Chapter 14 Zhu Fu is not a pushover! ...
Those who frequently commit murder know that killing is easy, but disposing of the body is difficult, and improper body disposal techniques can also cause spinal injuries.
After the video call ended, Morofushi Hiromitsu faced the same situation. He could only look around with his face covered in blood, and slowly get up while supporting his waist.
However, as a professional undercover agent, he had a better foundation in this area compared to the other members—just like the difference between a 'fresh graduate' and a seasoned professional with 3-5 years of experience—at least he didn't run into any acquaintances when he moved Akita's body to the trunk.
Thankfully, this way we don't have to worry about what to do if we end up with another corpse due to interpersonal problems.
He approached the trunk one last time and reached out to close Akita-kun's unseeing eyes. This loyal dog seemed to have no idea that even though he was prepared, he would still be killed.
However, it's too late to say anything now; he has already been taken to the coast and disposed of.
In a sense, the kind-hearted Master Zhufu essentially gave him a free sea burial service. He specially found a feng shui master online and even purchased an expedited service based on his birth chart, choosing a time that was extremely unfavorable to his passing.
He doesn't hold grudges.
He swore by the soul-suppressing nails nailed to the corpse that there were none.
It's a bit of a shame that Akita-kun's "funeral expenses" weren't reimbursable. Luckily, he bought a bestselling photobook of Aoi Sora and displayed it in front of his office, so all his colleagues in the neighborhood could know his preferences. As for the little thing he did—taking a picture of himself making a peace sign and sending it to Melo—I won't go into details.
Ah, it's already 8:06 PM. I'm currently working part-time as a street cleaner at the company. I don't know if street cleaners get overtime pay.
With various things on his mind, he took over Akita's job and conveniently reimbursed the claim that "Akita was laughing and playing on the beach at night and unfortunately broke his leg," thus earning back the money for gas, overtime pay, and the expenses for consulting a fortune teller.
Such a smooth and peaceful transfer of power can probably only be seen in organizations.
But for a terrorist organization, having to clock in every day is still too outrageous.
"Mr. Asakawa, you're at the company again today?"
The person speaking was a colleague who had been assigned to his left. After his own rapid promotion, his former workstation was turned into an altar, with a crucifix placed on it facing the door of his new office with a large X.
If he hadn't known that Melo had installed a hidden camera upstairs, he would have thought his colleague was trying to use Western metaphysics against him.
Morofushi Kagemitsu glanced at the cross and calmly said, "Yes, Akita-kun still has quite a few documents on him, and they need to be organized."
"That guy is really inconsiderate. He got transferred without even telling us. If it weren't for the office software reminding us, we wouldn't have known about it." Today, my colleague was also wearing a necklace with a cross on it, looking all devout and pure. If he didn't know that this guy had secretly flipped through the magazines outside Akita-kun's door twice, he would have believed it.
"I'll be going now." Cross thought he had hidden his schadenfreude well, but that wasn't the case. "Ah, that must have been tiring. I still have to take the bus to Koshien to watch the game later."
...Why is this guy so annoying?
Zhu Fujingguang and his police team had been working on these documents for the past few days, so busy that they were dizzy. When they heard someone making such sarcastic remarks in front of them, they immediately stopped trying to guess the password and said with a hint of threat, "You should think about what you're going to do about your performance this month."
Originally, the intention was to get rid of this person for the sake of money, but the word "performance" really struck a nerve with the colleague, prompting him to launch into a passionate speech:
"Why do you take this performance system so seriously? It distorts people's efforts, you know? Let me give you an example. Look at our organization, we have so many departments. The action team is always on the front lines fighting, the intelligence team is also providing support, and the finance team is handling logistics. Then at the end of the month, when the accounts are settled, oh my, the action team got MVP! And then they see that our finance team is either submitting expense reports or bribing officials, just coasting along! They say we're just coasting along, and our performance this month is... 0. Oh, the action team killed a lot of people this month, so they got a full performance bonus and carried the whole team! Is that how it works? Tell me, are we just coasting along?"
“…That’s not true.” Morofushi Kagemitsu paused, then echoed him, opening a separate window to check Cross-kun’s historical salary.
Cross-kun shrugged: "Yeah, so why worry about performance reviews? We're all part of a team, just shine and contribute."
Zhu Fujingguang nodded perfunctorily and said, "Hmm, that makes sense."
That makes perfect sense. When the reckoning comes to an end, not a single person in the organization will escape.
Perhaps even he himself realized that it was best not to flaunt his leisure time in front of his busy colleagues, so he prepared to change the subject by bringing up the news he had just seen: "Ah, well... by the way, Asakawa, have you seen the latest news from the Ministry of Finance? It was just released half an hour ago."
Half an hour ago?
He was in a meeting at the time and didn't have time to look at it.
Zhu Fujingguang shook his head.
"The tax rate has gone up again, and insurance premiums keep rising," Cross summarized simply. "But it's okay, we've never really paid taxes anyway. Even if we had to pay once or twice, it was just part-time stuff."
Morofushi Kagemitsu paused in his typing.
But I'm paying!
Moreover, it's my main job.
He quickly went online to check the relevant information and was heartbroken to find that it was true.
Watching his colleague happily leave the company, he silently looked up the basic information about the colleague with the cross in the company database and added it to the anti-fraud team's bloated to-do list.
Fueled by his resentment at working overtime, he actually managed to crack the system password that had been blocking him.
After overcoming this obstacle, a new folder appeared on the desktop, named "Member Reimbursement Statistics Table".
Upon discovering the unexpected information, Morofushi Kagemitsu quickly focused and clicked on it. Inside were a bunch of folders, all containing titles like "Member 01," "Member 02," "Member 03," and "Best Member Collection."
He clicked on the "Best Members Compilation" and was immediately stunned by the screen full of information.
This folder is full of "videos" and "comics" that men like to watch; a single collection is dozens of gigabytes in size.
Unconvinced, he opened each of the other folders, and they all contained roughly the same content. It seemed his act of leaving erotic books at the entrance of Akita wasn't entirely unjustified.
He twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that he could save this batch to help his good brother Yida boost his performance, so he made a copy and planned to find time to inform the class monitor directly.
As a result, an accidental click revealed a hidden .exe file that Akita had placed inside, which was labeled "Information Processing Analyzer".
It's not that kind of thing again, is it...?
Morofushi Kagemitsu wasn't entirely sure, but adhering to his professional spirit of investigating thoroughly and leaving no room for error, he opened it anyway.
However, the content inside was surprisingly serious.
He was taken aback, then quickly inserted the USB drive containing the analysis database to decipher it. The intelligence of the organization members under his surveillance slowly appeared, including several encrypted pieces of information involving codenamed members.
Good heavens, the rats in this organization have finally found their own rice bowl!
While diligently carrying out his work, the infiltrator, Master Morofushi, didn't forget to transcribe the instructions and notes, and the result...
[Write a short story centered around the clues that Asakawa Sora frequently visits shrines to hang peace charms and also keeps a cell phone at home.]
Write a short story based on the premise that Asakawa Sora frequents bars and entertainment venues late at night.
[Asakawa Sora stands on the rooftop (attached), undergoing a character analysis]
...
Minimize the interface of Morofuku Kagemitsu.
Zhu Fujingguang pondered deeply.
Morofushi Kagemitsu wanted to smash the mouse but then put it back.
Morobushi Kagemitsu angrily threw the organized documents into the shredder.
So this is where the rumors originated! Can't these AI idiots at all be a little more reliable?! What's the difference between this and that little blue whale that can only spin around making up academic papers?!
"Buzz—Buzz—"
At this moment, the anti-fraud team popped up a message in the background:
Now you know how good I am, right?
Seeing the boastful "~" at the end of the anti-fraud article, a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.
He thought that being an undercover agent would involve a daily battle of wits with criminals and moles, but he never expected that he would end up fighting against AI.
"Buzz—"
Zhu Fujingguang: ...
Okay, let's see which unlucky guy gets sent to the cyber guillotine again.
Having seemingly lost all means of resistance, Morofushi Kagemitsu, seething with anger, clicked on this notification:
[Scam Exposed: Beware of Million-Dollar Reimbursement Scams!]
Just by looking at this news headline, it seems like he's capable of doing things secretly.
After quickly glancing at the report, he astutely spotted "Asakawa" among the listed surnames.
ah?
Could this be referring to himself?
He read the article again and discovered that the person in question might actually be himself, and that the source of this information was an 'internal whistleblower'!
Who is it?!
Morofushi Kagemitsu's gaze turned dangerous.
A note from the author:
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Every time I browse the news, it's all material for my reading!
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