Chapter 2939 2951 [Apply for a gun]
On the other side of the phone.
——Except for individual members of the organization who are engaged in specific industries, other cadres will instinctively avoid reporters and cameras, and will not accept interviews if they can avoid it. Calvados is of course the same.
In addition to the protection of citizens' privacy, the names of "unlucky passers-by" in the news are often hidden, becoming a backdrop to highlight the brutality of the criminals.
Therefore, before this, Vermouth still had a glimmer of hope in her heart.
But now, listening to Calvados's slightly strange change of words, and looking at the news on the screen...she was completely sure who those "unlucky passers-by who were almost shot" and "unknown gun owners" who had never appeared in the news were.
Vermouth's smile slowly froze on her face.
...But now that things have come to this, as an adult, I can only face it bravely. Vermouth rubbed his face vigorously, put on a smile again, and asked casually: "Can you tell me in detail about your experience these days? I am very interested."
…
After spending some time listening to Calvados's modified experience, Vermouth fell into silence for a moment.
When the other party asked her politely if she wanted to go out for supper, Vermouth came back to her senses and said softly, "I also want to spend a pleasant dinner with you, but unfortunately, I am working on an important project and need to be closed for a while. Don't see me or contact me next time. When the time is right, I will take the initiative to find you."
Calvados felt a little regretful, but he couldn't say much. In fact, he was very happy to have such a long phone call.
He thought about the few words the goddess had said, then reluctantly said goodbye: "Okay, see you next time."
…
When Calvados tries to immerse itself in the shallow gentleness.
The other side.
In one of the organization's bases.
"Calvados requested five guns..." A member of the logistics organization pushed up his thick glasses and said, "Why does this guy want another gun? He already has enough guns. How can he carry five more? Is he trying to do weight training while walking?"
Another person in the office remembered something and lowered his voice: "Speaking of this, have you heard about it? In several recent cases in Osaka, the police always found an ownerless gun. I also heard that Calvados was in Osaka a few days ago."
The member with glasses responded and lowered his voice: "You mean, all the guns that were seized were Calvados?"
The colleague nodded and said, "We have someone in the Osaka Police Department. He happens to be my friend. I heard him say that Calvados was nearly shot several times. He had played with guns all his life, but he almost died from accidental shootings. Don't you think this is funny?"
The two of them laughed for a while, and suddenly a third voice came from the side: "He was almost shot several times, and he threw a gun every time he encountered a case... Don't you think this pattern sounds familiar?"
“…”
“?!”
The two people who were laughing together suddenly became like two ducks with their necks strangled, and their laughter choked in their throats.
The Calvados story sounds funny at first, but if you apply a template and look into it in detail...
"It sounds familiar." The member with glasses pushed his glasses up again, a little nervous, "Could it be... that person is targeting him?"
As logistics personnel, their work and life are undoubtedly much safer than those members of the organization who run around with guns every day.
So when they first heard certain rumors, they just treated that person as a small story after dinner and didn't take it seriously at all.
But later, a stronghold somehow came into the cadre's sight, and the people in the stronghold began to be frequently involved in various sudden murders.
There were quite a few logistics personnel in that stronghold. It was said that the ones with bad tempers and some carelessness had disappeared one after another in various ways. The remaining cautious ones, after enduring for a period of time, were more or less reused.
Since then, a certain cadre and a certain rumor have received unprecedented attention in the minds of logistics members.
"Well, let's not talk about this anymore." The member with glasses subconsciously looked at the doors and windows, trying to change the subject, "Let's get back to Calvados."
The other two colleagues also agreed, and Silky continued: "If the man who lost the gun in Osaka was really Calvados, then his gun is very suspicious - could it be that he accidentally offended someone?"
"It's indeed a bit strange." The colleague who was drinking tea thought for a moment, "It's better to have less trouble than more. In my opinion, don't give him the gun for now, at least not right away. Let's wait and see what happens."
Another colleague sighed: "But Calvados has a bad temper. What if he thinks we are deliberately making things difficult for him..."
It's hard to offend both sides, so you can only pick the one that's relatively easier to offend as the soft persimmon.
After thinking for a while, the member with glasses tapped the keyboard and decided: "No gun will be given to him because his paperwork is incomplete. I checked the backstage records and Calvados did not report any damage, so theoretically, he has at least 5 guns on him now. In this case, it is reasonable not to give him a new gun."
"Besides, there haven't been any missions that require him to go out recently. Giving him a gun would make it easier for him to be exposed. This is also for his own good. He will understand."
The three logistics staff discussed a solution one after another, quickly wrote the email, and then, despite Calvados's patience, sent it over reluctantly.
…
Calvados had just finished talking to Vermouth when he received an email from logistics.
However, unlike what was expected, what was written inside was not the location where the gun was handed over, but a long list of apologies, a long list of explanations, and a tactful refusal.
Calvados: “…”
He looked at the damage report form in the attachment, his eyes twitched, and he exited the mailbox angrily.
"Once this form is submitted, it will be recorded in my relevant information. My goddess has high authority, which means that she can also see it."
Calvados paced back and forth for a few steps, thinking of the beautified experience he had just told Vermouth, and he couldn't bring himself to submit the form no matter what - what if the goddess found his words interesting and looked up his information... then all his previous modifications would be meaningless.
"Forget it, let's wait a few days." Calvados held the mini pistol in his pocket and sighed silently, showing a rare trace of fatigue. "It's a good opportunity for me to take a rest first."
(End of this chapter)
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