AWB Chapter 53 Who the hell stole my sales performance?
Chapter 53 Who the hell stole my sales performance?
Bai Yexiu curled up on the sofa in the corner, glanced at the task list on his phone, and yawned.
The mission was to assassinate a high-society gathering. The organization had instructed him to find an opportunity to assassinate a certain councilor and another president. However, since he entered the venue, he still hadn't found an opportunity, so he simply curled up on the sofa and started slacking off.
It will come, it will eventually come.
With this Buddhist-like mindset, Bai Yexiu began to eat and drink.
Before he had eaten much, Bai Yexiu faintly heard a familiar voice: "...In that case, I might as well not sign anything..." This was followed by the sound of chewing.
Bai Yexiu stopped what he was doing.
Mouri Kogoro?
He looked in the direction of the sound and found that it was indeed Kogoro Mouri, who was also there eating and drinking.
It seems that Kogoro Mouri has the same worries as him.
Bai Yexiu lowered his head and continued eating and drinking.
"Long Ze, what are you doing here?"
A Conan suddenly appeared in front of him, startling Bai Yexiu so much that he stopped what he was doing.
"Call me brother." Bai Yexiu lowered his head and continued eating and drinking.
Conan glanced at Hakuya Osamu, who was engrossed in eating and drinking with an air of leisure, and then at Kogoro Mouri, who was wolfing down his food on the other side. His lips twitched.
These two guys look so alike.
As he looked around, Conan began to scrutinize Bai Yexiu.
This party was attended by high-society figures, such as company presidents, politicians, and celebrities. Ryuzawa, who is not yet an adult, is here with someone.
"Ryuzawa, why are you here all alone?" Conan couldn't help but ask curiously.
"I came with my father, but he had to leave early due to unforeseen circumstances." Bai Yexiu lied fluently without batting an eye.
"That……"
"Conan?"
Just as Conan was about to continue asking questions, Ran Mouri's voice reached his ears. At this moment, Bai Yexiu also stopped what he was doing.
"Ryuzawa-kun?" Ran Mouri looked surprised. "Why are you here all alone?"
"That brat already asked that question," Bai Yexiu said helplessly, pointing to Conan beside him.
Bai Yexiu felt a bit awkward, as he encountered someone he knew while doing a mission, and that person was on his opposite side.
Therefore, this mission needs to be carried out more discreetly and discreetly.
Bai Yexiu frowned imperceptibly.
If Conan and the others weren't there, things would be better.
Just then, a bunny girl ran up to them cheerfully with a camera in hand: "Come on, little brother, let me take a picture of you!"
So, the camera captured four people: a suspicious man leaning against the wall, Ran Mouri and Conan looking happy, and Osamu Byakuya holding a small bread roll.
The lights in the venue immediately dimmed, and the host walked onto the stage with a microphone and said, "Now we will begin. Please welcome our guest to say a few words to everyone present."
Bai Yexiu realized that his opportunity had come, so he put down the bread he was holding and stood up. A sharp scalpel had appeared in his hand, which he had just taken the bread from.
"Please welcome Mr. Masao Takada, a member of the House of Representatives, to the stage to speak!"
As soon as the host finished speaking, the stage lights shone precisely on a middle-aged man with a ridiculous hairstyle.
He was bald on top of his head, with his hair combed into a bun at the back, but a tuft of hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind, which was quite comical.
The middle-aged man walked proudly under the gaze of the crowd, unaware that Bai Yexiu had quietly approached him, only a little over a meter away.
Conan, like most people in the hall, fixed his gaze on Masao Takada until his eyes were momentarily blinded by two beams of light.
Conan opened his eyes again in confusion and discovered that under the stage lights, it was the microphone on Masao Takada's chest that was reflecting light, while another reflection was hidden in the crowd, positioned even lower than the microphone's reflection.
Hey, what's this reflection?
Conan frowned.
The reflective object must be from that crowd, and the reflective area is actually around the legs.
What can I wear on my leg?
As Conan was pondering, a gunshot suddenly rang out throughout the entire venue.
Bai Yexiu, who was about to stab someone in the back, was stunned.
...?
Who the hell stole my sales figures?!
He looked at his two targets in front of him; one had already fallen to the ground, while the other had jumped back several meters like a frightened bird.
The best opportunity is gone. He could have killed them both at once; his knife had even touched the senator.
Bai Yexiu quickly put away his scalpel and slipped back to his original position amidst the chaos of the crowd.
He quickly took out his phone and started checking the list of participants for the task, repeatedly confirming that only his own code name was written in the participation column.
Did the organization send other people over? But they couldn't have sent them without informing him, could they?
Is it...
The lights in the venue were turned on, and the crowd dispersed after an exaggerated scream.
Bai Yexiu felt increasingly familiar with the development of this plot, until a whole bunch of plots popped into his head.
call.
He was relieved.
As long as it's not other members stealing his performance, it's fine. If it really is a member stealing his performance this time, he'll have to split the task's reward with that person in half, how could he bear to do that?
He sometimes felt that some of the distillery's rules were extremely inhumane. For example, if a task was originally meant for one person, and someone else stepped in and completed a crucial part of the task, then the reward would be split equally between the two people.
This rule resulted in some members working hard on long-term tasks, only to have someone else complete a crucial part first, and then the reward had to be split equally with that person, leaving the person who started the task at the beginning at a significant disadvantage.
The answer is that Bai Yexiu had experienced several times, and the one who stole his business was actually Gin.
The thought of Gin shamelessly stealing his business made Bai Yexiu grit his teeth and want to smash his car.
So when will this regulation be abolished? It's making him constantly worry about losing his sales performance.
Almost everyone at the scene had fled, leaving only a few people connected to the deceased and Conan and his group.
Bai Yexiu slowly stood up from the sofa, leisurely approached the corpse and examined it for a while. His relaxed movements contrasted sharply with the anxious crowd at the scene, making him look like he was strolling through the streets.
Compared to committing murder and arson, I definitely prefer watching a spectacle.
Since one person is already dead, I might as well take it easy and slack off until I find an opportunity to take down that club president.
Bai Yexiu always believed that work should be enjoyable, so slacking off was essential for him. As long as it didn't affect the outcome of the mission, he could slack off however he wanted. (Gin: Is that your reason for slacking off?)