Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

He had no choice. Both sides were forcing him, and he was stuck in the middle, suffering from both sides.

But at this moment, the desire to survive still prevailed.

He has survived for so long. If he fails now, wouldn't all his efforts and struggles be in vain?

"..."

The dog-headed senior official stopped walking, looked up and down at the middle-aged man with his eyes in the holes of his mask, and asked, "Why do you want to take this mission?"

NO.392 This is an old 6

The dog-headed man began to feel that there was something wrong with the middle-aged man in front of him.

"Do you have any purpose?"

The dog-headed man's sharp eyes stared at the middle-aged man's head.

There was no way, the other person was wrapped in black stockings and he couldn't see the expression of the person inside.

"Yes! Make money!"

The middle-aged man answered decisively.

You can't hesitate at this time, otherwise you will definitely be suspected by the other party.

"Why don't you take other tasks to make money?"

The kobold asked again.

“Other tasks pay less.”

In the tavern, the middle-aged man received mission information that he would get a lot of money if he captured a ship girl.

However, capturing a ship girl is a very difficult task, so no mercenary team would dare to do it alone.

So there were only many mercenaries from the Song team who went together to capture the ship girls, and then divided the money together.

It seems that each person does not get much money, but once the number of people increases, the amount becomes considerable.

"Which mission do you want your mercenary team to do alone? Are you sure you can do it?"

The dog-headed man somewhat "understood" the man in front of him.

"Uh... yes! Of course, we have a way."

The middle-aged man simply gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and blew up the bull.

If the exaggeration is reasonable enough, so reasonable that no one will doubt its truth or big enough, so big that no one dares to doubt its truth, then it will be successful.

"Oh?"

The kobold stopped.

The kobold felt that the guy in front of him was probably telling the truth when he said he would take the mission alone. After all, he was tempted by the price.

It’s just that because the risk is too great, my desire is restrained by reason.

However, it is normal that there are one or two mercenary teams who are blinded by money and insist on looking for trouble on their own.

However, the dog-headed man thought that the middle-aged man's words about having a secret method were just for listening and not to be taken seriously.

Only magic can fight magic, and only ship girls can fight against ship girls.

But where in this world can we find ship girls to capture?

Those elf-like creatures will not harm their own kind just for a little bit of money from a cricket... This is mainly because no one has ever seen a ship girl making things difficult for a ship girl.

"Well, it's good to be confident."

The middle-aged man with a dog head shook his head and prepared to leave.

"You can always let us give it a try. You won't lose anything. Let me talk to the person who issued the task. I can help you get more agency fees."

The middle-aged man was also a little anxious.

If he can't see the person who gave him the task, he will never get his work done.

He didn't want to stay in such a place any longer with those two weird ship girls.

Just now, the two ship girls watched the gatekeeper die without changing their expressions, and they even seemed to be chatting and laughing.

How could a shipgirl be like this? Aren't shipgirls all dedicated to protecting humanity?

It can be said that this mercenary mission left an indelible shadow on the ship girl in the eyes of the middle-aged man.

"Just use that secret weapon of yours?"

The kobold curled his lips.

This guy is so secretive and won't reveal what his methods are.

However, the other party's self-righteous attitude made the kobold a little unsure.

What if the other party can really accomplish this task?

You have to know that if the price offered by the employer is high enough, the commission they can extract from the hiring task exchange will be much higher.

But these tasks need to be completed before they can take the lead.

Otherwise, you can only get the advertising fee, and the agency fee will be refunded.

This is the rule of the road.

"Okay, I'll go ask the employer if he's willing to see you."

Frankly speaking, the dog-headed man just mentioned it casually, and he had no say on whether the employer was willing to accept it or not.

Fortunately, the employer hasn't left yet, otherwise he would be helpless.

"Is this okay?"

After stepping aside, the middle-aged man asked Veneto with some guilt.

"Fortunately."

Veneto doesn't know if he can do it, but comparing it with the movies or TV series he has watched before, it seems that this middle-aged man can perform well.

Veneto saw the entire process from the other party's suspicion to no suspicion, then suspicion again and then no suspicion again.

In her opinion, the middle-aged man's way of handling the situation was the best.

If she had been asked to do it, they might have been involved in a melee by now.

Those Bananas who came out later had bulging waists, which meant they were all carrying weapons.

These are not weapons that they grew themselves, but real murder weapons.

Although it should have no impact on Gwen and Deep Sea Yamato, it is not certain if the commotion gets out of hand.

In her opinion, it was because there were bad guys here that the neighbors around didn't call the police or anything, otherwise after the two shots fired by the gatekeeper just now, the police would have surrounded the building.

After a while, the dog-headed butler pushed open the door and walked out.

Judging from the way he walked with great vigor, it was obvious that he had good news.

"The employer agreed to meet you... This is the best news I've received since I opened my eyes today. I hope you don't mess it up, otherwise..."

In fact, it doesn't matter if it's "otherwise". He is just a manager of a black industry. Even though he is old, he is still highly respected. But in places like this, everyone lives for profit.

Unless he can offer enough benefits, no one will work for him.

Not to mention helping him punish some blind person for no reason.

He was just threatening to get these guys to back off.

Of course, Dog-Head Manager had no confidence at all that these guys, whom he had never heard of, could capture the ship girls with the strength of his mercenary group alone.

In his opinion, there is a high probability that these guys will be hired by their employers in the end.

"Don't worry about this."

The middle-aged man nodded, then, leaning on the branch given to him by Veneto, he followed the pace of the dog-headed butler.

"You...are you sure it's okay?"

Manager Doghead had never seen this middle-aged mercenary move before, but he didn't expect that when he moved, he turned out to be a cripple.

"This doesn't matter."

The middle-aged man shook his head, his face beneath the black veil showing a bitter expression.

This was obviously a hindrance, but he could only say it was not a hindrance.

This kind of speech that went against his own conscience really made him uncomfortable.

"Forget it. I don't care about your business. You said you can complete it by yourself, but I don't know. Anyway, I brought you here. You can go in and see if you can get the task. It's up to you. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

The dog-headed butler was too lazy to pay attention to the middle-aged man and just turned around and walked away.

The three of them were left in front of a door.

"6, this is an old 6."

Fukamiya pointed at the house number on the door and grinned.

"Do not talk."

Veneto slapped Fukayama, then curled his fingers and knocked on the door with his knuckles.

"Who?"

From inside the door, there were sticky, wet, and dripping sounds.

"Turtle."

Fukayama Yamato shrank his neck.

She had never heard such a noise coming from any animal's mouth.

It's really exciting.

Veneto raised his little fist and waved it at the middle-aged man.

"Task accepted."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and spoke loudly.

NO.393 Who are you?

In the past, Ono Koichi was a free mercenary who was used to living a casual life, but he finally experienced the feeling of being controlled by someone.

Even if he accepted a mission to escort someone in the past, and the person he was escorting ordered him around, he had never felt as aggrieved as he does now.

Because that was a task he took on voluntarily, and he was the one who asked others to tell him what to do.

Even if you feel bad, at least you are still some distance away from being completely depressed.

But looking at the little fist waving in front of him, he could only feel frustrated.

If you get punched, it won't be a joke.

"Enter."

There was silence in Room 6 for a long time. Even when Ono Koichi thought that the people inside didn't want them to enter, a voice was finally heard from inside.

Ono Takashi glanced at Veneto and found that the short ship girl didn't express anything. She seemed to neither agree nor disagree. That probably meant she agreed, right?

So the middle-aged man grabbed the door handle and pushed the door open.

"This dress is similar to ours."

Fukayama whispered into Veneto's ear.

"Shhh."

Afraid that Fukayama would mutter something strange, Veneto quickly put his index finger to his lips and warned her.

Deep Sea Yamato curled his lips and fell silent.

"How many people are there in your team?"

The man in black didn't hesitate or beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

After Fukayama Yamato also walked into the room, Veneto closed the door.