My lover is this organization

Just imagine that when you wake up from a super underground facility made of thousands of tons of fine steel, even a 100,000-ton earth-penetrating missile cannot hurt you at all. With a simple snap of your fingers, the entire facility can enter normal operating mode, and freshly baked bread and hot milk will be delivered to your bedside under the control of the artificial intelligence program. There will be a beautiful electronic synthesized voice on the radio, and the artificial intelligence will report today's itinerary. It can even automatically select a car for going out based on your mood today, perfectly avoiding decision-making difficulties.

Holy shit, that’s so cool!

So Qin Wuque felt that it was really necessary for him to meet this talented software engineer who was said to live on the top floor of the Sindora company building.

With the access card seized from Chairman Sindora... no, borrowed, the two of them went straight to the top floor of the building without any obstruction.

When the elevator door opened, what came into view was not the expected floor office area that was the same as the development site of "Cocoon".

Looking around, there is neither a scene of hundreds of programmers controlling hundreds of computers working in an orderly manner, nor a blue bald guy named Delaman speaking English politely on the big screen.

To be precise, this is a bedroom that is so normal that it couldn't be more normal, and it is filled with a strong hikikomori style.

The necessary three-screen high-end computer is paired with a soft and comfortable Simmons bed, a large computer desk, a high-definition large LCD TV, a useless high-end sofa for decoration, and an Asian boy who looks no more than eight or nine years old sitting in front of the computer.

The most important point is that this room has no door. The only door leading to the outside is the soundproof glass sliding door facing the open-air lawn balcony.

Through the fully transparent floor-to-ceiling glass sliding door, you can vaguely see that there are slides, swings and other children's favorite playground equipment on the grass.

No matter how you look at it, this looks like the bedroom of a child who lives in a well-off family but is autistic and stays at home!

"Are you sure we're not on the wrong floor?" Vermouth crossed her arms over her chest. The strong contrast in style made her inevitably feel a little lost.

Qin Wuque also scratched his head, looking confused: "Shouldn't... be it?"

He didn't think that an old guy would have the courage to take out a fake card to fool him under such circumstances. Besides, everything from swiping the card when entering the elevator to going upstairs seemed quite authentic.

Masaka…

"who are you?"

The little boy sitting in front of the computer suddenly asked cautiously.

The voice was childish and a little nervous.

Hiroki Sawada reacted immediately as the elevator door opened, but when he turned around, he saw not President Sindora who always gave him various heavy tasks and forced him to work non-stop, but a strange man and woman he had never seen before.

It seemed that this was the first time for the other party to come here, and he felt completely unfamiliar with the environment here.

Hiroki Sawada tried many times to take the elevator to leave the room where he was imprisoned, but he failed every time because no matter how many times he pressed the down button to call the elevator, the elevator would never go up to his floor. All his actions could only cause severe reprimands and scolding from the chairman of Sindora.

Until later, when Thomas Sindora came here again by chance to check on his work progress, during the few seconds when the computer screen was briefly plunged into darkness as the pages switched, Hiroki Sawada inadvertently caught a glimpse of the chairman of Sindora who walked out of the elevator behind him, holding an access card he had never seen before!

From then on, Hiroki Sawada completely understood that all his acts of resistance were in vain.

But now these two people came here by elevator.

That means...

"Of course we are—"

Qin Wuque originally wanted to start talking nonsense as usual, using some random excuse like being a superman in the universe and then quickly leave to settle the score with the old thief who fooled him, but suddenly he seemed to remember something, and ran up to the other person in two steps, tilted his head to look at him for a while, and then said with a subtle expression.

"Wait, you're not the illegitimate son of that old bastard Thomas Sindorra, why do you look so different from him?"

"Uh... no, it's not."

Hiroki Sawada obviously didn't expect someone to say that, and he immediately felt a little embarrassed: "My name is Hiroki Sawada, and I'm an employee of the chairman of Sindora."

"Fuck, this old bastard actually employs child laborers?" Qin Wuque said in surprise.

At this time, Vermouth also came over. After looking around, she nodded at the wall that the computer desk was leaning against.

"Snowflake, look here."

"Ok?"

Qin Wuque subconsciously looked up and took a look, and was immediately shocked.

It was basically a wall made up of servers, with a large number of indicator lights flashing alternately on the "wall", like a sky full of stars in the night sky.

However, since it is broad daylight and the indoor light is strong, it does not seem that obvious.

Just like most of the photo shooting on water-cooled computers with full light pollution is done in a small dark room.

But if you put so many servers in one room, aren't you afraid that they will be mutated into alien creatures by radiation?

No, that's not the point.

"Well, I'd like to ask a question." Qin Wuque touched his chin, "Is it about that self-growing artificial intelligence system..."

"Yes... yes, I developed it independently!" Hiroki Sawada immediately showed a proud smile on his face and nodded vigorously.

Wang Defa? ? ?

Hearing this, not to mention Qin Wuque, even Vermouth showed an incredible look.

Damn, what is a programmer boss?

Fake programmers—gloomy otaku temperament, dark circles under their eyes as dark as those of a giant panda, a receding hairline, and low technical skills that require the cooperation of a multi-person team to complete research and development.

A true programmer - with a youthful appearance, thick hair, and a genius mind, he has the unrivaled technical ability to complete extremely difficult tasks that even the world's top scientific research teams cannot overcome.

Emmmmmmmmm~

Absolutely.

Qin Wuque took a deep breath.

"Boss, do you want to take the order?"

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PS: The protagonist's abilities are actually quite exciting. For example, he can freely control double or triple speed when doing something... It's a pity that Principal Angers obviously did not explore this aspect.

Chapter 14 Genealogy

As a qualified programmer, listening completely and fully understanding the needs of lay clients who know nothing and only know how to make demands is also a very important part of their professional qualities.

For example, colorful black... this kind of thing.

However, although Hiroki Sawada has super high technical capabilities that far surpass the world's top teams alone, he obviously has a fatal weakness in understanding customer needs.

Especially after listening to Qin Wuque's description of his expectations, the eight-year-old genius boy with little experience was immediately at a loss.

"Jar…vis? What is that?"

hiss--

This is outrageous.

Qin Wuque thought about how he saw the promotional video of Black Myth: Wukong made by a domestic game company on the Internet. He excitedly rushed to Captain Qin's bedroom at night with the URL, and risked being shot in the head to play it for her with his mobile phone. In the end, he only got a light-hearted "lunatic", but he didn't think it was so outrageous.

After all, the leader of the Qin band is a native Japanese, so it is normal that he doesn't know who the Monkey King is in Chinese mythology.

But you, a Japanese who has immigrated to the United States and is legally a true American citizen, how could you not know about a superhero whose advertisements for your own movie are shown in subway stations?

Is this really reasonable?

"Jarvis is..."

Qin Wuque's train of thought was at a standstill for a moment, and he said awkwardly, "Haven't you seen Iron Man?"

It would have been fine if he hadn't said it, but after he said that, Hiroki Sawada became even more confused.

"Iron Man? What is that? It sounds like the name of some knight. Is he powerful?"

"It's not a question of whether he is powerful or not...well, actually he is quite powerful." Qin Wuque felt a little helpless.

At this point, he was finally sure that this kid probably really didn't have a normal childhood. He mentioned the names of several superheroes from Marvel movies in a row, but Hiroki Sawada said he had never heard of any of them.

But as the old Chinese saying goes, seeing is believing.

So, for the next half day, Qin Wuque very patiently took a talented young programmer to watch all of Iron Man I to III. While working as a projectionist, he also served as a part-time commentator.

Theoretically speaking, people who keep nagging while watching a movie are actually quite annoying because they are very irritating.

However, eight-year-old Hiroki Sawada, perhaps because he was always madly buried in work and could not find a partner or have the time to communicate with others, not only watched the movie very seriously, but also listened to Qin Wuque's nonsense very seriously.

During this period, Vermouth, who had nothing to do, simply sat down on the sofa beside her, resting her chin on her hand and smiling as she watched two people, one big and one small, who were sitting at the computer table not far away with their arms around each other's shoulders, looking like "good brothers". She did not show any impatience from beginning to end.

But all good things must come to an end.

The three films, totaling more than six hours, felt like only half an hour to Hiroki Sawada. As the ending song of Iron Man 3 sounded, the list of production staff began to scroll on the screen, and the pair of eyes that had been bright since the beginning of the movie finally showed a bit of loneliness.

But he quickly hid this lonely look.

At this time, the sky outside was already setting, and the afterglow of the setting sun spread over the earth, painting the grass outside the window orange and yellow.

"Thank you, but I don't think I will have another opportunity to enjoy a movie like this again." Hiroki Sawada smiled sadly.

"What do you mean, are you busy?" Qin Wuque stretched lazily and glanced at him.

"Yeah." Sawada Hiroki nodded slightly, "Because I'm always working, I hardly have time to play like other kids my age, let alone watch a movie like this."

"How could such a thing actually exist?" Qin Wuque found it unbelievable.

This curse came so suddenly that Hiroki Sawada looked up in surprise, only to see that the man he had just characterized as "a kind-hearted older brother who would show him movies" had stood up from his chair and was speaking with a look of indignation on his face.

"Fuck, then why don't you just challenge that old dog? If he dares to exploit you, just go on strike. There is no shortage of labor in today's society, but there is a shortage of top talents. People like you who are capable of independently developing a huge project would be treated like ancestors in other companies. You can take a break when you want to and go out when you want to. When you go out, you will not only have a special car to pick you up, but also a beautiful secretary to accompany you. Logically, I think you should go play Ubisoft's Watch Dogs series. If that old Dogecoin guy dares to exploit you again, just hack into his car computer, and when he gets in the car, just detonate the fuel tank and blow him to death, you idiot... Ugh!!!"

As the words that came out of his mouth became more and more outrageous, Vermouth, who was sitting on the sofa, finally couldn't help it. She stepped forward and covered Qin Wuque's mouth to stop this guy from continuing to say something shocking and corrupt the children.

It wasn't because she suddenly had a change of heart, but because she just now carefully noticed that there was a sound of a camera turning in the ventilation duct on the top of the room.

This means that this room is monitored by cameras!

Needless to say, there was a tacit understanding between the two of them. After Qin Wuque struggled symbolically for a few times and found that Sister Bei was not playing with him, he immediately realized the problem and coughed lightly.

"So, about what I said before..."

"No problem~"

Sawada Hiroki smiled and said, "Consider it as your reward for treating me to a movie, but it will take time, probably two years at most... Well, anyway, I'll take this order!"

"Compared to this..."

He suddenly stood up from the computer chair and walked down the stairs. He walked around Qin Wuque and Belmode and struggled to push a thing that looked like a blood collection device from the corner of the room to the computer desk. He connected the device to the computer using the USB cable interface, and said with a look of pride on his face.

"Let me introduce you to another invention of mine, a DNA testing system. It only requires a little blood or skin dandruff to trace one's ancestry. Do you want to try it?"

"Snowflake, you..." Vermouth's eyes fixed and she wanted to stop him.

"Okay." Qin Wuque said.

The next moment, he waved his robe sleeves, and the flawless blade light tore through the air and accurately penetrated into the gap of the ventilation duct above his head.

Then there was a sound of metal breaking.

It was an extremely fast strike. Even Vermouth, who was closest to it, only saw the blade rising into the sky, but could not see the blade swinging at all.

A bright drop of blood fell accurately into the container of the blood collection device.

Just like a token that opens the mechanism of the ruins in a novel, after a moment of silence, all the servers in the room suddenly started running at full power, and the buzzing sound of fans filled the entire room.

What followed was a series of lists that appeared on the computer screen, unfolding from top to bottom at an extremely fast speed.

Vermouth's expression changed after just one glance.

To be precise, it was a family tree.

A family tree that can be regarded as a monument in the history of assassins.

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PS: Group... There is an old group for the previous book, but as a new author, I am not sure whether other authors put all readers in one group regardless of which book they belong to, or whether readers of different books are grouped in different groups.

Chapter 15: Will it be undercover?

At night, in the hotel room.

According to the scheduled mission plan, Qin Wuque and Vermouth were supposed to take a flight back to Tokyo, Japan on the same day after signing the contract with the Sindorah Group. However, due to what happened on the top floor of the Sindorah Group building in the afternoon, the return time was forcibly pushed to the next morning.

The sound of water splashing could be heard from the bathroom. The rising mist could not hide the graceful figure. The exquisite curves that were enough to make hundreds of millions of men bleed from their noses were projected on the glass like a shadow play under the bright light of the bathroom heater.