Chapter 1654： Chest without a big man, Bob

Bob is a otaku.

Like most otaku, other people are harmless, not good at socializing, poor friends, not like girls, some obese, and knowing to be addicted to the second world.

Of course, he also has a different place than the average otaku. The most typical one is that he is a technical house and a very unusual technical house.

What is the point that is not normal? This question can be seen from his work unit.

Bob Wilson, a former five-level agent of the SHIELD, is currently working at the Tianmeng Bureau branch logistics management center. As a non-fieldman, his only role is to manage his vast data and data for the US branch of the Tianshou Bureau. This is his talent. He has been an IQ student since he was a child, and he has been able to face these headaches with more than five doctoral degrees. He has always been handy.

It's not that he doesn't have the ability to cope with more complicated and more important work, but the guy who thinks about this house man has no intention to mix such work.

I am embarrassed to engage in weapons research and development. He is a pure pacifist, let alone develop it. Even if he touches this kind of anti-personnel weapon, he is not willing. And doing biological or chemical experiments, if it is in college, is fine. At that time, he was able to guarantee his academic purity. After he graduated from work, he was reluctant to do such work either in the SHIELD or in the current Tianshou Bureau.

Others don't know what these jobs are doing, but his heart is clear. Every day, the data that drifted from his eyes can guide him to a truth that is accurate enough. Those high-tech weapon development trials, those super-soldier programs for human research, are enough to make him repel any possibility of touching these things.

He is rather willing to be an idiot idiot and not willing to let himself and these things involve a trace of relationship. So soon, he fell from a quasi-high-level researcher to the current position that can only be in the warehouse to manage logistics and information.

In the eyes of many people who are optimistic about him, this is a very pity. Because of his talents, the knowledge he has mastered will definitely make him more qualified for his work and gain greater benefits. However, he himself ruined himself. Let him fall directly into the dust from the height that can climb to the cloud.

Unfortunately, it is a pity. However, Bob himself does not think so. For him, being able to do such a leisurely job, and leading a nearly four-digit weekly salary, is enough to satisfy a thing.

Others are slashing at a bunch of messy creatures, and he is playing games. Someone is holding a gun, sitting on the plane and killing him outside. He is chasing the new fan. The same salary, completely different work, there is nothing to complain about. If you really want to complain, you might as well think about the colleagues who have already received the lunch. Compared with them, shouldn't you feel lucky?

Bob has always been so self-consoling, living a life that has lived through. When the SHIELD turbulence became the day of the hammer, and the old colleagues who laughed at him in the past also took the lunch one by one, he insisted on this idea.

When it comes to salted fish, nothing bad. At the very least, your salted fish can still smash twice. Unlike the ambitious guys, they are now basically dead fish.

Bob mixed up for years and years, until this day, he came to his office as usual.

This is a small town in the southwestern United States. Not too far from downtown Los Angeles, it is about two or three hours by car. Features Danish-style buildings, windmills, wines and specialty crafts. Because of the big cities like Los Angeles, although the number of households is scarce, the traffic is quite large.

Bob's office here is ostensibly a logistics transfer station. In addition to providing logistics services to the residents here, it also includes services for mailing items for visitors from all over the world. In a way, the business here is quite good. Otherwise, this small station like a sparrow can't afford more than a dozen employees.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Bob. Because he does not receive salary from here. In fact, his work is also somewhat out of touch with this transfer station. Because nominally, although he is the manager of this transfer station, in fact, there are others who do this work. He is only responsible for moving the results of others' work to his own side, and then pretending to direct others.

In the eyes of those employees, he is a somewhat embarrassed and well-talking boss. But only he and his mean secretary know that his real job is to manage the hidden base under the transfer station.

In addition to keeping some special materials that are not often used, he has to do all the sort of information from the Los Angeles area and then send it to the place where the information is needed. In terms of his ability, this is a very easy job. So of course, he can spend a lot of time on other places.

This is the most painful thing for his colleague, his secretary. Because whoever is busy doing superficial camouflage work all day, I find that my colleagues are always laughing, and when they are doing nothing, they will have such an idea.

He has repeatedly asked for permission to exchange Bob's work with each other, but because of the lack of authority, he has no way to accept Bob's work. This is a long time, he is naturally a grievance. This is manifested in the camouflage work he wants to maintain on weekdays, naturally making him look mean and bitter.

The same is true today. When Bob walked in and smiled and said hello, he immediately rolled his eyes. Then he said to him blankly.

"Today's work has been arranged, I recorded it in your workbook, you only need to follow the above plan. I also remind you that camouflage work is my responsibility, so when I punish those who committed When you are the wrong employee, you better not to fill the people casually and let them go. You make my work difficult, do you know?"

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

The otaku, who has always been harmless to humans and animals, certainly made a guarantee by patting the chest. As for his assurance, Lewis, as a colleague, just turned a blind eye and left himself here.

He knows what Bob is going to do next, and if he doesn't have enough authority, he will find trouble for himself if he wants to stay there. As an agent of the Tianshou Bureau, he certainly has his own professional ethics. So even if he is not reconciled, he can only continue the work he should do.

However, today and the past are obviously different. Because when he came out of Bob's office, he immediately saw two guys in black suits and swayed toward him.

He has been trained to see the essence of the two guys' movements. They are definitely special personnel who have undergone rigorous military training and are engaged in secret work. This made him feel the spirit immediately. While quietly sending a message to Bob, he also greeted him and asked them harshly.

“This is a private office and does not allow any unsolicited visitors to get involved. Two, you have come to the wrong place!”

"Lewis Jordan? We are the staff from the Tianshou Bureau branch. This is our ID and internal number. You can verify it. We have orders to execute this time, so can you please let it go? Don't hinder our official business?"

I heard that colleagues are currently, after confirming their identity, Lewis naturally has no reason to continue to block. He let go of his body, and soon he saw the two big-waisted guys dragged a dead pig like a dead pig, dragging Bob out of his office.

This made him a little surprised, because no one knows better than his own people that this colleague is harmless. Don't say that he will be a spy who is here. Even if he is allowed to use his own authority to smear something, he is afraid that he will not have this courage.

This is clean, I am afraid that even now a virgin little fat man will actually commit something and be taken away by the above people, which he can not believe anyway. With such skepticism, he immediately questioned the two employees.

"What mistakes Bob made in the end, you have to take him away, is there something wrong in the middle?"

"Sorry, you made a mistake. The order we received was to take Bob Wilson to Washington to take office. In other words, he was promoted. The ghost knows what the fault is, and it will reveal such a Looks like a ghost. I have never seen people react to this after hearing their promotion."

"Now you see it!" Although it is quite understandable why Bob would be like this, Lewis couldn't help but avoid the way he asked for help.

Promotion, this is his long-standing dream. Now that this kind of good thing has not fallen on his head, it is worth it. Actually, it still falls on Bob’s uninspired guy. This really gives him a feeling of being blind.

In this case, the more he wants to get angry, he can only wave his hand and signal that they will take Bob away as soon as possible. Seeing that he could no longer maintain his comfortable life, Bob immediately mourned as if he were killing pigs.

Of course, this didn't help, he still packed into a black Chevrolet like a ticket. And looking at the employees who were provoked by Bob's screams, Lewis groaned and rushed to these people.

"Okay, don't look at the excitement. Mr. Wilson has been taken away by the people of i because of the tax evasion. If you don't want to provoke these terrible guys, it's better to be honestly doing nothing." It’s good to see.”