were related.
"Hey, does Mr. Algaria know Mr. Vodka?"
Sinclair, who was watching from the sidelines, looked at a certain person who clearly knew his old colleague and was somewhat puzzled.
"I guess you could say we know each other."
As he spoke, his hand was still in his hand. Seeing that Vodka, who had taken the photo, hadn't reacted, he looked at Vodka, whose expression was still not good, as if wondering why he hadn't returned the photo to him.
"The photos aren't here," the reliable older brother glanced at his terrified younger brother and answered for him.
Gin looked at the man in front of him, dressed in a black and white tuxedo and wearing a monocle, who looked like he had just walked out of a concert.
Although he had never seen a proper orchestra conductor wearing a tuxedo that was clearly well-groomed when climbing over a wall.
Algaria naturally withdrew his hand and relayed X's words to his colleague who was on assignment abroad.
The entire process proceeded without any pause, as if he had intended to do so anyway.
"The supervisor said to send him a copy of the resumes of all the code-named members, as he wanted to recruit more employees."
He glanced at Vodka with a smile again: "Remember to send my photo back."
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X flipped through the large stack of resumes in front of him, which listed all the tasks they had performed.
But... how come this doesn't match the information Angela gave us?
The employees had already left work, and it was now the supervisors' overtime time. The monitoring screens, which were usually used to monitor the entire facility, were now filled with various official documents with pictures.
"Is this... really not an undercover communication center?"
X looked at the file in his hand, codenamed Bourbon, whose real name was Amuro Tooru, and then at the Japanese Public Security officer on the big screen, wearing a police badge and with a serious expression, named Furuya Rei.
Unsure, let me take another look.
A familiar face has appeared!
Although there is a ready-made "talent pool" for him to choose from, why do so many of them have dual identities?!
However... once you join Lobotomy Corporation, no matter what your past identity was, you'll all be working for them now.
Let's start with... Morofushi Kagemitsu, codenamed Scotch Whisky.
Having suffered from aphasia due to the loss of both parents at a young age, he perfectly fits their company's recruitment criteria; the more traumatized an employee is, the more they appeal to the aliens.
Let's adjust another one and bring two people over to test the waters together.
Another familiar face, codenamed Rye Whiskey, Moroboshi Dai, whose real name is Akai Shuichi, and whose second identity is an FBI agent.
"Supervisor, what's wrong?"
As Angela dutifully produced one resume from X, she simultaneously projected the second "resume" she had found onto the screen.
However, X suddenly found himself staring blankly at Shuichi Akai's file.
"I'm just wondering how their boss managed to get three undercover agents together."
X, still wearing Adam's shell, pulled out three resumes: the Whiskey Trio, not a single one of them a legitimate organization member.
If you include Sinclair here... is whiskey cursed? There's no whiskey that's truly loyal to the organization.
However, this doesn't mean that other wine names mean they are genuine; most of them are fake.
"How exactly does this organization operate?"
Angela: ...
Ask her, but she doesn't know either. She's just an innocent AI who doesn't know anything about the world.
However, the organization that Abel got his hands on is a bit outrageous. It actually managed to achieve all the achievements: undercover agents betraying undercover agents, undercover agents killing undercover agents, and undercover agents reporting on undercover agents.
The most crucial point is that they did it all without their knowledge, which perhaps reflects their professionalism.
After all, how can they climb the ranks if they don't eliminate the original members?
The few genuine liquor producers were even pulled into the company by their own supervisor to work in clerical positions, which made the already disloyal distillery even worse.
Scotch whisky and rye whisky reported immediately upon receiving the order.
They thought this was a hidden base of the organization, but they found that it was completely different from the organization's usual style.
The person who led them underground was a teenager, who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old, definitely a minor.
He was watching them with a somewhat subtle gaze, his attitude unlike that of peripheral members towards codenamed members, instead carrying a hint of... looking at scapegoats.
This made Shuichi Akai secretly more vigilant.
He had just been given a codename. The details of this mission were not explained; they were simply told to report here and that the supervisor here had full authority over them.
He glanced at the Scottish man traveling with him, only to meet a pair of deep blue cat eyes. The man was also looking at him, and clearly, he had also realized something was wrong with the boy who was leading the way.
At this moment, the boy walking in front of them turned around, his amber eyes looking at the two adults who were slightly taller than him, his tone tinged with pity and relief:
"Enjoy your leisure time, because soon one of you will be taking my place."
The boy's tone was somewhat heavy at first, but he became happier as he spoke, as if a bright future was beckoning to him.
"To take your place?" Shuichi Akai asked.
"Yes, take my place, ahh... finally I can have a vacation!"
The boy, who had been expressionless and looked somewhat intimidating, suddenly broke into a bright smile.
A long-haired foreigner approached from the opposite direction, and he greeted him with a smile.
"Who are they?"
Rimbaud held the documents in his hands and looked at the two people behind Dazai Osamu. Behind him were several clerical staff, all of whom were supernatural beings from his illustrated book.
"Ah, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Morofushi Kagemitsu, who starts working here today, and Mr. Akai..."
Before the boy could finish speaking, a square, hard object pressed against his back—no, now there were two.
Rimbaud's golden-green eyes revealed helplessness: "Dazai-kun, stop playing around, or the supervisor will punish you by sending you to the archives room."
The boy, who remained unmoved even with two guns pointed at him with bottles of fake liquor, couldn't help but shudder when he heard the word "archives room".
“Mr. Rimbaud, please don’t say such terrible things with a smile.”
He took a step forward calmly, not at all like someone whose life was threatened.
The two undercover agents found themselves unable to move; glowing cubes appeared on their hands and bodies, effectively restricting their movement.
So, Rimbaud used his supernatural abilities to access the information he had, joined them, and took the two undercover agents—whose boxes had been unilaterally opened by the malicious children—to their supervisor.
When they arrived, the few Ain people were huddled together, doing something.
Beside her sat Angela, her face ashen, staring blankly at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought. This usually aloof secretary appeared to be trying to format herself.
Because the number of supervisors had increased, and they couldn't all fit into the construction department, they decided to have them work in shifts.
But... can someone tell her why the method of deciding the candidates is to draw jokers?
Normally, the card drawn would be the "joker" card, representing the clown. But X somehow got a deck of cards covered in aliens.
He drew a White Night, leaving one White Night in the deck. The rule is that the person who has a White Night left in their hand has to go to work tomorrow.
Angela was initially somewhat relieved; even if she agreed to such an outrageous method, those three gentlemen would not...
Then she watched as the three construction department heads, whom she considered reliable, all agreed to X's outrageous suggestion.
It's lunch break now, and there were supposed to be several ministers here who had heard about what happened and came to watch.
But they just watched for a while and then left. The four people drawing cards didn't show any expression at all. What were they even doing drawing them?!
Yeah! What's the point of all this? I might as well do it!
Ms. Carmen looked at the four people and was so anxious she almost jumped up.
Ahhh! She watched as the white night, representing the ghost, was passed around among the four people, but no one showed any strange expression.
If this keeps up, she's going to twist her body! I'm so worried!
The intangible Carmen kept circling the small table, wishing she could pull one of them away and make it her own.
When Dazai Osamu brought in two undercover agents, the card drawing was nearing its end. Abel had all the cards in his hand, leaving only one White Night.
And now he no longer needed to keep a straight face. This former old man, now a child, smiled as he handed the white night to Adam, who was sitting below him, and made a clean getaway.
The black-haired youth, who could be considered the true boss of the distillery, looked at the group of people who had just entered the office.
But what she saw was the blank expression on the faces of the others, much like Angela's.
Even Morofushi Kagemitsu and Akai Shuichi, whose boxes had been opened, had very subtle expressions.
They were all prepared to be severely tortured after being discovered by the organization, but could someone tell them why the people suspected of being in charge were playing cards?
Is this base really that idle?!
Why was that child sighing and groaning, making them so worried? Was it just for fun?
It's quite possible they're just teasing them, since their identities have already been completely exposed.
But the only one of the four who turned around waved to them, then turned back to watch who would win the final White Night Flower.
Thus, with the boy's tacit approval, even these two traitors were granted seats.
Dazai Osamu approached the "card table" and looked at the three identical faces, even with the same expression, and was momentarily at a loss for how to react.
Isn't this just pure luck? This isn't drawing jokers at all!
With a slight edge in luck, X successfully played his last card; tomorrow, he doesn't have to go to work!
Then he noticed that his two newly selected employees were tied up with the painting collection.
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Author's note: Anbao: Destroy it, it's hopeless.
Fake alcohol: What happened to the promised torture and forced confession?
Ministers: It's more interesting for them to smoke themselves.
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