Chapter 14: A completely unfamiliar codename

Chapter 14: A completely unfamiliar codename

Jonathan spent two hours in the therapy room, had three cups of latte, and even joined James for lunch in the staff cafeteria at his invitation.

When he left, James thoughtfully handed him a whole can of coffee beans, saying, "I really like these beans, I hope you will too."

Jonathan accepted James's kindness reluctantly and returned to the rest area with a can of coffee beans.

It was the afternoon now, and lunch break had passed.

Setting the tin aside, Jonathan headed to Team 7's training area to check-in. Whether they were regular members or interns like him, they spent most of their time in training when not on missions. Combat training, such as shooting and hand-to-hand combat, was of paramount importance.

The elevator took him down a floor to the training complex. He scanned his iris at the entrance.

"Intern security officer Jonathan, you can use the training equipment in areas A and B for basic training. The use of other areas is temporarily not open to you."

There was a difference in treatment between interns and regular employees, but Jonathan didn't care much. After all, he didn't know how to use more advanced equipment. His purpose in coming to the training room this time was to confirm his control over firearms.

Area A included a shooting training room. Jonathan entered the room, glanced around, saw that it was fairly empty, and took an open spot.

"Please select your training weapon," Moss said.

"Standard handgun," Jonathan replied.

The metal table in front of him silently flipped open on both sides, and a black gun lay quietly on the table.

Jonathan picked up the gun, disassembled it after a few seconds of thought, memorized its components, and then put them back together one by one.

He held the gun level and said in the most comfortable posture, "Three-meter target."

"Yes, a three-meter target is set," Moss responded.

Jonathan didn't aim much, he fired by feel. With the continuous gunshots, all the bullets he fired hit the target, none missed, and each bullet was within the eight-ring.

The recoil of this gun was slightly larger than he expected, and his palm was a bit numb.

Jonathan had no idea of his performance. He changed the magazine, intending to try the "ten-meter target."

"Ten-meter target is set," Moss said.

The target was farther this time, and people with average vision could hardly see the circles on the target.

Jonathan steadied himself, held up the gun, and this time he aimed consciously, pulled the trigger, and fired only one bullet.

"Bang!"

The bullet hit the center of the target, the very center of the ten-ring!

Jonathan's eyebrows relaxed, "Moss, fifteen-meter target."

He made several attempts, gradually increasing the target distance from fifteen to twenty-five meters. Every time he fired, his lowest score never fell out of the seven-ring.

Jonathan's fingertips were numb, but his body and mind felt comfortable as if all the troubles and pressures were fired out with his gunshots.

Such results were not without the blessing of his "combat instinct", but he also had great shooting talent. He improved his understanding and knowledge of guns through repeated shootings, and training was his way of familiarizing himself with these metal weapons.

Being proficient in using guns and having strong physical abilities and combat skills, Jonathan was no longer the weakling he once was. even Among the security officers, he also was one of the more outstanding ones.

Moreover, he has already a super ability.

In this morning's mission, he killed Sean, stripping him of his superpower, "Shadow Travel".

His current status panel had significantly changed.

Basic Attributes

Name: Jonathan

"Are there many people with psychological problems in the investigative department?" Jonathan asked.

"Well, with high work pressure, you will always encounter various problems. We are constantly in danger. I had a colleague who had nightmares for a week after his first mission to exterminate the Xenobiotics creature. It was James who helped him with psychological counseling. It's necessary to have a psychological therapy room in the investigative department," Robert said, "If psychological problems are not resolved in time, they can lead to serious consequences. I have seen such examples around me. An old colleague from the next team developed serious psychological problems because of accidentally killing a civilian, but others didn't notice... In the end, he committed suicide."

Robert sighed, "Sometimes, people can show amazing resilience in the face of stress, but at times, the mind can be so fragile that it can't take a hit."

Jonathan thought for a moment, "I'll try to avoid making such mistakes... Actually, I wanted to ask you about the formal employment procedure. Is it convenient for you to talk about?"

"There's nothing inconvenient about it. This is an open secret. The interviewers for each formal employment interview are always the same," Robert said, "The interviewers are usually the team leaders of various groups. Just answer the interviewers' questions honestly. You have to be honest."

Be honest? Jonathan immediately remembered Dr. Neil's warning and the rumored superpower of the leader of the criminal investigation team.

"I understand, thank you for your reminder." His mood sank slightly.

"Trainee Security Officer Jonathan, please report to the Seventh Team office," Moss suddenly conveyed to him.

Jonathan was slightly surprised, but Robert laughed and said, "Is the captain going to discuss the formal employment process with you?"

"Then I'll go first," Jonathan said goodbye to him and left the training room.

Riding the elevator, Jonathan's thoughts were very calm. He had only been in the second world for a few days, and his mentality had undergone a radical transformation.

He had gone from a newly graduated high school student busy looking for part-time work to a qualified undercover agent. Even his thinking had been assimilated by his undercover identity. He was always worried about this or that, considering every aspect and leaving no loopholes. Dealing with people required a lot of caution, and every word needed to be carefully considered. It was mentally exhausting.

Jonathan arrived at Martin's office and the metal door opened.

"You're here, Jonathan. Fill this out." Martin said

He handed over a paper form, and the title of the form was "Regular Employment Application".

"Can I be promoted?" Jonathan asked.

"If you pass the final interview, yes, it's not difficult. You can do it," Martin said, "The interview is scheduled for nine o'clock tomorrow morning, is that okay?"

Jonathan could only respond, "I have no problem, Captain."

"Good, once you're officially employed, you can move into the employee dormitory. It's safer than Baker Street near your home," Martin said.

After filling out the form, it was almost time to off.

Jonathan said goodbye to Martin, went back to the rest area to pick up the coffee beans James had given him, took the elevator downstairs, and prepared to go home.

As soon as he got on the hover rail car, Jonathan opened his bracelet. Fox had sent him several messages.

"I went to the port again."

"I didn't find anything else. I encountered a few hostile gang members. They are too troublesome. Can I kill them?"

"If you don't reply to me, I will act freely. You said I can make my own decisions, right?"

"I've already killed them."

"I encountered the port smugglers..."

"I didn't kill them this time. They were smuggling liquor, not worth paying attention to."

"Why aren't you replying to me? Are you that busy?"

"When do you get off work?"

Jonathan was speechless as he read the messages and decided to switch to another page.

The next message was from someone else, and Jonathan perked up as he read the content.

"Midnight, at the Ruby Bar in the Harbor District, the mission execution team has a collective meeting to discuss the specific task allocation for the port bombing. All members must be present."

The sender —— red.

A completely unfamiliar codename.