Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Crossing the Administration Bureau, commonly known as the Crossing Administration Bureau.

It is famous for less salary, more tasks and more accidents. The average retirement age of members is less than 30 years old, and all of them have mental problems.

The old bureau chief, with tears in his eyes and a lot of pressure, touched the top of his shining head, sighed in shame, and resigned.

In less than three months, the new director took office to rectify the overall situation. The new official took office three fires, the first fire was the task group where 23 was located, and then according to the wishes of the broad masses of the people, the entire group was divided into two teams.

A team called "The mission can be lost, the villain must die" is responsible for killing the villains in the mission world, referred to as the death team.

A team called "I am the protagonist and can live another 1 years" is responsible for treating popular characters with a knife, referred to as the senior team.

——The aesthetics of the name are simply outrageous.

23 belongs to the team of "the mission can be lost and the villain must die" and serves as the team leader. He is famous all over the world for his left hand.

After all, since the establishment of the Transit Management Bureau, I have never seen such a talented member who can win the first mission with the Bana Flower.

Then the mission video of the genius members was regarded as a model case, and it was played on the public screen in the lobby of the Chuanguan Management Bureau for half a month.

— Crooked, have you heard?In the death team, a senior sister named 23 buried the villain with a sea of ​​flowers. The villain thought it was the senior sister who wanted to woo him.

——What a poignant love story!By the way, is the villain handsome?

——What's so handsome, you don't know, the senior sister went to Resident Evil!

Fuck it, it turns out the whole world knows she wooed the licker.

23 recalled the past, and the blue veins on his forehead twitched, but soon after the new director's order came down, 23 could only accept the SS mission without changing his face, under the envious eyes of the non-chiefs in the world, and calmly drew the card, and finally Leading the fair, beautiful and long-legged Bi Anhua to the front desk to handle the formalities of borrowing skills.

The girls at the front desk looked at the powerful and glamorous SSR next to 23, and compared the 21th company girl and carp spirit next door at [-], and shed tears of sadness for the African chieftain from the bottom of their hearts.

A few eighteen or nineteen-year-old front desk girls just took office, and they dare not talk to the famous Bingshan 23 in the bureau. flowers!"

23 frowned, and the binding system in her consciousness let out a standard sneer very bluntly: "Comrade 23, the SSR-level shikigami may be a rare help for other mission team members, but your C-level The mental evaluation told me that I will take another long vacation after returning from this mission.”

That's right, the higher the level of shikigami, the more intense the impact on the user's spirit and personality. 23 is indeed a rare genius member of the Management Bureau. The degree of task completion and shikigami fit are the most perfect S-level, but In terms of mentality, she was a little behind, and her mental state after each mission was terrible. The system suspected several times that she was about to die on the spot.

"Blake, you can express your concern in another way."

The pretty girl with an indifferent expression choked the system shut up with one word. She lightly tapped her slender white fingertips on the marble tabletop, and pushed the application form to the gentle and steady girl at the front desk: "Lisa, I'm sorry."

Lisa touched her blushing cheeks, raised her seal and stamped the form with a "snap", and said dissatisfiedly: "Senior sister, didn't you just get promoted, why did you send out another mission so quickly, the director is so cruel ruthless."

In fact, this can’t be blamed for the inhumanity of the bureau. It’s because the main world’s tendency to collapse and degrade has become more and more serious recently. The project funds applied by the bureau are basically used in the system and R&D teams. Ordinary people like 23 who run tasks in the small world It is almost an inevitable phenomenon for maintenance/stabilization members to have more tasks and less salary.

23 comforted the little girl's soft hair, and got a shy and bold wink from the other party. She coughed uncomfortably, and turned to Black and said, "Don't look at the joke, open the door of time and space."

The system did not refute, nor did it use its usual indifferent and poisonous tone to mock Wannian's single 23. In fact, it seldom opened its mouth when it did not involve world missions and 23's worrying mental state.

23 Start Shikigami Fusion, the moment the ice-blue time-space door opens, the lazy and glamorous Shikigami opens her scarlet eyes, and blends into the user's tall and sexy body in a possessive embrace.

The SSR-level Bianhua easily had a huge impact on 23's lack of firm will, and Black quickly discovered that the indifferent but gentle look of the tasker was quickly replaced by another lazy and wanton look.

Three seconds later, the space-time shuttle was completely completed. 23 frowned and panted weakly for half a minute before recovering. For a tasker like her whose mental power level is not strong enough, the experience of time-space shuttle is definitely not good, and this It may also be one of the main reasons for the lack of personnel in the task force.

Waiting for 23 to diss the time-space technology researcher who does not do practical things three times in his heart, the system has simulated a fluorescent blue virtual mission light screen: "The world has been transmitted successfully, and the mission is received--Ultron Era, mission goal: Ultron, Completion conditions: output damage is not less than 50.00%, task type: team battle, please host to join the target team: Avengers, task transmission is complete, please host to open the map."

Lamor 23 quickly adapted to this familiar and strange feeling of weightlessness, and began to observe the surrounding environment under the prompt of the system.

There is no way, all the golden fingers of the death team are all DPS, no T and no milk, and the health bar cannot be recovered automatically like a real shikigami or human, and can only be refreshed in the game. The skin is fragile and the blood is thin and there is no dodge , if it wasn't for the level suppression of the main world's power, it might die if you don't pay attention.

The fixed point of the time-space gate has always been in mid-air, and the field of vision is very wide. 23 is not a novice, and the fixed point after the system upgrade has become much more accurate, so she soon found that the lights were on in the spacious wooden house opposite her, and there were piles of chopsticks on the clean and tidy lawn. Good firewood, it looks like a small farmyard in the twentieth century, if nothing else, this is a safe house for her new teammates.

"The map is successfully opened, the vision sharing is confirmed, the target is found, the target is locked, and the target is scanned."

Hearing the system prompt, 23 noticed a 30-year-old European woman walking out of the white wooden house. She was standing on the wooden steps and walking down. The people in the house seemed to say something , let her touch her bulging belly, and smiled softly and shyly.

The cold electronic voice of the system sounded in 23's consciousness: "The target is confirmed, the avenger Hawkeye - Clint Barton's wife, considering that this world mission is a team mode, I suggest that the host go to make friends."

23 is a bit of a headache: "I hate the team mode."

"But the team mode is the only way to allow the world's consciousness to accept high-level external forces, since your shikigami level is the highest level of SSR."

The system repeated coldly: "Black suggests that the host go make friends."

23 didn't refute, her inquiring eyes fell on the beautiful lady with long brown hair, and said quickly: "Got it."

——A farm near New York——

As night drew near, Laura carried the supper ingredients into the kitchen.

She has a lot to prepare today, because her husband Clint's colleagues are visiting the farm.

This gentle and considerate woman knew that these people were superheroes who saved New York, and supported her husband as an Avenger, and sincerely thanked them for everything they gave.

Therefore, although she is worried about Hawkeye's occupational safety, this gentle woman still hopes to bring this group of tired Avengers a relaxed and happy farm experience.

Laura thought of her two children. The little ones have always admired Captain America very much. If they knew that the blond man sitting on the sofa chatting with Clint was Captain America, they would definitely jump up excitedly.

In fact, they were so stunned by Tony Stark's visit that they screamed for a minute.

The gentle mother picked up a few pieces of firewood, and when she tried to pick up another piece and put it in her arms, a soft and boneless hand grasped her wrist.

Laura looked up, her eyes widening in shock.

The owner of that palm is an extremely glamorous oriental woman. She is wearing a graceful and elegant red kimono, with bare feet and bare legs, sitting gracefully in mid-air, and her gorgeous long, crow-colored hair is pouring down from her shoulders. , two enchanting red Bana flowers bloomed in the hair.

Not only in her hair, but also behind her is a half-person-high Bianhua flower blooming in full bloom. This woman who appeared out of nowhere has a graceful figure and a lazy expression. Her charming eyes are as gorgeous as rubies, which is enough to make any collector's heart beat. .

Her whole body is beautiful from top to bottom, with a decadent beauty that seems to come from hell, exquisite and perfect like a banshee.Even Laura, who is also a woman, is amazed by her complexion.

Facing such a beautiful but weird woman, she even forgot to call out to her husband, but asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

A pair of soft white arms took the rough firewood in her hand and handed it to the stretched red petals.

23, who did everything possible to get closer, was already prepared. She skillfully took the young lady's palm, brushed away the fine sawdust, and suddenly showed a gentle smile on her face as cold as frozen frost: "Bi An Hua, You can call me Bianhua, master."

The system's cold comment: The plan is clear, keep it up.

23 calm and composed, with a slight smile.