Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

Some of the fragments from the exploded gun also fell on her face.

It was still the same, it just made her feel pain but didn't hurt her.

"It's quite interesting."

Fukukai Yamato witnessed the entire process and gave his opinion at the end.

It seemed that Veneto's behavior opened the door to a new world for her.

"I really didn't expect him to pull the trigger, even though I was squeezing the barrel so obviously."

Veneto scratched his hair, confused. This burly guy must have something wrong with his brain.

"Forget it, leave him alone. The gunshots must have alerted the people inside. Let's go in and take a look while the chaos is going on."

Veneto recalled some movies he had seen in which there were scenes of people taking advantage of chaos to fish in troubled waters.

Just like she had tried to escape to the sea by taking advantage of the troubled waters in Nagasaki Castle.

It's just that she and Fukami Yamato failed that time.

She waved above her head, and the owl's claws carried the middle-aged man down.

The owl's body is more than 1 meter long, and it is a Veneto ship uniform, not a real owl.

With such an exaggerated carrying capacity...everything related to KanColle cannot be inferred by common sense.

Passing through the pitch-black corridor, Veneto arrived at the hall of this underground trading center.

There was chaos here at this time. Many people were trying to find a way to escape, and some people bumped into each other.

Tables, chairs, benches, cigarettes, alcohol, sugar and tea were all mixed together and rolled to the ground, becoming the culprit that hindered the movement of people.

Most of the collision accidents here are basically caused by the dim environment.

In order to create a more pleasant atmosphere, the tavern owner covered all the natural light sources in the hall, leaving only some artificial lights.

It doesn’t matter at ordinary times, but it seems very high-end.

But once danger occurs, guests can easily become confused because they cannot see things clearly.

This is also because this is an underground mercenary task trading center.

Underground organizations work against the official authorities, so there is no way the fire department would come to inspect firefighting measures, or emergency exit signs, and naturally no one would think of installing them.

In order to raise the status of the place, guests are even brought in by the waiters on weekdays.

When people go out, the waiter will lead them out.

It is estimated that some customers, especially the wealthy people who come to hire people, don’t even remember the structure of this place.

After Veneto and Deep Sea Yamato entered the mission hall, they found that they had integrated well into the surrounding environment.

It was dark and dark all around, they were all wearing black, and the crowd was chaotic.

Not many people would judge whether the person next to them had been in the hall before or had just sneaked in.

Of course, many people don’t even recognize the people around them.

Because basically everyone is wearing a mask.

Of course, the middle-aged people following them were not so integrated into the environment.

Fortunately, he was dressed similarly to the other mercenaries in the room, and Veneto had casually wrapped his face with several layers of black gauze, so it wasn't conspicuous.

"This is so interesting. These people are like flies and can't find their way."

Fukama Yamato was very interested. He half-bent over and huddled in a corner with Veneto, watching the chaotic crowd.

"Be careful. In a chaotic scene like this, don't get trampled."

Veneto recalled the stampede he had seen reported on the news.

People at that time had no rationality at all and would not lower their heads to see what they were stepping on.

"Also. Look carefully to see if there is anyone who is giving you a task."

Veneto looked around. Although the light was dim and the people were a little shadowy, this was probably the only place where he could recognize people at the moment.

If everyone runs away after a while, we won’t be able to recognize them.

"Yes, I understand."

For the sake of his own life, the middle-aged man nodded seriously, then began to look around, observing the people in chaos one by one.

"Everyone, be quiet! Everyone, be quiet!"

Suddenly, a beam of light appeared in the room and hit a person in the face.

The man wore a dog head mask, with his hands raised in the air and pressed down, looking like an old leader about to start a meeting.

But maybe this guy still has some say here, and his words are actually taken to heart by the people around him.

"This was an emergency. Our guard's gun went off accidentally. It's all right now! It's all right! Let's continue the transaction!"

However, Veneto didn't understand what the dog-head said.

Wasn't there a sturdy gatekeeper who was shot dead by his own shotgun? How did it become such a trivial "accidental discharge of a gun"?

Is human life really that worthless?

Or is there something else going on here?

"There really is such a place. I only heard about it before."

The middle-aged man looked at the dog-headed man standing in front of the circular bar in the middle with mixed feelings.

“Yes, this is a business activity.”

Veneto understood something.

If we just release something like 'someone is among us' or 'an intruder has come in', it will only cause more chaos and affect the credibility of this place.

Therefore, when managers are agents and lack authority, maintaining stability becomes a top priority.

Then quietly find out the problem.

NO.390 There is always a way

Sure enough, there were soon more people in the crowd.

These people seemed to be dressed like mercenaries, but in fact they were all wearing black leather jackets and leather pants, and they didn't even look at the small blackboard where the tasks were posted.

Instead, he only looked at his colleagues around him.

The look was naked, just like the guys in the wrestling club.

This made the atmosphere of the whole place become weird. Even some mercenaries who had been told by the ogres to quiet down and prepare to continue to take on missions were so frightened by these gazes that they almost wanted to leave.

Seeing that the progress he had made with great difficulty was almost destroyed by his own men, the ogre quickly summoned all the Banana Kings back.

The atmosphere in the mission hall recovered a little.

"Did you see that man?"

Fukamiya slapped the middle-aged man who was slumped in the chair.

"not yet……"

The middle-aged man said helplessly.

He wanted to see the person they were looking for right away, but that was not realistic.

"We can't stay in this place for long."

Veneto looked around helplessly.

Although Banana Man disappeared for a while, he popped up again in twos and threes.

Of course, there are a lot fewer people than before, and their actions and gazes are much more restrained.

A decrease in the intensity of inquiries does not mean that the other party will stop checking.

Sooner or later, I will have to find out about Veneto.

But soon, her eyes were fixed on the blackboard in the middle of the room.

"Maybe, we can get closer to that guy by accepting the mission?"

"I don't know. I'm bored right now. I want to finish quickly so I can eat something delicious."

Deep Sea Yamato gave a very heartfelt answer to Veneto's question.

In her opinion, this was more like playing than anything serious.

Although she also wanted to play, she would rather eat delicious food.

In her eyes, eating is much more important than playing.

"How about we take on the mission of capturing the ship girl and give it a try?"

Veneto looked at the middle-aged man.

"Ah? Are you...asking for my opinion?"

The middle-aged man couldn't believe it.

In his own opinion, he has a grudge against Veneto and Deep Sea Yamato.

In this situation, this ship girl is still seeking his opinion. Isn't she afraid that he will do something bad and trip her up?

"You are a mercenary, you know. Can you meet the employer when you accept the mission?"

Veneto frowned.

What the other party said means that now is the time to test whether there is trust or not.

Now was the time when she had no other candidates to call for reference.

"It's hard to say. Sometimes you can see it, sometimes you can't."

The middle-aged man was silent for a while and decided to tell the truth.

Now he had nowhere to run.

If he angered these two ship girls, they could easily crush him to death.

As for the possibility that he would be retaliated against by his employer if he betrayed him, we will talk about that later.

It is better to keep your life under the hands of these two ship girls before being retaliated by your employer.

Otherwise, I would be finished now and wouldn't even have time to survive until my employer's revenge.

"Then go and take the mission and give it a try."

Veneto stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then pointed at the small blackboard and said.

"Ah this... What name should I use to answer it? I mean, I have to have a mercenary team name or something."

The middle-aged man was a little unsure about the situation, but theoretically such legendary places did exist, and the way of doing things there should be similar to that in novels.

The kind that doesn’t ask about the origin, but only whether the task can be completed?

Maybe there is a large mercenary group that will hide themselves and accept missions?

But no matter whether it is a disguised name or a real name, a name is necessary.

"Let me think... Shallow Shore Mercenary Group?"

Veneto said casually.

Although the deep sea does not necessarily correspond to the shallow sea and the shore, this is nonsense anyway. It doesn't matter what you say.

"The depth is shallow, the shore is shore?"

The middle-aged man repeated.

"Yes, that's it, go and try it."

Compared to Veneto himself and Fukukai Yamato's all-black outfits, the mercenary uncle's canvas jacket and pants with patches on worn areas were more suitable for standing at the character reception area next to the house.

The middle-aged man pursed his lips and stood up with the help of a chair.

"Give."

Veneto pulled out a stick from the ship's suit space.