People in DC, every day administrative leave

Unexpectedly, there is a large dog more than ten meters long next to the hexagonal base. Like its owner, Nodens, the King of Hunting, it has a body made of some kind of red and blue energy.

"It's called Louis, and it's a product of biotechnology."

Seeing the keyboard taking away the base camp that should belong to him, Nodens, the hunting king with no temper, called the most loyal hound and introduced it to the people next to him.

Then there are the seven hard-working slaves. He said that these gadgets have received professional training and can do many things.

And after genetic modification, these guys can withstand various harsh environments, including surviving in space.

It sounds like these dwarfs who are more like red-skinned goblins are perfect tool men, so Zhang San told the red-skinned goblins that the person they want to serve now has changed from Nodens to himself.

"As long as you're willing to raise your salary, we don't have any problem."

"Salary increase?" He looked at the tool man who said this. He was wearing boxer shorts like the others, with metal arm guards on both hands, and a small three-cornered hat on his head, which was a bit unclear.

Although they look similar to hairless and noseless golden monkeys compared to serious goblins, the idea that they want a salary increase is different from what Zhang San thought.

"What's your name? Or do you have no name?"

"Herbert Tudmouth, sir."

"So Herbert, don't you know that a slave is not entitled to wages?"

Unless the slave rules in other dimensions are different, Zhang San can't think of a reason that would make slaves ask their new master's salary.

For a tool like a slave, as long as he has enough to eat and a place to sleep, he is considered a good treatment, and he also needs a salary! ?

"No sir, in fact we are servants, we are still studying in the servant school and got certification!"

Herbert told the new boss their reasoning. There was a big difference between servants and slaves because the former received a stipend and a salary.

The seven of them all graduated from servant schools, and they were the kind who professionally worked for the boss and got paid.

"I have always regarded them as slaves."

The Redskin Goblins' former boss explained to their new boss that Nodens had never thought that Keyboard would be struggling with that little salary.

These little guys don't eat as much food in a week as Louis does in a day, and for a meager salary they can get very cost-effective labor.

Why.

After thinking about it, Zhang San still wanted to keep these seven super tool men with their own labor bonus.

It is impossible to pay wages, but it can be mentioned in other aspects.

"I can provide each of you with food, accommodation, and free medical treatment."

"Including dental care?"

"Yes, anything related to your health is free."

It seems that going to the dentist in other dimensions is also very expensive, and they didn't even care that the new boss didn't mention salary in his words.

The little man raised his hands and said happily: "As long as you can fulfill your promise, boss, we will always be your servants."

"Very well, I'll take you to your workplace now."

Zhang San was quite satisfied with the other party's attitude. He decided to put all these super tool men in the war world to speed up the construction of the most enjoyable entertainment planet in the universe.

The blue light projected by the mouse in his hand brought everyone into the data world, and the next second he appeared in the war world that was far away just now.

But I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Zhang San felt that there seemed to be fewer passers-by in the city. He went to the palace next to the arena that had been converted into a prison, but he couldn't find the Speedmaster who should be staying there.

After more than ten seconds, the Speedmaster who received the news came back. The dark circles on his face looked like he hadn't slept much in the past two days.

"I have brought you some subordinates. They are gods from other dimensions. Can you manage them?"

"Even if there is a god, the god on this planet can only be me. You don't have to worry about this problem."

Speedmaster is still as confident and arrogant as before, and he really has the ability to say this.

After the keyboard released those gods, he began to wonder whether this tall guy, each with his own characteristics, was a god.

Ileta, the emptiness, the elegy of eternal sorrow, Nodens, the king of hunting, the desire of the heart.

"What do they do?" Speedmaster asked the keyboard, pointing to the seven red-skinned dwarfs who had just appeared.

"These are my slaves. These are your employees. His name is Herbert Tudmus. He and six other people can help you with anything."

Zhang San didn't hand over the wanderer to Speedmaster. He had other arrangements for the woman.

Staff?

After hearing this unusual word, Supermaster knew how to treat these little red-skinned dwarfs. When Keyboard was in the mining area, he often called Deadshot his employees, while those Kryptonians, him and Johnny Quick were slave.

As far as he knew, Deadshot could get paid as an employee, and he could also go back to Earth to visit his daughter from time to time.

And slaves?

In addition to working, Zod and the other Kryptonians eat and sleep every day.

Before leaving, Zhang San called Speedmaster outside to talk about the treatment of Herbert and the others: "Give them a dormitory with a TV and a refrigerator. If anyone is found to be sick, send them to him for treatment." .”

"Also, don't pay them a salary."

After explaining the last thing, he activated the teleporter and left the war world directly.

Zhang San, who appeared in the back mountain base, found Corelli who was training alone. As the captain of the ace team, this woman had always worked very hard.

"Owner."

She put away the weapon in her hand and lowered her head towards the keyboard she had just entered into the training room, then raised it to find out what the other party wanted to give her.

As Zhang San's hand moved to the side, the blue figure projected by the red light entered Corelli's sight.

"Her name is Senna, she is a god from another dimension. Add her to your team and her name will be Rogue."

Outer universe god?

"Okay Master." Corelli nodded and accepted the task assigned to her by the keyboard. Although Senna is a woman with a bit of resentment on her face, she will train this outer universe god well.

brush.

When the keyboard was teleported away, the Wanderer, who had seemed particularly quiet just now, suddenly changed. She gathered energy and stood opposite Corelli and threatened: "You'd better not listen to it."

"Actually, I can be considered a god."

Corelli put the sword in her hand back into the weapon cabinet next to her, and wearing a sportswear, Corelli covered herself with an energy suit with a bracelet.

Then she walked back to Senna, raised her clenched fists, and said, "If you want me to listen to you, you have to defeat me first. Come on." (End of Chapter)