Du Linbiao has been in the organization for so long, and he can tell with just a little attention to his personality and remarks.

Rum felt that the second-year disease was more or less different from ordinary people, and Dulinbiao was sometimes very helpful.

This time, the man in the middle division is indeed not very kind, but what he does is also good for the organization.

Then he would fool him quietly, as long as Du Linbiao gave up on his investigation, his grandfather would not be able to say much.

Du Linbiao stood in front of the familiar conference room again. But this time, he was not here to be recognized by others.

Before entering the door, my grandfather gave my grandson a gun and said concisely: "Kill him."

Grandpa also guessed Rum’s plan, but his grandson knew best that there was a difference between Du Linbiao and the ordinary second-in-year disease of justice, especially in the past two years, his style of conduct is somewhat similar to his.

In the conference room, the middle-parted man sat on a chair, his behavior looked calm, but his face turned pale.

As a diligent and powerful employee, he has no background and is naturally a little hostile to those related parties who squeeze their resources. Moreover, Du Linbiao is a man who is not good at speaking and acts arrogantly. The masked man pretends to be mysterious and deserves a beating when he sees it.

In addition, the last time he returned to the conference room, the man in the middle group accidentally heard Du Linbiao's remarks trying to persuade the anti-undercover agent. So after returning, when submitting the solution to the Scottish incident to his superiors, he wrote "let these two relatives take the blame" into the plan to make up the numbers.

Unexpectedly, it passed.

Rum next to him was very calm. After all, no matter what happened, he was not the one who died.

According to the draft he had written before, he said that he would give Du Linbiao some compensation.

This was originally a preparation for Du Linbiao to deal with the middle-class man.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, Du Linbiao suddenly interrupted: "Then give me a code name." He glanced at the white-faced man, "I want to be a formal member."

Grandpa's face turned green.

This cannot be considered compensation at all, because Du Linbiao cannot join the organization, mainly because he is stuck.

In front of others, he could only stare at Du Linbiao and warn: "You think about it seriously."

"Think about it," said Dulinbiao. "I want the code name for Scotch whiskey."

"..." Gin, who was standing aside, subconsciously hooked her fingers. She felt like she smelled the breath of a traitor, but unfortunately there was no evidence.

Others felt awkward when they heard this, but they didn't think Du Linbiao would really betray the organization.

After all, this young man has been in a row for several years, facing his grandfather’s opposition, and came to the organization to shine freely, regardless of wind and rain. The tasks he chose were also handled neatly.

Moreover, what Du Linbiao said before was to influence Scotland, rather than joining the police.

...It can only be said that he was a second-year patient who was deceived by the cunning police.

Although grandpa's face was not good, Rum was in a good mood and his subordinates were saved. He could still see that guy who was relying on his seniority and was defeated.

He smiled and mediated: "It is a good thing for young people to have their own ideas. In fact, even if they don't give Shinji a name, what he does is no different from that of a formal member. Instead of letting him run around, such as being deceived by the police like this time, it's better to arrange a few fixed partners for him."

My grandfather said before that he would not interfere and would not regret it.

Seeing him silent, Rum turned to Doolingbiao again: "But the code name 'Scotch whiskey' is not good. It has been registered by the police. We will not use the abandoned code name in the short term. The adult will send you the appropriate code name later."

"Okay." Du Linbiao looked very easy to talk about today.

After agreeing, he looked at the middle-score man who had relaxed a lot: "On the afternoon of March 19, is you the other person in the private room of the Gutu City Hotel?"

The middle-submit man who escaped the disaster nodded and wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere.

Before he could open his mouth and a gunshot sounded, the bullet penetrated his head and exploded with a cluster of blood.

Rum frowned and flashed to the side, and his subordinates' blood and brains splattered onto his teacup.

Du Linbiao looked at the corpse without any fluctuation and thought that this was indeed a very capable member of the organization.

...It's a pity that he is not.

If you think about it carefully, it is more in line with his expectations for himself than being a ruthless murder machine in black clothes.

Grandpa didn't know what his grandson was thinking and saw him still following his instructions, so he laughed happily.

Du Linbiao ignored him and looked at Rum with a gloomy expression on the other side: "You have also said that what I did is no different from the official membership and only compensated for one code name. It seems insincere that this person is going to deal with me, your words should be counted."

"..." Rum twitched his brow as he heard his stiff respect.

All the subordinates are dead. At this time, I say that I don’t keep my word. Could it be that people can survive again?

This family is really annoying. If it weren't for the money of 100 million, there was the technology of making high-end instruments in Yidiandian...

Rum didn't say anything, got up and left with his men.

...

After Du Lindao had the code name, Shiraishi's life was not much different from the past. He just spent his days, saved money for the system, saved money for the system...

In the middle, I would occasionally go out to find a treasure or get some guide for Du Linbiao.

Of course, the strategies are all about the criminals using guns to force him to think, and Ban also used guns to force him to force him to use guns. Shiraishi himself is still a good citizen who abides by the law.

However, this kind of thinking may be able to fool the laws of another world, but there is something wrong with the system.

After finally saving enough money, Shiraishi, with a rare excitement in a few years, gathered in front of the light screen with the Q-version assistant and tried to study this new gold finger, but the binding program was stuck at the moral and ideological review step.

The review failed and the binding failed.

Shiraishi: "..." It seems that grandpa's educational methods are not completely ineffective for adults.

The Q version assistant looked at the screen dumbly. After a while, he looked up at Shiraishi again.

After a while, she took the bubbles that were changing back and forth between [!] and [?], and took another step back...

Then he was patted by Shiraishi and grabbed it back, with a cool tone:

"To be honest, if you make the time and space shuttle device stronger, or do the early warning device well, or add a function such as automatic landing when there is insufficient energy, and then prepare more emergency funds... How could I fall to the point where I have no system for more than ten years, and be arrested by the strange old man and brainwashed to the point where I was evaluated as "not a good person"?"

There were too many pots smashed over, and the Q version assistant's eyes became honestly turned into two plates of mosquito coils.

But she vaguely remembered that Shiraishi's original moral thinking review was also a mistake...

"Oh... I understand. You are the kind of system that leads the host to another world, watches him fall, and enjoys it. What you need is not saving people, nor money, but those messy negative energy. The so-called binding system is just a scam, otherwise why would even have a good contract suddenly broken? Is it intentional to play with people first and then make people desperate? "

The Q version assistant rubbed the bubbles with weak chirping: [We are not], [We do not], [We are serious system]…

"Can you just throw me away with a serious system?" Shiraishi snorted coldly and let go of his hand.

The Q version assistant let out a small sigh of silence, and did not dare to run away, relying on Shiraishi's solemn expression to find a solution.

But in the end, the solution was still what the "heartbroken" host thought of.

"Do you have that kind of memory extraction, or conveyor device or something?" Shiraishi thought for a while, "I remember when I first came over, I remembered the previous thing in a few days in chronological order..."

The Q-version assistant raised his head, and a lit light bulb jumped out of the top of his head.
Chapter completed!