Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 514 NO.97 There is nothing in the dream (22)

Putting aside mercenary work, the usual early commissions of a firm are like the ancient private detectives, starting with kittens and puppies.

Or even no delegation at all.

After all, for ordinary trivial matters, such as finding a cat or a dog, you usually don’t consider which serious organization to issue a commission for.

It’s enough to post some inspiration for finding cats and expand it online.

It's not that they wouldn't think of asking a firm for help, but that firms at this stage usually don't have a good reputation.

As for more advanced commissions, such as finding lost elderly people and lost children - everyone's first choice is to contact the police, not the office.

Admittedly, this is also related to the regional style.

Just like the police in Anmei District will not be asked about this kind of problem. Over there, mercenaries and detectives are more trustworthy than the police.

But this kind of appearance is obviously not popular in Jiemen District, so Linton Office has not received a decent small commission so far.

Only the director, like an insurance salesman, recommended himself several times to find himself a commission.

Or maybe there was a guy who was very attached to Jakura and came to give him a job because of his popularity among a specific group.

They are all quite special, and the levels of the commissions themselves are all B-level or even above.

This allowed a mercenary firm that had just opened its business less than half a year to accumulate a brief but amazing resume.

Anyone who sees the work history of Linton & Associates would hardly regard it as a newly opened small firm, let alone issue a small commission to it.

That's pretty bad...for Omer.

Although specializing in high-end business is also a common route, high-end business is not that common.

Not to mention that the high-end business cake has already been divided by several large mercenary groups, and the remaining spoonfuls are also grabbed by A-level firms, and the scale and reputation of those A-level firms are not independent.

Small entrepreneurial firms can compare.

This is very cool.

This road is not feasible, he still has to develop normally, and unlike many people, he does not despise those small commissions, and even looks forward to them.

After all, this is considered a professional counterpart.

He's pretty good at finding pets and people.

Since I was a child, I have often helped neighbors in exchange for some gratitude materials (referring to pastries, vegetables and meat, and even invitations to birthday parties), and even helped adults who were not in harmony to pay attention to the recent situation of their partner. In the end, the frustrated woman

She almost gave him an adult kiss and drove the car from the kindergarten to the high-speed biological corridor.

But Omo had abided by the law since he was a child and did not give the other party any chance to smelt copper.

Little Omer has no chance of being with his little boy, unless there is some chance to bring him back to his childhood.

It's best not to have that kind of thought, even if his responsible mother might be able to come up with a similar medicine one day - it's better to say that it's because of this that she can't even think about it.

In short, without further ado, there was an opportunity before him that reminded him of his childhood. He had to think about whether this would be a once-in-a-lifetime commission from the Linton Firm. However, no matter what the answer was, the result would be the same.

This is a job he found himself, and he should execute it without hesitation.

so--

"I heard you were looking for me?"

Once soaring in the computer world under the name of Valplan, now flying in the sky under the name of Justice, the black-and-red-painted fighter plane swooped in from high altitude and turned into a giant in the storm caused by the emergency stop.

The black-haired man jumped down.

"Yes, Mr. Justice."

The iron plate like an umbrella resisted the strong wind and protected the witch and police officer on the side. The young man closed the umbrella and held out a knife, which turned into a bracelet hidden in his sleeve.

This unrecognizable ordinary suit is obviously not the reimbursement promised by Shuaiya, it is just a temporary replacement.

"I need your help."

"Although this is our first official meeting, are you too polite?"

"It's just our first meeting to be polite, but that's not the point right now."

"Yes, I heard that the information you sent me before was also found by the target?"

"Indeed, he is an undoubted hero and our teammate."

"Then let's go. Do you two want to come together?"

"Uh, I..."

"ah?"

"Neither of them need to go." cut off the two people's answers, and Omo took a step forward. In this step, his body transformed into a ferocious demon that was nearly three meters tall.

"It's just us, or rather, myself."

"Huh?" He was not afraid of the other party's ferocious appearance. When he came to this world, he was just Jestis who woke up in Chaldea. He must have developed a strong enough acceptance ability.

But even so, he still felt that he must emphasize the information he knew:

"I heard it was a whole world, although it should be collapsing now."

He felt that even if he kept flying and searching as the Wings of Justice (the name of the fighter plane), he might not be able to find the other party.

The more people who can help with the search, the better, but Homais was so sure that he even said something like "myself".

But when he looked at the other party's terrifying face that should have no eyes visible, he did feel a sense of madness...

and confidence.

On top of the tower made of arrogance and confidence, there was a silver-black demon entrenched, overlooking the hesitant man in front of the tower.

"Just clear the way for me, Mr. Justice."

"I have an idea and I need a quick test."

——

"What you say is no different from that of Elise, Shi Huaiya, do humans become more and more like each other as they get along?"

Looking up at the demon who didn't even enter the cockpit, but grabbed the corners of the fighter plane and was carried straight into the sky, Witchmon sighed softly with both hands on the broom.

The latter, who was asked after she sighed, turned his head in surprise:

"Eh? You think I'm human?"

"?Aren't you?" Witchmon was also a little confused, once again doubting the definition of human knowledge he knew.

"Of course! Well, it's just that when I first came to this world, many people called me demi-human or something like that."

"It's just a title." Witchmon didn't care about it.

Digimon always have the suffix "mon" attached to them, and even someone like her, who looks like a young woman, is still used to being called "Witchmon".

"Indeed, but the race is still human. Oh, no matter. Let's go back and talk first. Don't worry about Omo."

Shi Huaiya shook her head, her tail behind her wagging unhappily.

"Always interrupting others shows a lot of fake politeness."

"I think my partner might be doing it for your own good, judging from the expression on your face just now that you wanted to take a look."

"There's no danger. My work here has been completed."

"I think, the new world you described before... is as bad as the deserted area in the dark area."

"Oops?"

"There are no people, no Digimon, and no life. There is only scorched earth. It is the remaining land after Great Drakumon fought with the Gods. Because there is nothing, it is often used to exile sinners. I heard that they were exiled

Sinners who go there will quickly go crazy."

"..."

"Looking at your expression, you seem to be able to understand this kind of torture."

"It's not that I understand, I just can imagine it. Forget it, just think he is doing it for me. Let's go back to the bar!"

——

Free from hidden forums, black markets, illegal activities on the dark web and economic service accounts, deeply immersed in the world and the deep web where academic media records are located, the nascent world has not yet enjoyed the blessings given to it by the online world, but it is already facing the umbilical cord.

A dead end for cutting.

It is not deserted, but has diverse terrain, rich vegetation, and numerous buildings. It is like a gloomy rain falling in a new world where the earth has been reproduced.

A certain Metronian who looks like aquatic products, and seems to be just like aquatic products, but moves quickly in the rain, is still sleepwalking.

It is indeed sleepwalking.

When the spirit is out of the body, the body is still sleeping, while the spirit is being pulled into action in the active state of deep consciousness.

When your body is actually dreaming and it feels like a dream, then it is a dream!

And the sleepwalking Metronites were still wandering around the city in the rain, running, shouting for the presence of anyone.

No one responded.

And when his view was blocked by countless buildings, he couldn't even see the horizon...

It is constantly shrinking.

The world will be small.
Chapter completed!