A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 208 No Departure Today (Please Subscribe!!)
Hawke just remembered it too.

After all, the conversation between him and Gwen hasn't been very long in the past few days, and most of the time, Hawke was looking for reasons to shirk Gwen's request for a date.

It's all George's fault!
Hawke intends to tell Gwen that he is undercover, and George disagrees with life and death.

soon.

Hawk went down the stairs to the sixth floor and tried the security door in front of him.

Click.

The door opened.

Hawke raised his eyebrows, good guy, if I had known that the door was unlocked, I would be afraid of the stairs, and I wouldn't be afraid of being recognized by Gwen in the elevator just now.

……and many more.

Gwen!

sixth floor?

Hawke raised his eyebrows, thinking of Gwen who had just got out of the elevator on the sixth floor, he opened the security door and walked in.

Gwen's voice came from the innermost office.

"Dr. Dylan."

Gwen knocked on the door, and took her colleague Felicia to find Max Dillon, who had the entire office to himself. After opening the door, Max Dillon, who was frightened inside and had no place to rest his hands, slightly For a moment: "Isn't it the right time for us to come, Dr. Dillon?"

Glasses.

Simple and honest.

Can't speak, and stay alone again?

what!
Gwen seemed to think of something bad, and subconsciously closed the door again.

"No no no!"

Max Dillon came back to his senses, saw this, hurried over, and hurriedly said: "I was just sleeping, and you suddenly came, I was shocked, yes, I was sleeping."

He is not sleeping.

When Gwen came over just now, he was talking to Wesley, and when he heard Gwen's voice suddenly, he jumped up from the seat in fright, and then quickly signaled Wesley to hide quickly.

This is not.

Just as he watched Wesley hide just now, the unlocked door was pushed open.

"……All right."

Gwen and his colleague Felicia looked at each other, and they were not interested in knowing what Max Dylan was doing just now. They nodded and accepted the statement, and then said directly to Max Dylan: "Dr. Dillon, it's like this. Regarding the energy supply of our laboratory, Dr. Conners hopes..."

That's not the end of the story.

The phone on the desk jingled.

Max Dillon made an apologetic expression towards Gwen, walked over, and connected the phone: "Hi, I'm Max Dillon!"

The other end of the phone is logistical: "We don't have a dispatch mission today."

Max Dylan was slightly taken aback: "No, today is Friday, how could you..."

The logistics said directly: "No, it's not, it's cancelled."

Done.

The logistics staff hung up the phone impatiently.

Max Dylan froze.

Don't have a departure mission today?
But, that's not what's written on the schedule.

The volume of the call between Max Dylan and the logistics was not too loud, but the quiet office environment still allowed Gwen and Felicia and Wesley, who was hiding, to hear clearly.

Wesley, who was hiding in the dark, felt a chill in his heart.

If the car doesn't start today, how can he get out of New York City?
Wesley suddenly became a little irritable.

Felicia, a colleague standing next to Gwen, looked at Max Dylan curiously: "Does Dr. Dylan have something to send with the convoy?"

Max Dillon, wearing thick glasses, looked at Felicia, hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "Yes, I have something to send."

Felicia nodded and said: "If you have something to send out with the convoy, you can pack it up and put it directly on the logistics side. On Monday, the convoy will pick it up together, so you won't lose it." Yes, by the way, Dr. Dillon, you have something to send to Los Angeles, right? Today’s convoy should be sent to the Los Angeles factory, but just now the factory in Los Angeles heard that there is an environmental problem, so the convoy has postponed its departure.”

As an Osborne Group with laboratories and factories all over the country, the employees of the group use the fleet every Monday and Friday to have a little bit of their own stuff. The unspoken rules and benefits are coming.

In the federal shipping, it’s okay to be small, but if it’s a little bigger, the price is quite beautiful, and if you use Osborne’s own fleet, you don’t need money, and the safety is still guaranteed.

Felicia's hometown is in Chicago, and the general convoy leaves. If she goes to the laboratory in Chicago, she will pack the things in advance and ask the convoy to send them to Chicago. Afterwards, she will call her family and let her They drove and went directly to the laboratory to get it.

It was the first time Gwen heard about this matter: "Is it still possible to be like this?"

Felicia smiled slightly at Gwen: "Of course new employees can't do it. They need to establish a good relationship with the logistics side. As long as there are not many goods, they are willing to help and help each other."

Gwen learned a new knowledge point and nodded.

But she had nothing to send.

She is a New Yorker.

Old New York.

However, the greatest joy of going to work is not to discover new knowledge points, write it down, maybe when it will be useful, maybe.

Logistics... easy to talk about?
Max Dylan fell silent when he heard this sentence. He just made more than a dozen phone calls to the logistics department in a row. My son scolded him unfriendlyly and told him to call during work hours in the afternoon.

good temper?
Easy to talk?
Why didn't I feel it?
Max Dylan thought in his heart, then looked at Gwen and asked, "Gwen, what did you just say you have?"

Gwen snorted, and quickly asked Dr. Conners to come up, hoping that the bioenergy department could adjust the energy supplied to their laboratory in the afternoon, because the experiment this afternoon is more important, and I don’t want it to be the same as in the morning. Sudden disconnection and instability are like a roller coaster ride.

Done.

Gwen said apologetically to Max Dillon, "Please, Dr. Dillon, this afternoon's experiment is very important to Dr. Connors."

Max Dillon nodded and said, "Of course there is no problem. In the morning, there was a small problem in the third cabin that caused the voltage to become unstable. I will just transfer the energy supply of your laboratory to the main energy source."

In the headquarters building of the Osborne Group, the energy for all offices comes from the bio-energy on his floor, which can be regarded as self-sufficient.

The only downside is that, because the research on bioenergy is still a little bit behind, the typical voltage is often unstable in many cases.

For daily office work, this is nothing more than a light bulb flickering, but for the laboratory, it is not very good.

This is also the reason why other laboratories of the group are very unfriendly to the bioenergy sector, or even ignore it.

Listening to the solution given by Max Dillon, Gwen beamed and thanked him again. Then, seeing the expression on the latter's face, she didn't stay any longer. Instead, she said goodbye and followed Fei. Licia left here together.

soon.

After turning the corner, Gwen and Felicia walked towards the elevator not far away.

Felicia turned her head and glanced to confirm that Max Dylan hadn't come out, and then said to Gwen: "This is Dr. Dylan, why didn't I see it?"

Gwen shrugged and said, "I also met at the meeting that day. When I heard that the bioenergy department was established, I came in."

Felicia snorted and shook her head: "But it looks weird, I think I know why Dr. Connors asked me to come up with you."

Gwen blinked: "What?"

Felicia blinked at Gwen: "Isn't it obvious, Dr. Conners is worried about you, Dr. Dylan looks so weird, and he is the only one in the entire bioenergy department, in case you Come up alone, what to do if something happens, and..."

talking.

Felicia looked around again, and leaned close to Gwen's ear: "He's still black."

Black is all bad.

Let's say that.

Kill all the black ones with one stick, maybe some of them are good, but if you kill one after another, there will definitely be fish that slip through the net.

Gwen couldn't help but widen her eyes when she heard Felicia's whisper in her ear. While waiting for the elevator, Gwen said in a low voice, "Felicia, why don't you discriminate."

Felicia shrugged: "I'm from Chicago, they're all bad, I've seen them."

The reason why Chicago has become a city of crime now, to put it bluntly, is all thanks to these black-skinned people.

Felicia said so, and then looked at Gwen curiously: "Yes, do you also discriminate?"

"I don't discriminate!"

Gwen quickly denied her racial views, then shrugged and said to Felicia, "I think my boyfriend is just like you."

Felicia blinked.

Hawke, who was eavesdropping behind the safe passage next door to the elevator, was also slightly taken aback.

"Your boyfriend?"

"Ah."

Gwen also looked around to make sure that there were no ears behind the partition wall, and said in a low voice: "Although he didn't say it clearly, once, when I went shopping with him, I saw him shaking hands with a black... skin, and then went to the bathroom to wash his hands. gone."

do i have it
When, how I don't know.

Hawke blinked when he heard Gwen describe him this way, and tried hard to recall, but because of the forced insertion of a large number of God's ciphertexts these days, the memory was not so smooth, and it was always blocked halfway.

at this time.

Ding sound.

The elevator opens.

Felicia was just about to ask Gwen more about his boyfriend, and when she felt that she might have a common language with Gwen's boyfriend, she looked at the opened elevator door and gave up temporarily: "Let's go."

Gwen nodded.

at this time.

A voice came from not far away.

"Wait a moment!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)