Chapter 131 What I really plan to accomplish

20 minutes later, a bar in the South District of Foreign Land.

"Okay! Cheers to the great victory in this step-by-step operation!"

"Cheers."xN

There are high-spirited tones, flat tones, even perfunctory tones, and even some people don't respond at all, which very intuitively shows the appearance of Marginal Runner Agency but the confusion.

"How could such a great victory come about? We didn't directly get back the client's belongings."

"Isn't this too dangerous? Who knows if there is a back-up to things like monsters disappearing suddenly? I've been editing a lot of monster-related videos recently. Monsters that disappear suddenly are quite annoying."

"But it usually doesn't last more than one episode, so we decide quickly."

"Forced the monster out, and asked the consultant to confirm and explain the source and weakness. This is considered a complete victory! How about a quick victory? Can we really deal with the monster? Let's see if the client plans to continue recruiting people. Anyway,

It’s hard for us to deal with..."

"Who called the person who came to support the team? Mann, we are not cooperating with Rhode Island, are we?"

"The black wolf from Penguin Logistics must have been called by Omo, otherwise it would be really difficult to leave in the end. The monster is too conspicuous."

Looks similar but looks different, or is it a distinct personality?

Holding the wine glass, Ao silently stirred up the fire element, quietly and incompletely burning it in the wine glass.

At the same time, he observed his surroundings.

The short-haired woman sitting on the left side of David, with a cold expression, but nodding towards him at the beginning, was another cyber hacker in the team, David's girlfriend Miss Lucy.

Not to mention Rebecca on the right side of David, the tall and sturdy woman sitting with Mann, who seemed to have a very close relationship, was the team's second-in-command, Dorio.

Then there was Qi Wei, who was staying in a certain corner like herself. After taking off her mask, she looked surprisingly plain...

One of the joys of Omer's observation was to make the faces of these people correspond to his vague understanding one by one, and to make them clear. Unfortunately, he had originally planned to watch as an observer, but the topic of the party inevitably raised questions.

On the body.

"By the way, Omer, it's really thanks to you this time. I will increase the proportion of your contribution later."

Compared with the smooth investigation on the other side, Omo, the hero of the near miss here, will naturally be patted on the shoulder several times by the big brother of the firm, and he will be introduced to the members of the firm one by one——

——Although these were all confirmed by Omer early on.

Edge Runner is a more traditional mercenary team-type firm. Omer once heard David say that the original team was called Cyberpunk with many members. It wanted to develop in the direction of a mercenary team, but later a certain

After some unforgettable events, a group of people arrived here.

Certain concepts also changed, and finally there was a firm in the Gate District. The original name was Edgerunner, but after Mann saw a horse race, it was changed to 'Edge Runner'.

Counting the director of the office, the team currently only has six people in total.

It can be described as family-style nepotism.

I heard that there was a driver named Falco who David missed very much, but since he didn't come here either, it wouldn't be easy to curse him to his death, right?

Although death is not the only solution to time travel, David's statement is a bit preconceived.

From what Omer knows, the people in this mercenary team can be said to be the chosen ones.

Because generally those who travel through death travel through souls, and the healing effect like time and space retrieval is unique. What kind of system can be used, and the plug-in can only be said to be cyberpsychosis, or being trapped by some mental fraud organization.

Already.

These days, the systems that specifically deceive time-travelers have been tailor-made to focus on the preferential treatment and benefits for time-travelers. Some people have even made several life systems look decent, tailor-made to create player-type cyberpsychosis. So far, there have been cases every year.

The new den was destroyed, and it was almost jokingly called the police department's industry chain for making meritorious deeds.

Download the anti-fraud program as soon as possible.

So normally, in this situation where most of the team members have died, they are destined to have some soul-piercing elements. Looking at these guys now, they are all alive and kicking - it feels a bit like a gathering place for European emperors.

However, Omo is not a person who is psychologically unbalanced due to good or bad luck, so he naturally exchanged polite words with these people, and was even toasted by everyone. Rebecca even took the opportunity to drink several drinks, but

He also showed off the fancy functions of his prosthetic arm in a drunken manner, and made a guest appearance as a unique girl, which attracted Mann's laughter, David's happy laughter, and the cheering laughter of several others.

It's quite a warm yet subtle atmosphere.

Lively, but not particularly lively, even hiding a bit of complexity.

Homais, who had a "tremendous drinking capacity" that exceeded everyone's expectations, continued to watch their group without blushing or panting.

It can be seen that while they are indeed happy, they are also a little sad, as if they are thinking of something special at the same time.

This made Omer suddenly remember that Rebecca should have a brother who could correspond to a certain funny character that David had mentioned when he mentioned the past.

I don’t know if it matches...

At that time, Omer only thought that when such a character came to the Federation, he might go to the bureau first, but whether he really came or not, he couldn't ask more questions.

Now that I think about it, there might be some other reasons.

Obviously, this team seems to have other regrets besides a certain Falco who has not traveled through time. But he is not a member of this team, so he cannot comment too much. He just welcomes the goodwill of this team until the end of the celebration.

At the end, Rebecca, who was fast asleep, was lying in Lucy's arms. Lucy was whispering something to David, and glanced at Omer from time to time. Omer pretended that he could not hear David's words to Lucy.

'Action report'.

Mann and Dorio left the table midway and went somewhere unknown, while Qiwei continued to sit in the corner playing with the terminal, seemingly raising a pet Digimon.

The atmosphere in this team is much more natural at this time, making the previous awkwardness seem like an illusion.

David soon noticed it, said goodbye to everyone, and asked: "Are you leaving? Then I will give you a ride."

Good one, give me a ride...

He spoke the language of Anmei District, but the translated semantics still made Omer silent for a moment. He looked at Lucy, who was waving gently towards him, and Rebecca, who had a snot-filled nose in her arms, and then looked at Chao.

Qiwei, who nodded her head, also nodded slightly.

It is true that although Mann is the leader of the mercenary team.

But David is also a successor who enjoys support and support. Behind his actions are the eyes of his teammates, and he also represents their expectations.

In other words, at this moment he was sending himself away on their behalf.

After experiencing a pretty good cooperation, he had no reason to refuse such an overture.

"good."

So he and David walked out of the box of this exotic bar together. They walked on the same path with guests and employees with subhuman, bionic, and human characteristics, and then turned out of the crowd in front of the fork in the road.

"It must be quite uncomfortable for you, right?"

Walking out of the bar, facing the sunlight that should have been available at this point, David suddenly opened his mouth and looked at Omer aside.

He saw the other person's nod.

There was also an answer that was in line with the other party's usual style: "But you have to get used to it. This is still ideal. You and Mann should have said a lot for me."

"Well, isn't this a matter of course?" David scratched his head. When he was getting along with Omer and Bize, he would always temporarily take off the mask of being a team leader, showing the youth that a young man should have.

Astringent, and with the necessary vitality, "And the main thing is that Mann asked everyone not to embarrass you, saying that you are a very special mercenary guy."

"Have you ever felt melancholy after you have relieved yourself of the burden of being a leader?"

A slightly dangerous question, that is, he would not think too much about the friendship between him and David.

"No, on the contrary, I breathed a long sigh of relief." David showed obvious melancholy at this moment, walking with Omer on the foreign streets, scanning the foreign scenery.

There was still a lingering smell of alcohol on his body, his throat twitched, his lips moved slightly, pursed slightly, and bit lightly.

All these can prove that the other party is in some kind of sadness, reminding Omo of the sadness of the horse-eared monster.

But those were two different kinds of sorrow. At least at this moment, he knew that David was just worried.

And there is no need for him to pry, the alcohol and his own feelings are enough to make the other party talkative.

"I used to feel that everything happened too suddenly, whether it was the matter of Mann and Dorio, or the matter of me supporting Cyberpunk..." It didn't matter that there were many pedestrians on the street where the two of them were walking.

, David took the initiative to speak.

Without mentioning the story of the original world in more detail, he only mentioned the exhaustion, numbness, and heavy pressure he felt at that time when he was forced to support the organization.

Sometimes even sleep requires a special injection of additives. Occasionally, I receive encouragement from teammates, admiration from newcomers, and expectations from friends. It is such a tangled mixture of joy and sorrow.

There can be many reasons for a person to give up his rights, but for David, he likes the days when everyone is around and the feeling of working under Mann, and this is enough.

At the end of the conversation, the two of them were already standing at the station. Compared with the outer scenery of the exotic station, there were only a few more floating cars. The bigger difference was that there were more passengers who did not conceal their weapons.

Among these people, Omer, who was just carrying a briefcase, looked quite ordinary.

It's a pity that the weapons in the briefcase were not used.

David, who was beside Omo, didn't notice this and was a little embarrassed: "Sorry, I said a lot of my own things."

"I'm used to observing, and I'm also keen on listening. If you have anything else you want to say in the future, feel free to come to me," Omer chuckled, "I won't tell anyone else."

This is not an excuse. After all, in my early years of working part-time, I often listened to complaints from colleagues and even children who were dissatisfied with family matters.

They are all things that are inconvenient to reveal.

"Of course, you can also go to Bize. Despite his inconspicuous appearance, he has no problem keeping secrets from his friends. It's just that if it were him, he would probably talk about it as a brother's father's love."
To be continued...