Self-cultivation of fake wine

The summer sun is shining brightly. On the balcony of the villa, wearing beach shorts and lying on the rocking chair, reading a book while drinking an iced drink, seems to be cozy.

You have to ask who is this guy doing elegant things with his abs on his balcony?

"Hell Tequila, I'm going to Mermaid Island with gin vodka, and I'll pick you up at your door in 10 minutes."

During the video call, the young woman wearing a researcher's clothes had short brown hair, and her blue eyes were as indifferent as her tone.

"It's really a sudden mission...can't you let me know in advance?"

"I just found out that you are free today. Besides, your cell phone hasn't been connected since last night."

Of course, it is impossible to let the mobile phone disturb good things when you are smoking cats.

"I see."

Herbal Salt cut off the call, got up to change clothes and packed the suitcase he was about to bring.

And the materials that Shirley asked for before... let's give them to her too.

Shirley is of course just a code name, the real name of the brown-haired female researcher is Miyano Shiho, she is a genius.

Her parents were the developers of APTX-4869, the drug that gave Belmode immortality but lost its magic power, and she obviously inherited their parents' work.

Belmode hated her, no doubt about it.

But in the organization, Herbal Salt and Shirley can be regarded as partners in the research laboratory - at first they were in the laboratory together, and later Herbal Salt gradually went out because of its own combat power, and often brought back some rare research for her Materials, such as his thesis, which was first famous in the world of academic circles, benefited from the process of finding materials for Miyano Shiho.

People in the black organization are in awe and curiosity about herbal salt, and at the same time, as ordinary people, they also want to prove that people with supernatural powers are nothing to be afraid of—so they always test his bottom line and confirm his danger.

It's like a lion and a rabbit living together. Out of instinctive fear, the rabbit wants to accept the lion, so it will try to pat each other to see if it will be bitten to death.

This is also Herbal Salt's own choice - living with ordinary people who occupy a large part of the world's population.

Living in the society of ordinary people will give him a sense of reality of existence.

Whether it is an ordinary person or a person with supernatural powers, they have the right to choose whether to live in groups or live in groups.

Even eating instant noodles with people around and discussing meaningless common topics is much better than living alone - although he is also used to living alone without being disturbed, there are still some subtle differences.

When I get older, I like lively places, but I am used to being alone.

Logically speaking, he should be with his lover during the rare one-week vacation.

But vacations don't really mean that much to him—as long as he wants, there will be countless vacations.

Only Zhongye is special.

However, the cat is not at home.

Mao Mao didn't say that he had to wait at home.

The black-haired young man changed into light silky black trousers and a black shirt, found the long black windbreaker he wore in summer and his own sunglasses, and felt that the winery's rule of wearing black clothes when going out was a bit stupid, so he picked up his business trip. The black suitcase I used was waiting at the door of the villa.

A black Porsche stopped in front of him 1 minute later.

"Hey, Shirley." Herb Salt skillfully opened the back compartment and sat in, greeted the cold beauty with a smile, opened the suitcase and passed another small box inside, "I found the materials for you."

"Thank you." Leng Meiren took the small box and thanked her with a normal expression, "What is this?"

The sound of a gun being loaded came from the front passenger seat, and the familiar M92F pressed against the temple of the black-haired young man.

Gin's voice was low and displeased: "Hello!"

"Oh? Are you angry because you ignored me? Gin?" Herb Salt looked over jokingly, "I didn't expect you to like me so much."

Gin's eyes widened as if he had swallowed a cockroach alive, and his hands trembled in disgust.If it is not inconvenient in the car, I am afraid that I will jump up and hit the herbal salt dog's head with a □□ anger.

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you."

"Actually, I've wanted to say it a long time ago." Herb Salt sat upright, pinching her chin, "You shouldn't be able to kill me, Gin—the higher-ups like me very much."

"Oh, I heard that you have a male lover." Gin Jiu gave full play to the openness of a foreigner, and countered the banter just now, "Could it be that you are having an affair with the boss?"

"Boss is not my style." Herbal Salt discussed this topic very calmly, and it was much higher than the number of gin at first glance.

"...Hmph." Qin Jiu stopped looking behind, leaned on the back of the passenger seat with his arms folded, and closed his eyes to rest.

Vodka, who was in charge of driving, didn't dare to breathe out—for fear that he would laugh out loud and be beaten.

In the whole organization, Hell Tequila seems to be so good-tempered that anyone can come up to bully him, but in the end it will only be others who suffer.

After a friendly greeting with Gin, Herbal Salt continued to chat with her former experimenter partner Shirley.

"You said the mission is to go to Mermaid Island? What are you investigating? Is it the sacrificial and living characteristics of the local tourism industry? Or is it a group building sea fishing?"

Shirley:  …

Shirley rolled her eyes at Herbal Salt expressionlessly: "Don't you know, the legend of the undead in Mermaid Island? Mr. Intelligence House?"

"I know. I have already investigated the Mermaid Island with legends of immortality a year ago." Herbal Salt showed a young man's sly, breezy and even wicked smile, "It turns out that it's just It’s just a legend fabricated by the island residents for the sake of tourism—the undead mermaid died a long time ago, and now it’s just a fake mermaid sacrifice launched by the island residents for tourism income.”

"What did you say?!" x2

Shirley and Gin's startled duet echoed through the Porsche cabin.

Herbal Salt Stand Hands: "So this is our long-lost trip to build a tour group?"

"Are you kidding me?" Before Gin Jiu had a chance to beat someone up, Shirley's cold voice saved the possible chaos in the car, "Of course I should report this new information to the boss immediately...Gin Jiu."

Gin clicked his tongue and took out his phone: "Hell Tequila, why haven't you reported such important information to the higher-ups?"

"Important? Because it's a false legend, the research on drugs is useless at all, it's useless information, so I didn't report it." It's very interesting, "Compared to this, it's better to study the vampires in the West...that's not a legend."

Shirley blinked and blinked: "Just kidding. People with supernatural powers are already incredible... Are there vampires in this world?"

"Yes. I remember that a few years ago, the governments of various countries cooperated with the supernatural beings to clear the payment... Well, I can't remember, I just found the information occasionally. Anyway, human beings should not learn from vampires in pursuit of longevity, otherwise Wouldn't it solve the problem if you just sent it to your door for nothing and bitten it into a puppet of the subordinates who were dominated?"

The car suddenly fell into an embarrassing and shocking dead silence.

Until Gin Jiu's mobile phone heard BOSS's electronic flow voice: "What happened?"

-

The investigation tour of Mermaid Island organized by the Black Clothes has come to an end.

Shirley immediately stated that she would go back to the Japanese research institute to continue working after receiving the new research materials. Gin and vodka also received other tasks. Porsche.

"How about the research on supernatural beings?"

"I haven't found a supernatural ability that can make people live longer, but I got another legendary information that is somewhat credible."

Even if the voice on the other end of the phone is full of electronic noise, it is not difficult to hear the excited anticipation: "What is it?!"

"A gemstone called [Pandora]. However, there is another organization that is also looking for it... That organization is code-named after an animal. Let me call it a zoo organization——BOSS, do you know? Do you want information? What are you going to do? arrange?"

The other end of the phone was silenced for a long time by these three consecutive questions.

"Is it highly credible?"

"That organization hasn't found Pandora either." Herb Salt was walking along the road and saw a street sign that said [Mihua Town].

He turned into a secluded green grove.

The other end of the phone smacked his lips in disappointment: "Then keep an eye on it, and when there is news over there, then..."

"Eat ready-made ones directly?"

"That's right—you can do it, can't you?"

"I don't necessarily have energy, huh? I was imprisoned by that person for more than a month before, and I will be imprisoned again after a week of rest—probably. Speaking of which, Rum has been very free recently, so it's better to let him follow him."

"You seem to be targeting Rum."

"After all, I'm the second in command if I kill him."

"Oh? You want to be the second in command of the organization?"

"I just think that the organization should introduce more supernatural beings to be thugs."

The noise on the other end of the phone became dangerous.

"Are you dissatisfied with the organization composed of ordinary people?"

"...Of course I don't have any dissatisfaction, it's just an interesting idea of ​​mine."

"Organization is not your laboratory, Hell Agave."

This is a warning.

It's like the leader of the rabbit is afraid of the only seemingly docile lion in the clan, and he is unwilling to let more lions come to the clan.

Fear of being unable to control being swallowed.

At the same time, I can't see through the purpose of herbal salt and am afraid.

"Hey, hey——so let's leave the work to someone else. It's really inconvenient for me."

"Hmph, I'll consider your proposal."

Hanging up the phone with a click, Herbal Salt put away the phone expressionlessly, and walked out of the woods.

It was hot and it was close to lunch time and no one was around here at all.

Zhong Ye probably won’t be going home at noon, so he’ll just stroll around here——

As the leader of an organization in the other world, I have to say that the vision of the boss of the brewery as an ordinary person and Mori Ogai, who has participated in the last war as a person with supernatural powers, is really far behind.

this world……

It will become a world belonging to the supernatural beings.

Evolution is towards strength.

Although the number of supernatural beings is small, and for the sake of social stability, they consciously or are forced to accept control...

But their numbers are indeed increasing.

Whether it is a person with supernatural powers or an outsider.

The endurance of this world is gradually expanding, and the air has become more comfortable.

Herb Salt took a deep breath and took out a metal tag from his pocket.

The Brakes of the Reign...

Of course, it can also be the brakes of future outsiders.

...It can also provide a reference for the ability control of your own cats, can't it?