Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 658: New friends

The file expressed considerable excitement about the return of Sakiya and me. Although the mercenary organization behind her handled the incident involving the whisperer somewhat ambiguously, the goodwill they released was in Europe and America. The most mysterious organization. And the file himself holds an extremely firm attitude towards cooperating with our whisperers. I think a critical weapon might add a lot of points to such firm cooperation, but it is not the whole reason. No matter what the reason is, she will always be on our side, whether it is human relations, credibility, or persistence in the outlook on life, I am happy to see it happen. Maybe there will be a day in the future when we will become enemies fighting each other, but I hope that time comes as soon as possible.

Although we have been happily working together so far, I don’t have enough confidence in how long this cooperation will last. Because we always belong to different organizations, and even the ultimate goals are too different. I had thought about the possibility that the file would join the Whisperer, but I can't think of a reason for her joining the Whisperer. So, when I think of the day in the future, I can't help but take the initiative to draw a barrier between the two of us.

Even when we were hugging, I still never thought of letting the friendship between the two parties ferment and become more intimate.

"I won't die before you die." The only thing I can say to her is this. Although in the environment at this time, it is just a joke, but in my heart, But it is very serious.

——So, you must not die too early, if you can. Please stay alive until I kill you.

"Really indifferent." The file couldn't listen to my most real thoughts. It is also impossible to detect this emotion hidden deep in the cold body when touching the prosthetic body controlled by the brain hardware. Although she said that I was "cold", from the perspective of her movements and expressions, it was nothing more than a joke-because I have never looked at the atmosphere and said something moving.

The file patted my back vigorously again. After we separated, Jung, who had been waiting for us to finish speaking, used his unique flat and waveless tones into the conversation.

"I'm sorry, I can't stop them from making things difficult." Although it was an apologetic, the straightforward and soft voice couldn't hear too many emotional ups and downs. It is still so drowsy, "However, I don't think they have the ability to make things difficult for you. However, your ability still surprised these people."

"Are you always on the sidelines?" I asked, staring at him calmly.

"Yes. Although I don’t know what is going on in the 51st District, the people on my side cannot assess the upper limit of your ability. However, this is not a bad thing for us." Jung also calmly agreed with I looked at each other. "The 51st District agreed to reserve a good place for us."

"What's a good position?" I asked back.

"Ghost cards should occupy a good position." Jung said: "At least we will not be thrown out as cannon fodder."

"Do you think we should be grateful to each other?" I asked again.

"The point is not here." Jung still said calmly, "This is an attitude. Even if we have the ability to turn our faces, but if we don't plan to turn our faces directly, we still have to worry about the other's attitude, right?"

"Yes." I nodded, expressing my attitude in an indifferent tone, "You are right. But. Is there any substantial help for what you want to do?"

"Perhaps." Jung dismissed it and said, "Who knows how effective his preparation is before the opportunity comes? But it is always good to be more prepared. And. I don’t think you would mind. Otherwise. You should have another approach, don’t you? Mr. Gao Chuan."

"Okay, don't talk about these fait accommodating boring things." The file smiled and pulled me away from the other group of people, "I will introduce you to a companion for some time in the future."

Jung did not stop him, watching me being pulled away by the file, and walking towards the circle of the 51st District Representative, Father Xi Sen, Zihuo and Long Aotian. The conversation between me and him did not clearly describe the matter. People who were not clever enough listened and were determined to be confused. However, he and I knew what the other party and I were talking about, and the file also understood. Jung and I are a little bit tit-for-tat. It seems that there is a crack in the cooperative relationship, but in fact, this crack has always existed, and it has not expanded or shrunk because of what has already happened. Whether I, the file, or Jung, it is clear that our cooperation originally existed like this.

Jung has his own plan, and he doesn’t shy away from showing it in front of me. However, his always calm and unwavering attitude makes it difficult to be sure. Is this straightforward attitude hiding some kind of trap? I think he has a deep mind. He is not so much a fighter as a civilian official who manages the fighters-even though he already has the status of a senior government official. Compared with all the officials in the 51st District I met in this base, such as the representative of the 51st District on the opposite side, he was more full of the taste of planning at his desk and being good at solving problems through political means.

The people in the 51st District are full of military style, which feels a bit incompatible with Jung's style. I think that Jung’s being inserted in the 51st district must make people in the 51st district feel uncomfortable, but what makes them even more uncomfortable must be Jung’s style and skill in dealing with things, just like in his heart. There is a nail, although it doesn't get in the way at ordinary times, but it always feels that it will get in the way at a critical moment, but it can't be pulled out by normal methods.

"He's very tricky, isn't he?" After Jung left, the file suppressed the smile on his face and said to me: "He is the kind of person who swims in the system, different from us. ."

"If everyone follows the rules, of course he will be great." I said, "However, not everyone likes to follow the rules."

"People who don't follow the rules will become public enemies." The file said very solemnly: "Do you really intend to stand on the opposite side of everyone?"

"If we don't do that, we will never have a chance." I nodded slowly and looked at the tower where the mental integration device should be stored. Say: "I want to get the ownership of that thing."

The file smiled bitterly, and was silent for a while. Reluctantly said: "Well, who told you to whisper is our employer? Our cooperation will continue until the new order of the organization is issued."

"After the organization's new order is issued, you can tear up the cooperation contract?" I asked.

"No, my team is hired by you, and cooperation with the organization and you are two different things." File said: "Our cooperation contract, unless within the statute of limitations. My team and I have been killed, Otherwise, it will continue. However, it is only for our team. Therefore, if you encounter an unreasonable employer..." She shrugged and said, "You can only work hard. Although it is a bit cruel, but, This is a mercenary. To me. This ethics is the aesthetics of a mercenary."

"Don't worry, I will try my best not to let you lose your life easily." I can understand the meaning of the file, but I can't fully understand why she persists like this. However, not disgusted. If the issue of life and death is placed at the highest position in life, then this kind of aesthetics is undoubtedly stupid, but. Perhaps for files, this is more important than life. I made a calm promise to her like this.

"It sounds unreliable, and I don't like putting hope on other people." said the file. But he patted my shoulder, "But. It's good to keep a little look forward."

That's the end of this topic. The file brought Sakiya and me in front of five people, all of whom represented the mysterious organizations that were wooed by Rongela. If only judging from the current number of people, this force is already equivalent to the combination of District 51, Father Xi Sen, Zihuo, and Long Aotian. However, the combat effectiveness of the organizational form is not calculated by the strength of a single person. The five people in front represent five mysterious organizations, plus the whisperers represented by Sakiya and I, and the file team, plus Jung’s own direct power, against the mystery that is second only to the Doomsday Shinrikyo in Europe and America. Organizations may not be evenly matched. Of course, the organizations affiliated to the fire escape did not put all their power on this base. However, even if the friendly organizations that have been cooperating with them, their potential power is still very large, plus the 51st District is the base of this base. Owner. The union of us gathered by Jung obviously fell behind.

Among the mysterious organization that reached a cooperation agreement with Jung, the File Squad does not fully represent the mercenary organization behind it. Although, at present, this mysterious organization maintains a default attitude towards the choice of files, but it is inevitable. It is not a performance that may be out of the question at any time. In addition, our Whisperers and the Magical Girls are not, or cannot be completely regarded as mysterious organizations in Europe and America. With his unique and mysterious background, Kewpie has reached a closer partnership with Jung than our Whispers. However, The nature of its team is also destined, and its position is as ambiguous as ours.

At this time, it was Puella Magi Madoka who stood here as the representative of the Puella Magi, and Kewpie squatted on her shoulders as always. When this young female high school student saw me and the file, although her expression was a little nervous, there was an active expression in her eyes when she saw acquaintances. Although nothing good happened when our two teams encountered each other, they did not develop into irreversible hostility. This girl always seemed to like to think of this uncertain relationship for the better.

"Taka, Mr. Takakawa, we meet again." The magical girl Madoka hurriedly saluted me.

"Yes, hasn't it been a while since the last meeting?" I said. Her generous gifts made people feel as if they hadn't seen her in a long time.

"Hey." Madoka Magical Girl punched her head and smiled embarrassedly.

"Mr. Gao Chuan, you are late, and I always see you at the last minute every time." Chobe seemed to greet him in a different way, "Does the necklace work?"

"Thank you for your concern." I said this calmly and indifferently. This weird creature, which is a hybrid between a cat and a rabbit, is not as friendly to humans. After all, its origin and purpose are too complicated.

"Well, the magical girls have met several times. Gao Chuan, I will introduce you to the other four friends." The file walked to the other three and turned his head to say to me. Among the four, the male and female are exactly half and half. They have been watching me. Although there is a sense of scrutiny, they are not malicious. Even the eyes of the two women are very gentle, as if they are really looking at friends. generally.

"This is Bach." The file pointed at a gentle young man with eyes. The European's code name comes from his favorite symphony master. His identity in normal society is a scholar. Became a professor at a university in Einland County, 27 years old this year. I just obtained a PhD in sociology, and I already had a PhD in computer and philosophy before. By the standards of a normal society, he is a veritable genius. The mysterious organization to which he belongs also has a fairly formal identity in normal society-an electronic information research institution listed in a university.

Bach's eyes brightened after the introduction of the file. He seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by the file. The file pointed to another male representative and said, "This is a magician."

The magician snapped his fingers without a hint of firework, and a rose appeared in his hand. He leaned slightly and handed the rose to Sakuya beside me gracefully: "Beautiful lady. I see in you the same beauty as this rose. Please allow me to dedicate it to you." Despite his The tone and action are very chic, even if the lines and actions are like plots in novels and movies, they don't appear pretentious, but when contrasted with his figure, they can't help but make people laugh. Because this magician is a fat man. The tuxedo magician's gown was worn on him, highlighting the weight of his bloated figure.

This fat magician has an Asian face, but he is indeed a member of an orthodox European and American mysterious organization. His ancestors have settled in Europe and the United States two generations ago. He was a Japanese citizen before. The Principality annexed. But so far, his family has retained the custom of marrying Asians as wives. Like Bach, the magician is twenty-seven years old this year, which corresponds to his code name "Magician", his identity in a normal society. It's a street magician who is touring around the world. This is a family inherited profession that travels around the world. It is also a family tradition to improve family magic. The "magic" he uses is actually a "mysterious" normal social disguise, and the mysterious organization he represents is his family. This family does not have a fixed name, but everyone who knows this family is called the "Demon Clan." This is a name rich in oriental charm in occultism, but it has been accepted as a "local" by mysterious organizations in Europe and America.

Sakiya did not refuse the magician's flower offering, but while taking away the rose, the gray silk thread jumped from her wrist. The magician withdrew his hand like lightning, still with a smooth and polite smile, and said to her: "You're welcome." The jumping gray silk no longer moved forward, but circled the rose and twisted it into a ash. Cocoon just retracted Sakuya's body in this way. I could see very clearly that at that moment, Sakuya's gray silk did show signs of attack. However, apart from the magician, no one else showed the appearance of having discovered such signs. Maybe they didn’t notice it, maybe they did but didn’t want to say it, because this sudden conflict is mysterious. It's not uncommon in the world. Gifts delivered by mysterious holders are not always good things.

I took a look at Sakuya, and she shook her head. Although there is no direct connection, and she can't see her expression, I know that she said "nothing". The magician's flower is not a dangerous thing. I feel that Sakuya seemed to want to try Grey Silk's consciousness invasion effect again. However, the magician avoided it very keenly.

"If you are too enthusiastic, you can't always please a woman." The file calmed the atmosphere with a smile. However, Sakiya's movements and that strange costume and breath are still a bit dazzling. Although they didn't say anything, everyone else had a little caution in their attitudes.

"Let's go ahead~IndoMTL.com~ The file patted a chocolate-skinned woman on the shoulder," this is Pan. "

Pan used to work in the customs anti-drug department before joining the mysterious organization. His father is Spanish and his mother is from a tribe in Africa. In her view, these life experience information is not something worth keeping secret. Her origin is not as unique as the two men. The mysterious organization to which she belongs is only a small organization in the mysterious circle in Europe and America, but because of its insignificance, it has not been targeted by Doomsday Truth and has survived. , Even more moisturizing than some upper-grade mysterious organizations. She and her companions are more deeply connected with normal society than other mysterious organizations, and it can even be said that they can't be regarded as mysterious organizations. Although possessing some mysterious powers, in many cases, they are just living as ordinary social people. But why did such an organization participate in this action? Pan's answer was "Jung abducted them onto a thief boat as a senior government official in a normal society", but its authenticity cannot be proved.

"Finally, this is Dada, a doctor." The file held the hand of the last white woman and emphasized the word "doctor" to show her importance, "She is extremely A rare mystery holder of the healing class. Even in this place, not many people have this ability, but you need everyone’s help in combat.” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come. The starting point (m) is to vote for recommended votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)