Chapter 24 How Scotland Was Forged
"From now on, your code name will be—Scotch Whisky."
The old acquaintance, Mello, solemnly announced this tremendous good news to Morofushi Kagemitsu.
"Buzz—Buzz—"
If this announcement were made privately, one-on-one, he would gladly accept it, and might even give her a performance about "how Scotland is made, willing to sacrifice everything for the organization."
However, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed to announce such a small matter in the company's largest conference room in front of all employees. Especially when his boss took a microphone, prepared two PowerPoint slides specifically for him, and pulled him on stage to praise him grandly, the scene became even more uncontrollable, as if the company's ancestral graves had finally produced auspicious smoke.
He was receiving the award from the leadership on stage like a top performer of the quarter, and with so many unfamiliar colleagues in the audience, he practically dug an eighteen-story underground parking garage for the company. Besides, in terms of performance, he was clearly the top salesperson.
...Wait a minute, how did Melo lead my train of thought astray like this?
"...Comrade Scottish has achieved such success in less than six months since joining the company. All of you veteran comrades should take this as a wake-up call. At least three times a day, you should reflect on yourselves: Am I loyal enough to the organization? Do I trust the organization's members enough? Have I diligently completed the KPIs assigned by the organization? Don't just think about what the company has done for you; think about what you can contribute to the company..."
Morofushi Kagemitsu's thoughts began to wander; the last time he had drifted off into his own thoughts was before.
"...As long as every employee is willing to contribute to the organization, we will have a bright future like Scotland's—"
As Melo gestured towards the slide, the PowerPoint presentation she had been projecting onto the giant screen began to move, starting with a gradually appearing, centered title:
Project: Scotch Whisky
What is this thing? Could it be a new way for the organization to test codename members?
Morofushi Kagemitsu was a little dizzy from this unconventional move.
Before he could even recover from his dizziness, the short animation suddenly started playing background music. After a moment of complete darkness, a highway chase and an intense gunfight ensued. Then the camera zoomed out, revealing an explosion and thick smoke, as the city was thrown into chaos. People screamed and ran for their lives, their cries echoing through the air. In short, the scene was utterly chaotic.
Then, with a loud bang in the sky, Scotland made its dazzling entrance!
This chibi-style character, carrying a sniper rifle, heads towards the red-named targets one by one, then casually throws a bunch of grenades, killing both the enemies and the civilians.
The city has returned to peace.
This nonsensical short film ended just like that.
The conference room was as peaceful as the city in the short film.
Before the confusion on Morofushi Kagemitsu's face could fade, Melo led the applause for himself. Two seconds later, the sycophants below immediately followed suit, clapping and cheering.
"Clap clap clap...!"
Although these people had no idea what the significance of this action was and were quite bewildered, their normal human emotional intelligence was enough to tell them that the situation absolutely could not be allowed to fall silent!
Morofushi Kagemitsu, who subconsciously joined in clapping, found the scene utterly absurd.
Is he looking at a PowerPoint presentation? Or did he accidentally press PPTV while watching TV? It's just a code name, why does it give him that cross-dimensional feeling? If he remembers correctly, a trailer with a similar style was shown on the advertising screen of the building across the street yesterday morning. It was a concept trailer for a AAA game that some mobile game company was promising!
Don't follow along with all sorts of random things. If you're just making empty promises to this group of finance professionals, aren't you encouraging them to end up in jail just to freeload off their meals?
All the hidden light has vanished!
...Wait, he can't fall; he still has an unfinished mission.
Then, he got up again and told himself to be strong.
Seeing how strong he was, Melo gave him a stack of tasks on his first day of promotion, which were naturally all tasks involving negotiating investment matters with businessmen.
He took the assignment and left the office. In the instant he brushed past the company cleaner, he smelled a hint of blood.
His eyes swept over the janitor's fully equipped cart, realizing that there had likely been a hardworking cleaner in this office during the all-staff meeting just moments before. At that moment, he felt a sense of familiarity; Melo was still that cruel, deadly woman.
The brilliant Monday meeting was helping Melo cover up some unknown secret, but it was not an area he could touch, so he naturally wouldn't rashly try to probe it.
Compared to Melo, there is something else that deserves his attention right now.
The anti-fraud team has been upgraded again.
Just now, when Merlot posed to announce that he was the top seller, no... codenamed Scotch Whisky, that faint "buzz-buzz" was made by Anti-Fraud Guy.
I was standing awkwardly on the podium, and I couldn't openly slack off, so I had to wait anxiously until the meeting ended before I could find an empty space to take a look.
[System upgrade countdown: 3, 2, 1, 0!]
[App is under upgrade~]
It's a familiar process again.
Another upgrade that caught everyone off guard.
He's used to it.
That said, this is the second upgrade for Anti-Fraud King. The last time was when he successfully joined the organization, and an update suddenly popped up.
Is there a third promotion as I advance in my position within the organization? And what will that next be? Department head? Or perhaps becoming the boss?
He had many speculations about his mysterious electronic partner, and even jokingly made offerings for it on the balcony to disguise his identity. But no matter how magical it was, he never thought of offering it any kind of faith.
So, where did his colleagues in this organization get their cyber faith from? And why are they enshrining their phones in the company's little shrine? Is this some kind of gimmick to show that the company is following new trends and embracing diversity?
The last time the organization received this treatment was when it offered up a statue of Guan Yu overnight during a shootout with several gangs it was allies with.
A group of criminals paid tribute to an undercover anti-fraud center...
If the anti-fraud officers are truly watching from above, then let them resign immediately.
He clasped his hands together and made a sincere wish to the phone on the small table.
His colleagues nearby chattered excitedly: "See, I told you he believed in this, it's so effective!" "It must be an evil spirit that changed his birth chart, that's why his career is doing so well!" "Remember his posture, we should do it too, burning three incense sticks every day..."
Morofushi Kagemitsu pretended to be deaf, returned to his car expressionlessly, and prepared to drive to each of the negotiation targets one by one, referring to the list of targets.
While driving, his phone kept beeping with text message notifications, all from his colleagues trying to recruit him into their religion.
Enough! These people are beyond redemption. May divine lightning descend from the heavens to wash away their sins!
"Bang!"
"Boom!"
……Um? !
Isn't that a bit too accurate?!
They're in Hokkaido! Hokkaido! Why are they trying to cut through Tokyo? That's off track!
Driven by his sense of justice, the policeman wanted to brake and check the situation, but then a black SUV behind him suddenly started overtaking him on the congested road.
Unable to avoid being cut off by other vehicles, Morofushi Kagemitsu had no choice but to drive to a more secluded section of the road in order to avoid causing trouble for other cars, and was forced to play bumper cars on the highway.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Another new development?!
He frowned at the dent in the rearview mirror, having witnessed one or two BB pellets bouncing on the window. Then, he swerved, catching the car behind off guard and throwing the SUV straight into the roadside guardrail, knocking over the speed limit sign.
Wait, why does this scene look so familiar?
Forget it, now is not the time to think about this.
Just as Morofushi Kagemitsu was about to get out of the car to check, he was startled by another huge explosion.
It turned out that while they were racing, they had unknowingly driven to the location of the previous explosion. The two consecutive loud bangs threw the nearby commercial street into chaos.
Startled, Morobuchi Kagemitsu ran towards the SUV while preparing to call the police.
As soon as he finished entering the number, he found that the car was already empty, and the driver seemed to have escaped from the passenger seat.
That's not quite right.
He sensed something was amiss, and his finger, which was about to press the answer button, froze in mid-air.
He closed his phone again, leaned over to look at the driver's seat, and discovered a countdown bomb near the brake pedal! A large note was stuck to it:
Do not call the police!
Morofushi Kagemitsu glanced at the chaotic scene in the shopping street not far away and thought that even if he didn't call the police, someone else would, and then they would all be wiped out.
Moreover, even without calling the police, he could anonymously tip off a bomb disposal officer directly from a public phone booth, making it easy to dismantle the device.
Okay, let's say—
Hello, is this Matsuda? It's been a long time. By the way, I have a bomb here. When do you have time to come and defuse it? Ah, no rush, no rush, there are still two hours. You, you come on over, and you even bring something...
Of course, he wouldn't say that. But it's clear that a note can stop one person, but it can't stop a group of frightened people.
As he pondered why the driver had done that, his phone received a text message from Melo:
Bringing the bomb to the police station
Zhu Fujingguang: !!!
A note from the author:
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Jingguang: What a fulfilling day...
I've been reading jokes about Xida University for the past few days, and I've got some inspiration again! [doge][doge][doge]
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