Another Attempt At My Job Chapter 6

Blake Jing still has a conscience after all. After Osamu Max's angry glare turned into pretending to be aggrieved, he sighed as if surrendering and stood up with his hands on the table: "Okay, brother Blake Jing was wrong. I'll get you some tissues." "

Blake Jing has a handsome face and gentle manners. Just standing there, many passers-by cast envious or infatuated looks. He walked towards the stall where he had just bought food. The already busy stall was instantly surrounded. They blocked Blake Jing and surrounded him. In a hurry, he only had time to give Max Osamu a helpless and apologetic look.

Max mouthed to the person, "Good luck to you." Then he happily took a bite of the burger. Of course, he was not interested in eating, but when he thought of being able to make Blake Jing angry, he would try even ten burgers.

As time passed, Max's cheerfulness at the beginning gradually turned quiet. He gradually put down the snacks in his hands and looked up at the stall not far away. There were so many people, and they were rubbing shoulders, and he couldn't see clearly what was inside. He pinched the bags scattered on the table, making a rattling sound, and his expression became a little irritated with the sound.

"Kid, why are you here alone, where is your mother?" The policeman said softly beside him, as if he was afraid of disturbing the uneasy child.

Max's eyes were dull, and he looked at the policeman intently for a while, until the policeman could no longer maintain the fake smile on his face and became a little embarrassed. Then he turned his head compassionately and smiled softly, and said with a hint: "He... I'm afraid he doesn't want me anymore."

The policeman was at a loss. Regarding the pronoun "he" and the "not me" part, the young policeman did not go into details. He just followed the order and stretched out his hand to the child: "Then big brother, can I take you home?"

Max didn't say yes or no, so he jumped off the chair and led the way. He didn't look like a lost child at all. He was more familiar with the mall than a policeman.

"Thank you for sending him home. I'll treat you to dinner next time. Don't refuse. Although it's a good thing, you did me a favor. I have to give you something, otherwise I won't be able to sleep well at night. "Well, it's settled. You can make an appointment later." Blake Jing leaned against the glass window, with no lights on in the room. His words were sincere and his expression was indifferent. He lowered his eyes and looked at the door of the hotel, where people were passing by in groups. , no familiar shadow was seen.

He knows that he has a good face and is easily liked by the ladies around him. It is Blake Jing's code of conduct to use everything available to him, even if he is just a pawn on the chessboard. He sneaked away from the food stall with the crowd blocking his sight, and asked the policeman who took notes for him last time to take Osamu Max home. This was something he had planned for a long time. I hope this kid will give up and stop rushing to him to find fault.

What are you going to do with him, if you don’t have enough food and clothing, and if something happens to you, do you want to travel around the world with him?

Blake Jing turned his head and forgot about this matter. How much trouble could a B@st@ard with no hair on his head bring him?

He counted the days and waited to meet with the farming chief in a week.

One week later---

jingle.

The doorbell of the coffee shop rang on time, and Blake Jing stepped into the shop. The shop was filled with a warm yellow halo. Apart from the boss, there were only two farming officers sitting on soft seats. The air was filled with the mellow aroma of coffee. Blake Jing took a deep breath and praised the boss: "Such a mellow aroma, not only the materials are of high quality, but the craftsmanship is also indispensable. The boss is thoughtful."

Anyone can say a few words about these general compliments, but who doesn’t like compliments? The boss beamed on the spot and said he would give him a drink.

Dean watched silently as the young man used his eloquent mouth to get benefits for himself and sat in front of him. Compared to his face, which was as serious as water, as if the whole world owed him a hundred million, Blake Jing's face was full of youth and likability. . No wonder Blake Jing was so happy. With his eyes closed, General didn't waste a single day this week. He slept for more than twelve hours every day. He slept so hard that Blake Jing's body bones were loose. How could he not be happy?

Blake Jing was stunned for a moment when he looked at this face that was darker than ink. He thought to himself: This old fox must have turned his background upside down. Not surprisingly, he should also be able to see that his unconventional background was all over the place. is fake. He is looking majestic now, either to show off his power, or to give him work to test his strength.

The smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he pretended to be worried as he rolled down the slope: "Sir, are you having any difficulties? Although you and I don't get along much, I understand that you are kind-hearted and you are sincerely doing your best for me." Yuan is very grateful and will not refuse if there is anything I can do to help. "

Sincerely, those who didn't know thought that farming would save him from danger instead of finding him a job.

Tanedian snorted coldly in his heart, and really wanted to slap that fake background information written to trick you into playing in his face, and ask him how much he looked down on him. But then again, Dean was relieved when he saw the background of this fraud. This meant that the forces behind Blake Jing were either a weak organization that couldn't find a brain in the entire organization, or a neutral organization that showed favor to the government. Either way, he's not a murderous, hard-to-control guy.

After listening to Blake Jing's words, Zhongtian didn't pretend to refuse. He took out a page of information from his briefcase and said, "Then I'd like to thank you first. I've found your job for you. In the government, it doesn't matter." More, one week of paid leave for each assignment. I will let you familiarize yourself with your work content on your first day on the job."

Blake Jing picked up the page of information and read it at a glance, thinking: No wonder Black Face, he really owes 100 million.

The above briefly talked about a kidnapping case. The kidnappers demanded 100 million, otherwise they would break up the case.

Dean didn't give Blake Jing time to check out, so he stood up on the spot, pulled Blake Jing and walked out the door. Blake Jing smiled sheepishly at the coffee shop owner and pretended to "hiss" in pain. Going up the stairs of the coffee shop, we faced a car with its door opened. The man who was the driver and bodyguard was wearing a smart black suit and bowed respectfully to Dean. Blake Jing cleverly moved to the side to avoid being pushed in.

Blake Jing sat in the car and rubbed his wrists. It wasn't that he was squeamish, it was just that the Xianzhou people's body genes had stagnated the moment they were born. This exertion could produce red marks on their physique. He wanted to change it. It can't be changed, just say that after so many years of wind and rain, Blake Jing has not become a shade darker when he goes into battle to kill the enemy, he is still white with almost no blood.

When Blake Jing saw that he was on the pirate ship, he knew that the old fox was testing his subconscious reaction. If they ran away or appeared panicked, the car would not take them to the place of the accident, but to prison.

"Where are we going? To the scene where the child was kidnapped?" Blake Jing asked.

Zengtian glanced at Blake Jing: "I didn't say it was a child." There was nothing else on the piece of paper except the kidnapper's request for ransom.

Blake Jing smiled: "It's simple. There are huge gaps between the lines of these sentences, and the strokes are like strokes written by a child who has just learned to write. Probably the kidnapper forced the child to write each word word by word in order to increase credibility. It was transcribed."

Dean nodded: "Yes, the child is six and a half years old this year. He ran away from home some time ago because of Wanwan. His family thought he ran away again when he disappeared. They didn't care at first until this letter asking for ransom came. , they hurriedly called the police."

Blake Jing nodded slowly, sorting out in his mind: Although he said that this letter was written by a child, the lines of the font did not jitter, and the words did not have the ant-like crawling that a child of this age should have. It must be that he was carefully taught by his family, or he has an extremely high IQ. , hardworking by nature. The kidnapper was also surprised that a family that could educate such a child would not be very poor. The ransom was a bit high. As long as it only cost 10 to 20 million, that family would grit their teeth in silence for the safety of the child. The money was paid. The current price of the ransom is just enough to make it a bit painful for a wealthy family, but not to alarm powerful people with super powers. It was as if someone was deliberately leading the whole thing to happen.

Blake Jing glanced at Zheng Tian,   was he the trap? No, a government organization will never take the lives of ordinary people unless necessary. It seemed that the kidnapped kid was not a pitiful creature, but rather a poisonous snake luring its prey to the bait.

When he thought about it, his heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and an unbelievable idea jumped out that gave him a headache.

The expression on his face did not change. Just as he was about to speak and find a way to push the matter away, Dean handed over a photo: "This is the child who was kidnapped this time."

Blake Jing peeked his head in and saw a familiar and expressionless little man with curly black hair and kite-colored eyes staring at the camera faintly, and seemed to smile sinisterly at Blake Jing from across time and space, saying, "You can't escape."

This B@st@ard was everywhere, and Jing Yuansheng trembled in the blue sky and white sun.

At that moment, he suddenly wanted to call Dan Heng to come and have a drink with him, not for anything else but because of this colorful world from which he could not escape.

Blake Jing's expression suddenly stiffened. He raised his head and looked at Zeng Tian. There was silence in the car. Only the roar of the engine drove the people in the car towards the abyss from which they could not escape.

After a long time, Zangtian gave Blake Jing a meaningful smile: "Why, Blake Jing is not satisfied with this job?"

Probably because the Qi soldiers used it too frequently, they finally received their retribution today.

Blake Jing's smile turned bitter. Although it was 90% fake, Dean's eyelids twitched when he saw it: "No, my kindness will never be forgotten, and I will never give up even if I die."

"It's just that this child also has a hard life. At a young age, he is not loved by the elders in the family. He occasionally plays hard and is punished and is not allowed to eat. At night, he is too hungry and sneaks out. I just happened to run into him and the bad guys didn't abduct him. It's a pity. ." Blake Jing fabricated the facts as if they were true. The child who told mixed truths and falsehoods looked like he had been greatly wronged. He sighed and continued: "It's a pity that Blake Jing's military power is shallow. Today may be his last day. .If he cannot be rescued, Mr. Dean must remember to provide food to the child at the grave, so that he can still have enough food down there. "

On the surface, I'm crying for the child, but in fact, it's hinting to the old fox that you'd better change someone else, otherwise you'll have to wait for me and this B@st@ard to die together.

Gengtian pretended, and raised his eyebrows: "I'm embarrassing you, don't worry, I will seek help right away, but the kidnapper was in a hurry, so I had to let you bear it first. If there is an accident, I will give him some help." You buy a nice urn."

Blake Jing's expression suddenly dropped and he sat upright, as if nothing happened.

As the vehicle drove along, the bustling streets on both sides gradually became silent. Finally, it drove into the woods. A dilapidated, abandoned school with shards of glass on the windows that was probably older than the farm appeared in front of us. A strong earthy smell surged up. It rushed into Blake Jing's nasal cavity, making him feel dazed for a while.

At least Geng Tian had some conscience and didn't let Blake Jing go into danger alone. Several police cars were scattered around the school, and a familiar young police officer was pacing back and forth, with sweat on his face like cold water being poured on it.

It seems that he is also the person in charge of the operation.

Great, you see, the old fox in Zhongtian was afraid that the difficulty of rescuing the hostages would not be high enough, so he sent a new policeman to hold him back. Blake Jing and the unlucky school, together with the kidnappers and B@st@ards inside, exploded.

Blake Jing got out of the car with an expressionless face. Before leaving, he loosened his apparent cheerfulness and smiled half-smiling with a bit of bad energy. Dean's eyebrows jumped at the sight: "Don't be in a hurry to prepare an urn for me. Sir, I don't think you have the strength to prepare for me."

After saying that, before the stern driver could say a bold word, Blake Jing slammed the door shut, took out the document given to him by Zhongtian and waved it at the little policeman who was about to cry: "I am in charge of the scene. , no idlers are allowed to enter."

The daring Blake Jing pointed to the farming vehicle: "Including them, get rid of them quickly."

Those policemen knew Zengtian's name, and when they saw Blake Jing and the documents in his hand, they had the backbone on the spot, and they drove Zengtian away in a rebellious manner.

Zhong Tian couldn't laugh or cry at Blake Jing's blatant expression of dissatisfaction and revenge, but he actually left obediently.

Listening to the vehicle slowly driving away, the impatience on Blake Jing's face suddenly disappeared.

Of course, it was impossible for the old fox not to treat the hostage's life as rubbish and send him with an unknown identity, unknown strength, and unknown location to deal with it. It seems that besides him, there are other supernatural beings around the forest waiting for rescue at any time.

Today's appearance was probably done by farming to test his strength.

Blake Jing knew that there were spies around him who were involved in farming, so he must have known about the connection with the young policeman a long time ago. Maybe he regarded the young policeman as his contact person or something like that.

Blake Jing stepped forward, patted the tearful little police officer on the shoulder, smiled at him, and sincerely suggested: "Change your job, maybe you are at odds with this job." Otherwise, you will suffer the consequences.

It's still an unforeseen disaster.

The little policeman was ordering like a chicken pecking at rice. Blake Jing couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

In the dark building, Max, who was tied to a chair, raised his head in boredom, looking at the ceiling, and sang in a hoarse voice: "Where are you~ Where are you~ My little Blake Jing~"

The sound echoed in the empty room, intermittent, and filled with emptiness.