Chapter 495 NO78 Omo, the ability to find ‘Bize’ from the crowd and use it

Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 495 NO.78 Omo, the ability to find ‘Bize’ from the crowd and use it

"Director Tver, long time no see, who is this?"

"You should have heard that he is the combat advisor personally invited by Commander Black to join the team."

"Omer Linton, this is my name."

"Oh oh!"

The unnatural defensive distance, the hands that have nowhere to rest, and the slight fear in those eyes...

The Pitt star store manager showed his true face, and with his big pink eyes, which were not much more agile than the leather case, he noticed something strange about the Metron star.

At this point, I also recalled some memories of the gossip exchange among the staff. When I looked at the young man again, I subconsciously took half a step back.

Immediately he saluted with great dignity: "It turns out to be Mr. Linton. Are you here?"

"Just ordering a cup of coffee, um, mocha will do..." the young man said, glancing at the picture promotion in front of the counter in the distance, "By the way, let's get another Godhra dessert. By the way, are you paying in federal currency?"

"Ah, of course! What about you, Director Tver?"

"Coke! Just have a Coke!"

"Is it just a cup of Coke? Director Tver, you are really addicted to Earth's drinks~ Our Pitt Star drinks are obviously pretty good, I recommend you to try them."

"Go, go, don't show off to me! You can't compare to a horse racing girl I push!"

"Tsk, I said Director, your aesthetics are really..."

Watching two half-human cosmonauts play out the conflict of views between a beautiful store manager and an idol chef boss is a new experience for Omer.

There is a strange feeling of playing "Animal World" for half an hour in ancient film and television works.

Because it was quite strange, I decided to watch it a little more.

But unfortunately, that didn't count as a pull, let alone the short exchange on the line. It was over. When Omo saw the store with a look that reminded him of the Thing King, he chose a seat nearby and sat down.

Pretending not to hear the discussion between her and her colleagues from Godhra.

And Natwell also hesitated for a moment and sat on the seat directly opposite Omer, but quickly took out his mobile phone again, saying nothing and acting like a nerd.

So it was Omo who started the conversation: "I didn't expect you to be quite popular."

"It's just the needs brought by the position," Tver said coldly, "There are hundreds of thousands of aliens in this base. They all come to invade the Federation, but few can actually go to the front line, even me.

There are only a total of more than 5,000 such technical personnel, and there are even more logistics personnel like her."

"So he would be courteous to me and want to change his job."

"Pushing a weapon into your hand is considered a simple act of courtesy? She seems to be very worried about your situation." Omo said casually, which made the other party freeze slightly.

"That……"

"Put it away, you don't need to prove anything to me, let alone in public," Omer said calmly, "Right now, that lady is still discussing with her colleagues in the background how to help you escape from my... um... clutches, they

I’m really good at using words, it’s my first time... No, emmm”

Thinking of the comments on Umastagram, Majin changed the topic without leaving any trace and continued: "But since you want to be an invader, how can you be so poorly educated? You can discuss such a dangerous process without even turning on the soundproofing function.

"

"Consultant Linton..."

"As long as the coffee and desserts don't have any condiments, I'll just pretend that nothing happened, but..."

"Opening a store in a place like this," Omer raised his head slightly and looked at the beverage shop built in the building in front of him, "is this considered logistics?"

"This is a hobby. Her real position is material management. She opened a store because she was too busy," Tver said, suddenly lowering his head again, "That horse girl of yours has reached the second half of the game!!!"

The embarrassment and tension just now were all transferred when Miura Bourbon was chased by the horse girl later. This Metronian seemed to enter another state when he saw the horse racing.

"I know." The combat advisor glanced sideways slightly, then looked back at the employees walking through the corridor in front of the store.

I conveniently put up a soundproof barrier.

"Huh? Oh, you're running a terminal that I can't see?"

Noticing his unusual side glance, the Metron man was suddenly stunned and buried his head again.

And Omer continued to look at the people in the universe who would look at the two with envy, jealousy and hatred.

Each and every one of them has their original appearance, either weird, ferocious, or even terrifying. Even the pets they bring are all special, and they will not give the people on earth any cognitive convenience. Omo even considered whether he should

He also moves around in a devilish manner.

These are the so-called logistics and the so-called auxiliary professions in Tver's words.

They have nothing to do with the battles and investigations happening across the city. They don't even have the slightest sense of crisis, and are busy with the things at hand.

It made Omo feel somewhat divided.

There are life-and-death fights outside, but life here is in the workplace, and there are even people fishing for fish at work - even the most diligent Tokyo residents who were attacked by monsters in the tokusatsu films may not be so calm.

But no matter how weird it was, it had nothing to do with Omer. He just nodded slightly, and then asked: "Has there been any result about what you were asked to investigate?"

Ormer Linton, who was already under suspicion because of his experience of "playing with the Warrior of Light," shouldn't have asked questions even if he joined the invading coalition.

In order not to be awarded the excellent treatment of "assigning an additional personal guard", Omer handed over the real burden of investigation to this Metronian.

This is also a collaboration that was agreed upon from the very beginning, and is signed by many famous horse girls.

The signed version is naturally not difficult for Omo to obtain, but for many Ma Niang fans, it is a precious thing that they are willing to pay too much for.

There is nothing more tragic than this for an idol chef, but Omo will not laugh at it.

This is not the sympathy of the racing girl DD, it is just because...

People are born to run for what they want.

Just like the vast majority of mercenaries who work hard for money, social animals also sacrifice their health and lifespan for money.

And for a guy like Omo who stays in a place like this for cards, he really can't tell the difference between him and the idol chef who takes risks for a signed version.

Although monster cards and famous horse girls' signed editions are expensive to exchange for money, it is obviously not this value that they value.

"Should I send you the results early? I am laughed at and bullied by those guys every day. None of them want to talk to me. How can it be so smooth?" He said, taking out a note from his trouser pocket.

Compared to Omer Linton, who was full of doubts, it was much more natural for Tver, who had been threatened, to ask some indifferent or sensitive questions, not to mention that he was still a technician.

But as he said, although the condition of being threatened by Omer would make it less suspicious, the situation of being looked down upon would also hinder the investigation.

"This is simple, I just need to add some merit to you." Omo said calmly. After taking the note, he raised his eyes and glanced at the live broadcast of the event on the screen.

He just glanced at it lightly, but a certain technical executive suddenly became excited when he was talking about business: "Achievements? Wow! It's the end!!"

"..."

Omer was a little speechless. He couldn't help but wonder if this person would suddenly shout because of the change in the direction of the horse race when organizing a meeting, and then be killed by the boss with a cane.

And the latter also noticed his strange gaze.

"Uh, sorry, what did you just say?"

"Let's talk about it after you finish it," Trainer Linton raised his hand to indicate to continue. He sighed and canceled the soundproof barrier, "Anyway, it will be quick and there will be no suspense."

After all, he had seen that Bourbon still activated that innate skill despite having a complete advantage.
Chapter completed!