The Social Life of the Supreme God

Chapter 1 Taboo Group, but labor outsourcing

In the kitchen, a pot of hot oil was poured over the hand-rolled thick noodles, turning the vegetable leaves into brown.

Then he scooped out a big spoonful of minced meat from the hot pot and put it on top of the fragrant chili peppers - a woman whose makeup could no longer cover her freckles walked to the living room holding a porcelain bowl filled with "noodles".

"Ali, I've been waiting for a long time. Didn't you delay anything?" She said and planned to bend down - but the young man in front of her got up first, took the bowl and put it on the table.

"It's okay, I have plenty of time today." The young man with black hair and black eyes opened the disposable chopsticks and slowly ate the noodles.

"Don't keep your colleagues waiting too long." The woman smiled softly and cast her gaze in the direction of the door - at the entrance, there were two middle-aged men in suits and ties. They were close to both sides of the shoe cabinet, standing straight.

Among them, the shorter one peeked in the direction of the dining table from the corner of his eye. At the same time, his right hand was firmly inserted in the inner pocket of his jacket, as if he was holding something tightly.

"Sir, sir! My, the target seems to be a bit abnormal. Do you need to take any measures?"

The short man was stuttering a little at this time. He carefully peeked sideways - in the middle of the living room, the young man with black hair and black eyes was sitting alone at the dining table, talking to himself in the air, and from time to time making "praising" gestures. "Pull the air into your mouth."

"Take your hand off the handle of the gun, and if you dare to show any hostile behavior, we are all dead." The tall middle-aged man called the chief lowered his voice and said every word through gritted teeth.

It wasn't until the person next to him slowly pulled his hand away from his left chest that he couldn't help but frown and continued to ask in a low voice: "Soldier. Didn't the outsourcing agreement specify the content of this project?"

"The report states that when accessing the details of the agreement, there is only one line of small text on the page - 'Access only to P4 employees and above'."

"The damn Foreign Recruitment Department values ​​information security more than human life and almost caused a big mess." Although the tall middle-aged man said this, his face remained unchanged: "Now, soldier. I will briefly tell you Please listen carefully to some of your 'information', it is related to whether you can walk out of this building alive."

"Yes! Sir." Seeing the seriousness of the other party's words, the short soldier couldn't help but cheer up.

"The man over there seems to be a little out of his mind...sir." The officer said, casting his eyes on the young man who was still sitting at the dining table not far away, talking and laughing into the air: "Yes. An important asset of our country and a valuable tool. I cannot reveal too much information about him. You just need to remember that he is absolutely friendly and completely harmless to us."

"As for the being who is 'talking' to him at the moment..." he said, turning his gaze to the air opposite the young man: "Taboo 0197, scientific name 'Mother', rule-level spiritual taboo, hazard index: cold wave. "

After a moment of pause, the man continued to ask: "Do you understand what this means?"

"Yes, yes...Sir. I told you during the interview." At this moment, the short man felt that the hairs on his back were standing on end, and the sluggishness between sentences was more serious than before: "This, this means...this taboo Able to easily massacre an entire group?"

As he spoke, his throat felt dry and sore, and he swallowed saliva subconsciously.

"Soldier. Regarding the information about 0197, you only need to remember one thing now - absolutely, never show any hostility towards that 'sir', including but not limited to any aggressive behavior, including words."

As he spoke, the officer quietly pointed in the direction of the dining table and confirmed the soldier's reaction with his eyes.

"I know you have a lot of questions. But now, please don't ask 'why'. All you have to do is believe me unconditionally. Do you understand?"

Facing the opponent's oppressive words and gaze, the soldier hurriedly expressed his stance: "Understood, I will obey your orders unconditionally."

Just when the officer nodded slightly and was about to turn away and end the conversation, the soldier seemed to suddenly remember something and continued to ask: "Sir, if you tell me this, won't it be against the rules?"

"P5 and above have the right to disclose information to external recruiters during the project process - information that is helpful to achieve project results." He turned to the left as he spoke: "Let me tell you this now, it is completely in compliance with the regulations."

The man looked outside the door. On the other end of the old metal security door - in the narrow residential corridor, a dozen armed men with loaded guns and full black tactical uniforms were waiting.

...

Inside the shiny tactical helmet, large beads of sweat gathered quietly, sliding down his forehead uncontrollably. "Why did the team leader bring an outsourcer into the project? Senior." Close to the corner of the stairs, leaning over the helmet of a teammate at the end of the team, a soft female voice came out.

"Don't poke me with this thing." The male team member, who was called the senior, pushed away the rifle muzzle of the woman behind him that was stuck on his butt without looking back, "Where did you learn this bad habit?"

"Just a little bit~" The girl's playful tongue sticking out came from under the helmet behind her, which made the male team member immediately recall the tender face under the opponent's helmet.

His tone unconsciously became gentle: "Today is your first time on the field, so it's understandable that you're a little excited. But..."

"If you cherish this job, cherish this official position that you worked so hard to get, then always remember our team training - shoot when the team leader tells you to shoot, and do it when the team leader tells you to do it. Other times... …Don’t look, don’t ask, don’t be curious, don’t do anything unnecessary.”

As the male team member spoke, he turned around and slowly raised the orange-lighted tactical goggles, revealing a pair of slightly narrowed eyes underneath.

"Formal workers are not consumables. As long as you don't commit suicide, you can always enjoy this generous 'field service fee'."

"Oh." The female voice behind him responded obediently: "But senior, there is something."

"Zhao Tiezhu, stop chatting and concentrate on your work."

A hoarse male voice filled with electricity suddenly came from inside their helmets, interrupting the girl's words.

"Brother Zhuzi, that's it. When you were talking just now, you forgot to turn off the team call." The girl continued to remind her kindly - everything the male team member said just now was broadcast live.

"Damn you, you should have told me earlier!"

The male team member who was called Tiezhu roared in his heart. But he silently put the eyepiece back on his hand, leaned against the wall again, closed his eyes and waited quietly.

In the dim corridor, the relaxed atmosphere that had just appeared disappeared in an instant.

The breathing of more than a dozen people, through their helmets, silently echoed in the upper and lower floors of the tube building. Just when this silent and depressing atmosphere was about to tear the patience of the girl at the end of the team again, a crisp click of the lock resounded throughout the corridor.

Accompanied by the abnormal sound of the old security door being slowly opened, the room that this heavily armed team had been "guarding" was opened from the inside.

"Auntie, don't send it away. I have to go back to work."

A tall middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked out of the room first. Behind him, a young man with black hair and black eyes turned around and waved goodbye to some "person".

At the end of the team, the girl who was on field duty for the first time stood up slightly out of curiosity. She peeked into the room through the eyepiece - a pale white woman's head with long hair, her neck tilted tightly against the three-meter-high ceiling of the room. From the woman's neck down, there are slender, white and tender arms. There are densely packed arms that are countless.

The squirming arms piled up into irregular white flesh. Among them, the fingers of many palms were scrambling to tear apart the body of a recently deceased male.

Among them was a dead head dripping with dark red bodily fluids - just before the head was about to be completely submerged and soaked red with blood in the "arm purgatory", the girl recognized the dead face -

It was the "outsourced" personnel she mentioned just now.

The next moment, the girl only felt her shoulders sink. Looking down - a pair of slender white arms had gently wrapped around her neck.

　New books are on the shelves. Whether it is praise or criticism, your attention is the best support for me.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)