On the other side.

In the organization's logistics base.

The decent player looked at the new request sent by Calvados: "..." Heart, psychologist?

It’s okay to ask for a house, as long as you have money, you can always find it. But the psychologist... Where can I have that kind of thing in the organization now?

Cadres walking in the dark world are the norm for suspicion, and few people can feel at ease to hand over themselves to a psychologist.

Because the demand is not as large as imagined, there are not so many doctors in the organization.

The number is already rare, and a few died accidentally. The rest are either on a business trip or rack their brains to other places after hearing the rumor of the wind. Occasionally, there are a few fish that miss the net, which are also the exclusive doctors of some adults. It is impossible for anyone to give it to...

After a headache for a moment, the Delivery General looked at the supervisor who was passing by accidentally and whispered: "Well, do we have a psychologist now?"

Supervisor: "!" is here!

He put down his coffee cup and looked at his subordinate through the foggy lenses. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that this guy might have had another boss.

"Think about it carefully, maybe the silence that just now was actually this kid seeking help from 'that thing' under the guise of work... And now, he wants to ask me for a psychologist and take the reward for being that cadre?"

"Hmph, you can eat and take it, you're really a master who makes money by making money."

The supervisor sneered in his heart, wanting to spray a sip of coffee on the head of this former capable general and let him go as far as he can... But of course, a mature and rational member of the organization would not do such a thing.

So in the end, the supervisor just put the coffee cup back on the table and asked in detail as if nothing had happened: "What are you going to do for this? You are not feeling very calm recently?"

"It's not me, it's Calvados' need." Deligan sighed sympathetically, "I checked his recent experience, and it can be called a case-ridden... In this case, the psychological situation is inevitable."

"Oh?" The supervisor thought for a while, and felt that the explanation was reasonable. He felt a little relieved and he hugged his arms and started thinking.

——If Calvados only needs it, things will be easy to do, and you can pass it perfunctorily.

But if it's really "that thing" wants...

Compared with other departments of the organization, the logistical death rate is undoubtedly very low. As long as the supply channels are maintained and no sudden idea of ​​running for illegal transactions, this work is actually not easy to go wrong.

In the eyes of ordinary citizens, they are extrajudicial madmen. In the eyes of extrajudicial madmen, they are bigger extrajudicial madmen standing at the top of the food chain... The only threat comes from the inside, but organizational cadres need support from backing and will not conflict with the logistics department when they are idle. Even if there is a conflict, because the organization strictly prohibits internal strife, few people will come to the door to find fault with guns.

In short, for a long time, the supervisor has always felt that as long as he does his job diligently, his personal safety will stand on the top of darkness.

... Until that rumor appears.

No one can tell whether it was an accident, an unlucky or a person killed by his own people. In short, from which point in time, the chances of organization members encountering an "accident" quietly increased.

And the increasingly famous "death base" is also in front of you, so no one knows whether to pay attention to it.

This feeling of not knowing that one day it will fall on oneself, and even if it is affected, it can only leave with grievance, which makes the long-awaited supervisor feel fear for a long time.

"If I had really had face-to-face contact with that cadre, I might not have been so afraid. But I just heard of the 'rumor'... Alas, even though I knew the rumors might have been magnified, I had to guard against it. When will this kind of day end?"

He pressed his eyebrows tiredly, and the supervisor ended the brief brainstorming. He thought for a while and said to the great trouble in front of him:

"Doctors are busy during this period, so it should be difficult to spare time. I will send an email to ask them when they are free - Calvados, so you can deal with it first and let him not be anxious."

Let's take a few days to see the attitude of this confidant - if it's really just that Calvados wants a psychiatrist, he will definitely not be too anxious. And if he is anxious like an ant on a hot pan... Then this confidant is a serious confidant with 100% purity.

The supervisor pushed his glasses, and a scheming reflection flashed on the lenses.

...

Bright Apartment.

The news from Calvados was sent for a while and finally received a reply.

However, when you open it, there is no time and place for meeting a psychologist like before, but a large string of words and polite words.

Calvados looked at the full screen in his email. In summary, he only had the email with the sentence "No doctor is available for the time being, I am looking for it, don't be impatient": "..."

"I can't pull out the gun, the stronghold needs to be rented temporarily, and the psychologist also needs to find it... What's going on in Tokyo's logistics group? Are you facing financial difficulties? Are you going to go bankrupt?"

A sniper was puzzled, but he knew the logistics style - since he gave such a reply, it was probably true.

After a moment of confusion, he sighed, threw away his phone and thought alone: ​​"They have explained the matter of guns and strongholds before, so I won't talk about this for now. As for the doctor..."

After staring at the ceiling and walking for a while, Calvados suddenly found a possible reason: "The crime rate here is relatively high, and I must be more than one unlucky person involved in accidents. In this case, it is no wonder that psychologists are in short supply."

"Since that's the case, then wait in line first, I'm not in a hurry anyway." Calvados threw away his phone and stopped thinking about these troubles. He took out a photo album of Chris Wenyad from his luggage, and while flipping through it, he quickly fell asleep peacefully.

As he fell asleep, the clipping set slid to the side, revealing a beautiful face on the pages.

The owner of this face had just tore off his face and was sitting in front of the computer typing on the keyboard quickly.

"Done."

After replying to the last email with a fictional address, Belmode pointed and pressed to enter the car, showing a sly smile amid the crisp keyboard sound.

"Sometimes, I should indeed learn from that child, prescribe the right medicine, and plan the actions I should take based on everyone's characteristics."
Chapter completed!