Jing Baiye did not have undercover PTSD, nor did he suffer from paranoia, but when he saw the word "undercover", he almost dropped his phone.
He really wanted to call Gin and ask him how he worked all these years. Didn't he say that he has been busy catching undercover agents? Why hasn't such a big CIA undercover agent been caught yet? He still has to let someone like Friedman
A semi-retired person came to Japan to help? He also had to deal with undercover agents...
Jing Baiye took a deep breath and threw down the towel for wiping his hair. The little white bee ran over quickly, caught the towel before it hit the ground, and ran away again. He sat back on the sofa and wiped the half-wet towel off.
I pushed my hair behind my ears and looked at the news again.
In fact, to be honest, he doesn't need to care so much. After all, he doesn't have much property that can be destroyed by undercovers... No, he has a house now. Although the boss bought it for him, it is still his property now, and the house is still
The more expensive high-rise apartments must not be destroyed again!
Jing Baiye put the Corgi doll behind him, half-lying on the sofa, and replied to the other party's message.
[Although I have the contact information of that person, as a strictly trained intelligence agency personnel, he will not tell me these things, right? Not only will he not tell me, but he may also alert the snake.——angostura]
Jing Baiye graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, majoring in computer science. It was not difficult for him to complete his studies. He was familiar with this knowledge as early as his first life, and his level was higher than the current top talents.
.
After all, his artificial intelligence robots at that time had developed to the point of uniting to attack humans on a large scale, especially those military robots with extremely powerful attacks. Their attacks on humans could only be described as massacres. He had to find a way to hack those
Stuff...and there is no decent artificial intelligence operating system here.
He himself is an elite in this field, and so are his classmates. Many of them got good jobs before graduating. Some chose to start their own businesses, some entered well-known companies, and some entered government agencies - some of them entered
The CIA.
Intelligence officers are not police officers who need to deal with criminals, nor are they soldiers who need to defend national security. Their work is more covert and dark. Not all intelligence agents have good skills that can easily subdue others. Some technical personnel need to be outstanding.
Professional knowledge, students who graduated from prestigious schools are in line with their recruitment requirements.
[I’m just asking you to ask casually...Are you still not up to par with your cliché and acting skills?——friedman]
"..." Jing Baiye was speechless.
As a being who was taken back into the organization by the Thousand-Faced Witch, the boss initially planned to train him to be an intelligence collector like Belmode, but he quickly gave up on this idea for two reasons: First, he had an upper lip on his left eye.
He has flaws, even if he is disguised, it is easy for people to see the flaws; secondly, his acting skills and cliché skills are quite... quite awkward.
He has a straightforward personality and doesn't like to talk about things in a roundabout way. When others ask him something, he will say it directly if he can, and he will also say that he can't tell the other person what he can't. He also likes others to be straightforward with him, and doesn't want others to be honest with him.
Tell him clearly what he doesn't want to do, and don't let him guess the other person's thoughts.
This kind of character has advantages. It is easy for others to tell when he is in a bad mood. It avoids making mistakes and is much easier to get along with than the unpredictable Gin. But it also has disadvantages - no matter how serious Belmode teaches.
, his acting skills and speaking skills will not improve in any way.
[Host, your acting skills are C-level, only slightly better than the disastrous D-level...] The system prompted.
[Really?] This is the first time Jing Baiye has heard a systematic evaluation of his acting skills. [Then Bellmode’s statement that acting is a disaster is no longer true.] It’s not that bad, at least it’s a little better.
leave.
He looked at the time on his phone and saw that it was now 7:12 pm. Unless there were special circumstances, his normal schedule was from 12 pm to 9 am the next morning, ensuring nine hours of rest every day.
[I will ask the boss and Gin about the CIA undercover, and I will assist if necessary... And about Midorikawa Shin, please send me a copy of his training results. I want to know more about him. —
—angostura】
【Understand.——friedman】
————
Toru Amuro stood in the shooting training hall of the training ground. Before picking up his gun, he went to the computer next to him to check the training results of today's bottom members. He found that there was no pseudonym on it, and the other party had not yet seen it today.
Been here.
This made him feel strange. Since there were surveillance cameras and bugs everywhere, the two of them rarely had the opportunity to communicate directly. Most of the time, they would check whether there were any training records today to determine the other party's situation. It was almost 8 p.m.
Well, Fa Xiao, who has always worked hard, still hasn't come here... Could it be that he has a mission?
Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps behind Amuro Tetsu. He turned around warily and found that the instructor Friedman was here.
"Amuro?" Friedman looked at him strangely, "Why are you still here?"
"I feel bad today, so I want to practice more here." Toru Amuro put on a smile on his face.
"You happen to be free, then help me compile Midorikawa's training results over the past month into a table and send it to me."
Friedman didn't think much about it. He didn't like sorting out trivial data. There happened to be someone with a ready-made tool, so he just threw it to the other party.
Toru Amuro, who was caught off guard when he heard the pseudonym being used, was startled. He quickly controlled his expression, and quickly observed Friedman's appearance, and found that the other person did not have any strange emotions.
"Are you sure it only takes about a month? Midorikawa hasn't come today yet. Do you want to wait until he completes today's training before we sort it out together?" He sat down on the chair in front of the computer again, and his tone was so natural that it seemed like he was just asking casually.
.
"He will be here later." Friedman raised his head and glanced at the clock above the computer. "You don't need to worry about him. Just sort out what you have done before. It's fast. It must be completed before nine o'clock."
Under many restrictions, Toru Amuro didn't ask any questions and watched Friedman leave the shooting training hall. He withdrew his gaze, faced the camera on the computer that was staring directly at him, and calmly retrieved the needed information from the computer.
Start organizing.
————
I took advantage of the break to sort out the outline and found a bug, so I will revise some of the previous chapters in the evening.
Since the original work is not finished yet, the boss and the relationship between Sister Bei and the boss will be personally designed.
The protagonist lives for the first time in a world where computer technology and artificial intelligence are highly developed (artificial intelligence is exterminating humanity), and for the second time he lives in a world of Danganronpa (which is kept secret before enrollment, and after enrollment, he witnesses the mass suicide of more than 2,000 classmates, and the school
The world outside has become chaotic), and it is not very peaceful. The world of Ke Xue, who kills people for trivial matters, is the most normal one.