Chapter 307 NO.70: He is good at gathering information

The pastor named Kamesh Johns is indeed right.

Not only did the call from the Purification Department not take too long, but it was also very urgent to ask him if he was free tomorrow and if he could come that evening.

This was also done vigorously and resolutely.

But Omer didn't have any objections.

After all, this is a commission that is far from dangerous, and it must be handled as quickly as possible.

He's been quite busy this month, with both the mid-month monster exhibition and the long-term agreement with Rudolf Symbol.

Unfortunately, there is no apparent reward for these two, but the potential benefits are higher.

However, the potential benefits are long-term and cannot solve immediate needs.

To gain the current sense of security, he figured he would take on more small commissions like this to earn extra money.

Or pay more attention to Penguin Logistics.

Regardless of the latter or the former, both can add some content to the firm's resume and facilitate the improvement of the firm's rating.

As for the rating of the mercenary itself, you still have to prepare for the exam.

It makes it seem like I have a lot of time... Omo sighed inwardly and looked at the message on the computer screen again.

It's not just the guys from the purification department who are very efficient, but also Rudolph the symbol.

The secret message from the emperor has been received. The message symbolized by Yuechi was sent in three stages. The one he received so far was the first stage. He looked at it briefly and then raised his hand to tap the terminal screen with his knuckles.

It was like knocking on the door, but the one who responded to the sound was not an electronic vampire who could be called the host for a long time, but a witch with a somewhat unhappy look on her face.

From the terminal light screen to the computer screen, all it takes is two doors opened by a little magic - and a pop-up window allowed by clicking on Ormo.

Digimon cannot run around freely when the computer protection software is operating normally, unless the computer user clicks permission.

This is the so-called permission pass.

Of course, breaking in by force is another matter.

The topic will also turn to the strength confrontation between software firewalls and Digimon.

Although there is indeed some confrontation between Omo and Witchmon, it is obviously from a psychological level. For now, it should be considered a happy cooperation...probably.

"It seems I have disturbed something." Homais said softly, because of the other party's undisguised displeasure.

Then the other party's hoarse voice came from the earphones:

"Wait until I see the information you want to process before I make a judgment."

In the establishment of the database that Omo simply and directly named as the "database", Witchmon is only responsible for filtering and classifying data, but even if she is not a professional intelligence worker, she will not have a little understanding of the data she handles.

It is true that most Digimon only care about whether the food is meat or vegetables, or whether it is fruit or mineral, and do not care about the data that makes up their food itself, but a caster who tries to analyze the data itself to gain permission will indeed be concerned about a certain person.

Some pieces of data have been studied very deeply.

Based on this, Witchmon is quite adaptable to this job.

In his free time, Omo surfed the Internet and ran the crawler software at the same time. When he saw any interesting information, he would pick it up. The information he received from other 'informants' would be thrown to the witch at a fixed time.

Animal handling.

Well, fixed time.

It not only allows the other party to develop a stable working state, but also facilitates the Witchmon's time arrangement.

Omo is very busy here, and the Digital World where Witchmon is in is not completely idle.

It would be better to say that Witchmon is actually quite busy. It is the same type as Arisuko. It spends its days doing magic (coding) studies and magic (data) experiments.

There are local data in the digital world, and there are also data that Omo threw to her, which come from the ever-changing human network environment and have their own codes.

But there will also be emergencies like the current one that require her to prioritize sorting out this set of data.

It feels quite like being sent a WeChat message by your boss to work overtime outside of working hours, and you will naturally feel unhappy.

Although Omer understood it very well, he obviously would not 'let go' of the other party because of this.

The classification and organization of some data is a race against time. Understanding it just a little bit in advance may change the entire plan.

"It's quite interesting. I'm relieved."

An entire folder was split into several documents, and the pop-up window in the lower right corner also proved that the database had been filled with new data. Witchmon's efficiency was very high, and the result was given in just five minutes.

During this time, Omo just glanced at the "Hall of Return to Origin", which looked as dead as a class group, and then turned to look at the messages on Line.

I also saw Qianming asking him if he had anything new and interesting.

This person's anger in the past two days seemed to be fake. Not long after Omer's apology was sent, it was covered up by the other party in a joking tone, and then he was like this now, like a normal person, uttering some alien words.

Why do you say it's an alien language?

Because Bize also sent a similar message not long ago.

It seems that he can't bear the boredom of thinking about the staff, and he really hopes that Omer will take him to have fun.

You can tell it's because David has been very busy recently and doesn't have time to play with him.

Edge Runner's office is much more prosperous than Omo's office.

However, Omo also clearly promised to take Bize to the monster exhibition in the middle of the month. Now it seems...

He couldn't even wait ten days.

I thought that the commission from God's Blessing Music Class would probably fit the two people's definition of fun, but Omer still felt that he should play games.

And it's time for her to continue her tour of famous mountains and rivers.

It's not surprising that I met Zofya last week, Lucia this week, and maybe Goyanskaya next week - this is not surprising at all! For that Mr.Cb

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I thought so, but after briefly reading the information, Omer changed hands and sent it to CB.

At first glance, the information is not very eye-catching, but it can add an option to that person - just go and investigate.

The emperor wants to distribute Yue Chi's symbolic information in three parts, and this is the first part. It is not surprising that there is no evidence that can directly prove that he has violated the law.

It's strange that Witchmon would be relieved by something like this.

"You had a conflict with him?"

Looking back from the chat box, Omer looked at the witch who was still on the desktop and did not leave immediately.

"Do I have to answer you?"

"Of course not, we are in an equal relationship."

Witchmon nodded: "Then I'm leaving."

"Go slowly, don't send me away."

"You'd better give it away."

That's really not possible. Omer has not yet mastered the ability to come and go in the digital world like a beast tamer.

But he really didn't expect the Witchmon to leave so simply.

If there is nothing wrong, why wait until you see someone to say something before leaving?

To say hello?

Omo didn't feel that the relationship between the other party and him had suddenly become so close.

Does that mean you were asked that question on purpose and then choked yourself?

It makes no sense, that attitude can already explain the answer. Omo has already listed and eliminated in his mind the "possible areas of conflict between Witchmon and Yuechi".

Then the other party is trying to create this kind of thinking?

A Digimon that has degenerated into a dead otaku, and a human entrepreneur, the intersection of the two...

bang bang…

A sudden knock on the door made Omo take off his earphones.

"Come in."

"Master, the time has come." Bourbon pushed open the door and stuck his head out.

Indeed, Omo glanced at the time on his computer. It was eight-twenty in the morning, which was exactly the time to go to the God's Blessing Music Class for an appointment and review.

"...Then let's go." He replied, raising his hand and quickly typing a few words on the terminal light screen.

Enterprise data

digital monster

Select old dogs

Baalmon...?
Chapter completed!