I control dreams in Marvel

Chapter 74

While Shang Wen was in pain, Sergeant George was also in pain.

It's not because his daughter didn't go to school today. He understands that it's inconvenient to tell parents about some things when the child is older.

Sergeant George is distressed that there have been several robberies suspected to be led by retired drivers in New York City recently.

In this regard, Sergeant George even had the urge to give advice to the higher authorities, suggesting that the information management of drivers should be strengthened.

However, something that a young subordinate told him later made him change his mind.

"You mean, the reason why these robbers are so powerful is because they practiced their driving skills in a game?"

Sergeant George stared at the man who was talking with the eyes of a fool who was about to die, as if I would give you a ride if you don't die.

Older people are not very receptive to new things, especially things like the Internet and online games, which they think are pure playthings.

Even if you say that your arms become thicker and stronger by playing games, it is more credible than that you can practice driving skills by playing games. I have heard that the driving skills of writing novels are good.

It wasn't until he was driven around in the night in a police car by this subordinate that Sergeant George finally wavered.

"Boss, you know me." The younger brother's opening sentence is very particular.

"Although I got my driver's license early, I didn't officially drive until last month. It's been less than six weeks. If it wasn't for the games for me to practice, I would still be a road killer."

Sergeant George turned his head stiffly, "You are also a road killer now, playing drift in the streets of the city, you don't have to go to work tomorrow, go to the gate for me to stand guard!"

"no……"

After casually killing a younger brother who was stronger than himself, Sergeant George returned to the office and found the policewoman who Gwen had peeked at the hidden files on the computer.

"Officer Knight, find all the information about 'Desperate Driving' and give it to me as soon as possible."

"All the information?" Knight, a black policewoman with an afro, showed horror.

"Yes, all!"

George waited for a full day before he received the USB flash drive sent by Knight. After opening it, he seemed to have entered some indescribable and strange reward.

"This...these dyed colorful and ragged clothes are the bastards who teach those bastards to drive in the game? Find their addresses, catch them all, and accept investigation!"

Knight has a black line, but unfortunately he can't see it...why say it?

"Sheriff, these are not real people, they are NPC assistants set in the game, they..."

It took Knight a long time to popularize to Sergeant George what is a player, what is an NPC, what is a game mechanism, and so on.

In the end, Sergeant George frowned and collapsed on the back of the chair, "In other words, this game is indeed the culprit for the improvement of criminals' driving skills?"

Knight nodded, "Although it is unfair to this company to say so, it is true."

"That's enough, let's go, let's ask the higher-ups for orders!" Sergeant George led the way out. This game company suspected of seriously disrupting social order must be banned according to law.

At the same time, a round, bald man with glasses walked into the gate of Bulma Company.

"Hello, my name is Hitwell, and I'm here to apply for the technical department."

The man with glasses had a silly smile of a man of science and engineering on his face, and the top of his shiny head seemed to be telling the other party that even if he was not an IT expert, he was definitely a senior coder.

The front desk checked the appointment, got up and smiled politely, "Mr. Connerson is receiving guests, please go to the reception room and wait."

In the reception room, seeing no one left and right, Hitwell lowered his head and pinched the button of his collar.

"I have entered the interior of Bulma Company, and everything is normal now."

In the ear, a neat female voice came from a pocket built-in earphone, "Got it, Agent Hitwell, the camera is shooting normally, I wish you a smooth job application."

"Uh, if it goes well, can I stay and work in this company in the future?"

Hitwell smiled, "The salary level stated in their job advertisement is much higher than my special agent allowance."

"As long as you can get approval from the Director, I'm fine with that."

"I love the profession of an agent, and I love my mission even more, so I am very willing to accept this double-pay job!" Hitwell ended the call with a smile, then picked up a magazine on the table and pretended to read it.

Soon, he heard a sound outside, so he walked to the door and pretended to go to the toilet. When he went out, he saw Dr. Connerson sending a long, fat middle-aged man to the elevator in the distance.

"I'm sorry, Otto." Dr. Connerson seemed apologetic.

But the fat man named Otto on the opposite side seemed more free and easy, "It's okay Teko, I'm just here to try my luck. After all, my skills are not perfect, and it's normal not to be favored by others."

"Search for that person's information," Sitwell whispered, and the information came quickly.

"Otto Gunther Octavius, a nuclear physicist, is currently working on a controlled nuclear fusion energy project, but he is not very popular."

Sitwell nodded, "Good guy, a game company can actually recruit nuclear physicists. I'm beginning to believe what Minister Pierce said. If this continues, many people and organizations will really have relationships with this company. of."

Before the other party replied, the receptionist who received him before came over.

"Mr. Sitwell, I have kept you waiting, please follow me."

Hitwell himself is an expert in IT, proficient in business, and his resume is also very beautiful, so after Dr. Connerson read it, he had no reason to refuse.

Could it be that I don't like your bald head, and it's too late for you to get a hair transplant now and you can't afford it, so I'm sorry?
So, after a simple assessment, Dr. Connerson could only get up and stretch out his hand, um, stretch out his left hand. The other party is indeed a talent who understands the Internet and games better than himself.

"Welcome to Bulma Corporation, Mr. Sitwell."

"It's a pleasure to be on your staff, Mr. Connerson."

Hitwell looked excited and longing, "I like our company's products very much. They are so large and detailed that they can almost be faked. I really can't imagine what kind of epoch-making great technology this is!"

"I can't wait to participate in it, like a sponge, I can fully absorb and learn!"

Seeing Hitwell's excited look, Dr. Connerson said a little embarrassedly, "Well, we don't participate in the production, mainly to maintain the forum..."

Hitwell was stunned for a moment, "Not participating in the production? Mainly maintaining the forum? Are you the administrator of the post bar?"

(The third change is to prepare in advance for asking for leave in the future. Is this reasonable?)
(End of this chapter)