Bob is an otaku.

Like most otaku, others are harmless, not good at socializing, have few friends, are not liked by girls, and are a little obsessed with them. While they are a little obsessed, they know that they are addicted to the 2D world all day long.

Of course, he also has something different from ordinary otakus. The most typical one is that he is a technical otakus, and he is also a very unusual technical otakus.

What is unusual? The answer to this question can be seen from his work unit.

Bob Wilson, a fifth-level agent of the former SHIELD, currently works in the Logistics Management Center of the Tianmao Branch. As a non-field staffer, his only role is to manage his complicated information and data for the US branch of the Tianmao Branch. This is his talent. He has had a very good IQ since he was a child and has obtained more than five doctoral degrees, he has always been able to deal with these headaches.

It’s not that he is not able to deal with more complicated and more important tasks, but that this otakus has no intention of getting involved in such a job.

Sorry, he is a pure pacifist, let alone development, he is not willing to do such destructive weapons. And if he was doing biological or chemical experiments, it would be fine when he was in college. At that time, he could still guarantee his academic purity. After he graduated and worked, he would not be willing to do such a job again, whether in SHIELD or in the current Skyhammer Bureau.

Others don’t know what these jobs are for, but he knows clearly in his heart. Every day, the data that floats in front of him can lead him to a sufficiently accurate truth. Those high-tech weapon development and experiments, and those super soldier plans for human body research are enough to make him reject any possibility of contacting these things from the bottom of his heart.

He would rather be regarded as an idiot than let himself be involved in these things. So soon, he fell from a quasi-level researcher to a position where he can only squat in a warehouse and manage logistics supplies and information.

In the eyes of many people who are optimistic about him, this is a very regrettable thing. Because of his talent and the knowledge he has mastered, he can definitely make him competent for more important tasks and obtain greater benefits. However, he ruined himself and made him fall directly into the dust from the height of being able to climb to the clouds.

It's a pity, it's a pity. However, Bob himself doesn't think so. For him, being able to do such a leisurely job and receiving a weekly salary of nearly four digits is enough to satisfy his work.

Others are playing knives and saws at a bunch of messy organisms, and he is playing games. Others are holding guns, flying outside and fighting to death, and he is chasing new episodes. The same salary and a completely different job, so what else is worth complaining about? If you really complain, you might as well think about your colleagues who have already received the bento. Compared with them, shouldn't you feel lucky?

Bob always comforted himself in this way and lived a life of silence. When SHIELD became today's Skyhammer Bureau after several turmoil, and the old colleagues who laughed at him in the past also received the bento one by one, he insisted on his own idea even more.

Just being a salted fish, there is nothing wrong with it. At least you can jump around for a few minutes without any trouble. Unlike those ambitious guys, they have basically become dead fish now.

Bob stayed like this year after year, until this day, he came to his office as usual.

This is a small town located in the southwest of the United States. It is not too far from downtown Los Angeles, just about two or three hours away by car. It features Danish-style buildings, windmills, wines and special crafts. Because relying on a big city like Los Angeles, although there are few residents, the flow of people is quite huge.

Bob's office here is an overview of a logistics transit station. In addition to providing logistics services to residents here, it also includes services for mailing items to tourists from all over the country. To a certain extent, the business here is quite good. Otherwise, this small station as big as a sparrow would not be able to afford more than a dozen employees.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Bob. Because he does not receive his salary from here. In fact, his work is also a bit out of touch with this transit station. Because in name, although he is the manager of this transit station, in fact, there is someone else who does this work. He is only responsible for moving other people's work results to himself and then pretending to direct others.

In the eyes of those employees, he is a somewhat shy and easy-to-talk boss. But only he and his mean secretary know that his real job is to manage the hidden base under this transit station.

In addition to saving some special materials that are not often used, he has to organize various information from the Los Angeles area and then summarize and send it to places where this information is needed. With his ability, this is a very easy job. So of course, he can spend a lot of time elsewhere.

This is the most painful thing for his colleague, that is, his secretary. Because anyone who is busy doing superficial disguise work all day long, finds that his colleagues always smile and enjoy the success of their work is idle.

He asked more than once to exchange work content with Bob, but because of insufficient authority levels, he could not accept Bob's job. After this time, he naturally felt a lot of resentment. This was reflected in the disguise work he had to maintain on weekdays, which naturally made him look mean and sarcastic.

The same is true today. When Bob walked in with a smile and greeted him, he immediately rolled his eyes. Then he said to him expressionlessly.

"Today's work has been arranged, I'll record it in your workbook, you just need to follow the above plan. Also, I remind you that pretending to be the one I'm responsible for, so when I punish those employees who have made mistakes, you'd better not be a good person casually and let them go. You make my job difficult, do you know?"

"No problem, Lewis. I promise, I won't do this next time."

Of course, the otaku who has always been harmless is patting his chest and making a guarantee. As for his promise, Lewis, as a colleague, just rolled his eyes and left here on his own.

He knew what Bob would do next, and if he didn't have enough authority, he would just cause trouble for himself if he wanted to stay there. As an agent of the Skyhammer Bureau, he certainly had his own professional ethics. So even if he was unwilling to give up, he could only continue the work he should do.

However, today is obviously different from the past. Because when he walked out of Bob's office, he immediately saw two guys in black suits walking towards him in a swagger.

After receiving professional training, he could certainly see the essence revealed between the movements of these two guys. They were definitely special personnel who had undergone rigorous military training and were engaged in secret work. This made him immediately feel excited. While sending a message to Bob quietly, he also greeted him and questioned them sternly.

"This is a private office location, and no unconsensual visitors are allowed to get involved. Two, you are here in the wrong place!"

"Lewis Jordan? We are staff members from the Tianmao Bureau branch. This is our certificate and internal number. You can verify it. We have an order to execute this time, so can you please get out of the way and not hinder our official duties?"

Hearing that it was a colleague, after confirming their identities, Lewis naturally had no reason to continue to stop him. He moved away from his body, and soon, he saw these two big-sleeved and round-waisted guys walking out of his office like a dead pig.

This surprised him a little, because no one knows better about his colleague's harmlessness than him. Not to mention who would be a spy who was placed here, even if he was asked to use his power to embezzle anything, he would not have the courage to do so.

I'm afraid that the fat little man who is still a virgin will make a mistake and be taken away by someone from above. This is something he can't believe in any case. With such a skeptical attitude, he immediately asked the two employees.

"What the hell did Bob make? You want to capture him like this. Is there something wrong in the middle?"

"Sorry, you got it wrong. The order we received was to take Bob Wilson to Washington to take office, in other words, he was promoted. Who knows what this guy is wrong, and he actually shows this. Hell, I have never seen anyone react after hearing this."

"Now you see it!" Although he could understand why Bob looked like this, Lewis couldn't help but avoid his look of helping in jealousy.

Promotion was his always dream. But now this kind of good thing has not fallen on him, but it has fallen on Bob, a guy with no ambitions. This really makes him feel like he is blind.

In this situation, the more he thought about it, he could only wave his hand and signal them to take Bob away as soon as possible. Seeing that he could no longer maintain his comfortable life, Bob immediately started to wail like a pig.

Of course, this was useless. He was still packed into a black Chevrolet as if he had been tied up. Looking at the employees who were provoked by Bob's howling, Lewis felt jealous and drove them up happily.
Chapter completed!