In a huge room, there was a document table and a bench.

On the official desk is a thick stack of resumes, and a white quill is inserted in the ink bottle next to it.

Minister of Human Resources Pan Shuai wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and stared at a thin resume in his hand with interest.

The applicant's personal information is clearly written on it: Edward, a suburban Hettonmar, is now 26 years old. He is a professional football player. He has participated in the community's rugby Super Bowl many times. He is also a well-known weeder in the community. He is interested in the public welfare of the community. He is a good young man praised by neighbors.

Pan Shuai hesitated to raise his glasses, glanced at the person opposite him, and then spoke with difficulty.

"I said man, are you sure you understand the job needs of our union to recruit this time?"

Edward shouted excitedly, "Of course, I can play good football. In addition, I also love outdoor sports. Leave it to me for things like weeding to ensure there is no problem."

Pan Shuai suddenly felt dizzy. He thought that the young man had obviously had a problem with his positioning, so he sorted out his thoughts and reluctantly continued to ask questions.

"Well, Edward, talk about your understanding of assassination and intelligence work. Don't talk too much about the details, just talk about your basic understanding."

"Yeah," the young man Edward suddenly became interested. He raised his neck high and began to speak freely.

"For example, there are pests in the grass. They will unscrupulously eat various flowers and plants carefully cultivated by neighbors, which will cause people a headache."

"In order to avoid these bad guys doing evil, I usually collect intelligence first." A trace of solemnity flashed in Edward's eyes.

"Determine the approximate location and specific distribution of this group of pests to develop effective plans," he seemed to be trapped in painstaking thinking, holding his chin with one hand.

"Finally...hehe", Edward's eyes showed excitement.

"I guess," Pan Shuai interrupted his conversation bluntly, "The last ones go to assassinate, right???"

"Yeah, that's it!" Edward wiped his nose.

"Tell left when you go out, thank you!" Pan Shuai gave his final reply.

"Bang!" The door was closed reluctantly, Pan Shuai hung his head with a helpless look on his face.

Most of the day passed and dozens of people were interviewed. There were butchers, bartenders, couriers, and rugby players, but they just couldn't find the people they wanted.

In this peaceful era, there is no talent who can professionally engage in assassination and intelligence spy!

When he thought that he could not complete the task assigned to him by Yang Jian, the bonus this month must be hopeless, and he was extremely melancholy.

At this time, a clear female voice was like a crack passing through the air, spreading in the room.

"I'm the one you want to find!" The voice was decisive and firm, as if a strong light had blinded Pan Shuai's eyes.

Under the dim light in the room, a slender and toned figure appeared in front of Pan Shuai.

"How did you come in?" Pan Shuai stood up from the bench in disbelief and looked at the person in front of him who seemed to be an alien.

She has long flowing silver hair, purple skin and pointed ears. Her cute appearance has eyes that are like the wind in the extreme, as if she can instantly tear the body of her prey.

"Damn Kuoyi!!!", Pan Shuai knelt on the floor weakly.

Finally, he saw a lightning-like kunai, which pierced directly into his eyes.
Chapter completed!