Chapter 82 That’s how it was established

Facing the sharp eyes of these men, Wu Junle was shocked and moved his legs backwards unconsciously.

At this time, the door that had just been closed was opened again, and a bald man with a cigarette in his mouth walked in. He was about 1.9 meters tall. He looked down at Wu Junle who was bumping into him. He stared for a moment and took his mouth off.

The smoke in the room said: "Junle, find a seat and sit down. You and I scared the little kid."

It turned out to be a familiar person. Wu Junle breathed a sigh of relief and said angrily: "Brother Wen, I'm not a little brat."

"Then why are you scared when you see these idiots?" This Brother Wen, whose full name is Wen Lang, is one of the leaders of the organization. As for his position, it is still a mystery. Although he is fierce on the outside, he is actually very kind on the inside. He has always been fond of Wu Jun.

It's all about caring.

"I" Wu Junle hesitated to speak and looked weakly at the people in front of him.

"Cure your eyes, you scared the little kid." Wenlang said with a smile again.

"You look scary enough." The man with braids just now also said with a smile.

"Look, they are all idiots." Wen Lang said happily to Wu Jun.

"You are the idiot." Another man sitting on a chair with his legs crossed said.

"Everyone, please sit down." Wen Lang gently pushed Wu Junle and gave him a look.

Wu Junle said nothing and sat silently on the chair to the left of the man with long braids.

The man with long braids turned his face sideways, holding his right cheek and staring straight at Wu Junle. If you look closely, you can see that this brother with long braids has a pretty delicate face, a pair of phoenix eyes like a beauty in a poem, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and fair skin.

She is 1.78 meters tall and looks a bit like a cold girl with long hair.

Wenlang gently patted the pigtailed man on the head with the document in his hand, "Stop looking and introduce yourself."

"Mingo." The man with long braids simply said his name.

Wenlang patted him on the head again with the document and said, "How old are you? Why do you have long braids?"

"Twenty-three, I like braids." Ming Ge said unhappily.

"Next." Wenlang looked around everyone, and then pointed at a man wearing earrings. He had dark skin, a simple short haircut, and was 1.8 meters tall. He looked untouchable, "Tell me why you are so dark."

"Shi Shifeng, twenty-nine, black is born." The man smiled mischievously at Wu Jun who was looking at him.

"The black color is very healthy, not bad, and it is most convenient to move around at night." Wen Lang said, "Next one." This time he pointed to a man with wheat-colored skin, Korean-style short and relaxed hair, who looked neat and handsome, with deep eyes, and was 1.83 meters tall.

He is tall and looks like a man with many stories to tell. He puts his chin on the table with his hands, always paying attention to everyone's every move.

"Puli, twenty years old." He put down the hands holding his chin and said simply.

Wenlang smiled and nodded, and said: "The next one, oh, is our smiling male god." This time he was referring to a man with short hair and bangs, who also had wheat-colored skin, but had a different style from Puli.

, a handsome face with a smile all the time, a somewhat childish face, and a height of 1.78 meters.

"Meng Jiahang, twenty-six." He always smiled while speaking.

"The next one is our oldest uncle here. Oops, I want to beat him up looking at this." Wenlang smiled and pointed at the man sitting by the window with his legs crossed. He had a bronze complexion and looked a bit rough.

, his small eyes looked like they were not open, he also had a short haircut and a height of 1.86 meters.

"Hey, I'm not as old as you. Gu Yong, thirty-two." He snorted coldly.

"Yes, yes, the last one, little brat." Wen Lang stood in front of Wu Junle.

"Wu, Wu Junle, ten or twelve years old." Wu Junle introduced himself timidly.

"What? I can't hear it." Gu Yong, who was sitting by the window, picked out his ears with his fingers.

Wu Junle looked up at Wenlang, who winked at him and nodded.

"My name is Wu Junle, and I am twelve years old." He mustered up the courage, stood up, and faced everyone.

"Twelve years old?" Shi Shifeng was so surprised that his chin almost dropped to the table, "Oh~ that's him. The kid who has never performed a mission, must be him."

Twelve-year-old Wu Junle is not a small person in the organization, let alone a big one. There has always been a rumor in the organization that there is a little boy who has never performed a task. It is not because he is incompetent, but because his ability is beyond ordinary people. The organization

Always kept him in his collection.

Wenlang coughed a few times, motioned to others not to talk about this topic anymore, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you call me here?" Gu Yong's voice was as rough as his figure.

Wenlang coughed a few more times and said, "What else?"

"I don't know." Mingo said coldly.

"Because you are idiots, hahahahahaha!!" Wenlang laughed heartily.

"One day, I will definitely kill him." Meng Jiahang said the terrible words with a smile.

Wu Junle sat there silently, as if he had no business interrupting.

"Come with me." Wenlang suddenly changed his face, became serious, and threw the documents in his hand on the table.

Everyone followed him out of the clubroom in confusion. No one made a sound along the way and just followed him silently. They all knew that Wenlang would not tolerate any jokes when he was serious.

Wenlang took everyone on the elevator to the little-known basement of the headquarters. "Go in." Wenlang opened the door.

Looking around the four walls, they were all designed as information racks. They were packed so densely that no gaps could be found. Pu Li stretched out his hand to get some information, but Wenlang stopped him and said, "You can't touch it without permission."

Pu Li immediately reached out his hand.

"The information on these four walls has been filled in the past week." Wenlang picked up one and looked at it. "These information are related to all parts of the world, even to our surroundings. They are very involved. Maybe one day because of this place

He lost his life."

"Wenlang, have you forgotten our profession?" Shi Shifeng asked.

"I haven't forgotten, this is more dangerous than our original job." Wen Lang looked at everyone solemnly.

"Who is this client?" Pu Li asked.

"All kinds of people." Wenlang answered him uncertainly.

"Need to kill someone?" Pu Li asked.

"Maybe." Wenlang was still unsure of the answer.

"Need to help the bad guys?" Pu Li asked again.

"You can judge by yourself whether it is good or bad. Whether you do or not do every job is up to you. I will not participate in the decision." Wen Lang said.

Everyone was silent, looking at each other, maybe thinking, maybe already making a decision.

"Our job is to complete the information on this wall?" Meng Jiahang asked.

"The materials on the wall are commissioned from all over the world, and this is just the tip of the iceberg." Wen Lang said.

"So the mission of the Dragon Team is to handle commissions from all over the world?" Pu Li asked.

"Yes, and not at all." Wen Lang said: "I also said just now that it is up to you to decide whether to carry out the commission above. However, I want you to know that three-quarters of the above commissions come from various countries.

Entrusted by dignitaries or relatives of the emperor, it is you who decide on the solution."

The task seemed very important, so they didn't say anything. Since Wen Lang had already told them these things, it was probably impossible not to do it now.

"Then we have no choice but to do it." When everyone was silent, Shi Shifeng said loudly.

"That's the only way." Meng Jiahang said with a smile: "It doesn't matter whether you do it or not. Brother Wen has already told us the situation. It is impossible to escape."

Wenlang hummed happily.

"Wenlang, how is the salary calculated?" Gu Yong asked.

"It's five times what it is now." Wen Lang said.

"Do it, do it right away." When Gu Yong heard it, he said it five times. He felt like he had been given a shot of blood, and his eyes were filled with money.

"Jun Le, what do you think?" Wen Lang asked Wu Junle, who had been silent next to him, worried that he would not adapt.

When he asked, several other people looked at Wu Junle, feeling embarrassed, "Do it." He clenched his fists and shouted.

"Hahahahaha, yes." Wenlang laughed, "Now let's finish the first thing."

"What's the matter?" Mingo asked.

"Get a tattoo of our logo." Wen Lang said, "Follow me."

This time he took everyone back to the department room, where there was a person wearing a mask waiting inside.

"Here we come." Wenlang went up and shook hands with him politely.

Wenlang rolled up his sleeves, revealing his tanned arms. On his arms was a tattoo of a flying dragonfly. He said, "This is our logo. You can decide the position of the tattoo as you wish."

"Why dragonfly?" Wu Junle asked curiously.

"Well" Wenlang raised his forehead and thought: "I guess I want you to kill pests like dragonflies. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."

"Is it so casual?" Meng Jiahang said helplessly.

"Maybe he happened to see the dragonfly when he was thinking about the name." Shi Shifeng said softly to Ming Ge next to him.

"I heard everything." Wenlang raised his boxer and wanted to punch him, "By the way, I almost forgot something important. Every morning from 6 to 9 am is training time, everyone, come on!"

"Ah? It's earlier than now?" Ming Ge said unhappily.

"Yes." Wen Lang said.

"It's fatal." Mingo lowered his head, saying he couldn't accept it.

After everyone got dragonfly tattoos, the tattoo artist left.
Chapter completed!