Chapter 355: Miss. Merry Christmas's brilliant plan
In a bar in Whiskey Peak, a group of agents were discussing countermeasures.
"What should we do? What should we do? We haven't been open for a few days. Of course we should do it as usual and kill them."
"But they are the Amber Tour Group!"
"Mr. 3, Mr. 5 and Miss Valentine fell into their hands. They are three high-ranking agents with code names below 5!"
Others might look down on the Amber Group because they are famous in the East China Sea, but not Baroque Works. The fact that they were able to capture three high-level agents is enough to prove that they are not small fry who became famous by luck.
However, there were still a few people who were not convinced: "So what? If we are talking about senior agents with code names below 5, we also have two here! If we can kill them, then maybe our code name can be moved up a level!"
The ultimate goal of the Baroque Works is to establish an ideal country. The higher the code name in the organization now, the higher the status in the ideal country will be in the future.
To get a higher code, you either have to defeat the person who ranks ahead of you or show enough ability. And now, there is an opportunity to show your ability!
Several agents present were tempted. Although it was dangerous, the relative benefits were also huge! However, their words did not count for such a big thing. Everyone looked at the two senior agents in the field.
Mr.4 is a tall and strong man with yellow hair parted in the middle. He holds a metal baseball bat in his hand and a strange-looking dachshund at his feet.
Mr.4 had a dull expression on his face as he was slowly stuffing a burger into his mouth. However, he realized that one hand was a little inconvenient, so he leaned the baseball bat in his hand against the bar.
Crack! Bang! The wooden bar was crushed by the metal bat, leaving a big hole on the floor, making a mess. Mr. 4 didn't react at all, still eating his burger.
Miss. Merry Christmas is a woman with red curly hair, not very tall, a bit bloated, and a face that looks like a mole. Seeing Mr. 4's actions, she stood on the stool in dissatisfaction, stretched out her hand and patted the back of Mr. 4's head, mumbling: "Don't break things casually, idiot, you idiot, idiot! Recently our funds are not sufficient at all, you better pay attention, pay attention!"
Mr. 4 didn't seem angry at all. He took a bite of the burger slowly and swallowed it before slowly turning his head and answering, "Really?"
Miss. Merry Christmas still yelled in her shrill voice: "Of course! And answer me faster! You damn slow person, slow person! Finish eating quickly and go to work! You..."
The low-level agents helplessly looked at the two senior agents quarreling. We are talking about business, what are you two doing?
However, no one dared to say anything because they were of low status and could not win the fight. These two were the highest-ranking ones at the moment. Theoretically, all the agents at Whiskey Peak should now obey the orders of these two.
Everyone stared at each other for a while, and finally decided that Mr. 6 and Miss. Mother's Day, who had the highest code names, would ask: "Mr. 4 and Miss. Merry Christmas, may I ask..."
"Huh?" Miss. Merry Christmas turned around and said unhappily, "What are you doing? Don't interrupt others casually! I'm talking to Mr. 4!"
"Yes, yes!" Mr. 6 and Miss. Mother's Day looked at each other helplessly. The top-ranked agents were all weirdos, but the combination of these two, one impatient and the other slow, was pretty average.
I heard that Mr. 2 is the most powerful one. His gender cannot be defined by male or female, so he has no partner. He occupies both the numerical code Mr. 2 and the festival code Bon-Bon (Yulan Festival).
What could these low-level agents do? They had to bear it. Fortunately, the Amber Tour Group's ship was moving very slowly for some reason.
Miss. Merry Christmas finally finished teaching Mr. 4 a lesson and asked, "Okay, what do you want to say? Hurry up and tell me, why don't you tell me? Tell me now!"
Mr. 6 said quickly: "The Amber Tour Group is about to land. What should we do? Should we deal with them according to the old rules?"
"No, of course not!" Miss. Merry Christmas shook her head quickly, "The boss has told us that we must not be careless when we meet this tour group, and we must try our best to invite them to join us!"
The low-level agents were in a bad mood. According to the intelligence, the Amber Travel Group consisted of eight people and two cats. If they were willing to join the work agency, they would definitely be able to obtain a high-level code name based on their strength.
But if that happens, wouldn't their work be in vain? If things go wrong, someone might even lose their code because of insufficient space. What's the point of doing a business that loses money?
Miss.Mother's Day tried to ask: "What if they don't agree?"
Miss. Christmas thought about it and realized that this was indeed a possibility: "Then let's do this. I'll take a few people to ambush them. You guys should first entertain them warmly, and then tell them the meaning of the invitation when they are full and sleepy. If they disagree, you should act immediately and don't give them time to react!"
It was such a perfect plan that all the agents present agreed with it except Mr. 4 who failed to react.
The brilliant plan that could bankrupt the Baroque Works branch in one fell swoop was passed unanimously.
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The Amber moved forward slowly, and after discovering an inland river on the island, it headed towards the river mouth.
Everyone took their positions and kept alert to guard against sneak attacks.
Jackie Chan was looking at the folding stool Zhang Daye had stuffed into his pocket and fell into deep thought:
I just said I wanted a weapon that suits me, right? Why give me a folding stool? Do you want me to just sit and watch them perform? That shouldn't be the case, right?
"Um...Captain, do you want me to use a folding stool as a weapon?"
Zhang Da also nodded: "Yes, that is the folding stool that I used most conveniently before going out to sea. It is only you who has it. I won't let anyone else touch it."
Jackie Chan's shoulders slumped and he said helplessly, "I think I need a more normal weapon."
"Okay." Zhang Da regretfully took back the folding stool and rummaged through his inventory. Not counting the world of Jackie Chan Adventures that had just been opened, there were still six worlds of items that he could draw. His inventory was very rich.
In addition to pots, pans, tables, chairs and cabinets from various worlds, there are many weapons to choose from, such as various magical props from Tom's world, Du Qiangwei's flying knife from Rui Mengmeng's world, Emiya Kiritsugu's sniper rifle from Altria's world, Kabuda's electric baton from Shark Chili's world, and Spider Detective's flying claws...
A lot of things were taken out, and Jackie Chan was overwhelmed. He asked in surprise, "There's even a gun?"
"Of course, the enemy also uses guns, but the quality of the guns varies. The good ones are very good, and the bad ones are very bad." Zhang Da also asked, "You can use a gun, right?"
"A little bit." Jackie Chan is very modest. In fact, he knows a little bit about every weapon, including guns.
"How about you come and play the role of a sniper?" Zhang Da pointed at Emiya Kiritsugu's sniper rifle, "This gun looks very powerful, but it's a pity that I don't know how to use it."
The Walter WA2000 bullpup sniper rifle comes with a thermal imaging scope and a night vision scope. It has high accuracy, and its biggest feature is... it is expensive. It is extremely expensive. It is so expensive that even though it is designed for police use, the police can hardly afford it.
Jackie Chan tried to play with it for a while and felt that he couldn't let it go. He carefully put down the sniper rifle and said, "Forget about it today. I can try it in the future if necessary, but I'm not very good at sniper rifles."
"Then I'll leave it to you for safekeeping. You can choose some other weapons." Zhang Da didn't actually hold out much hope. The effective range of modern firearms could not be compared with the unscientific range of snipers in this world.
If necessary, it is better to use Chinese sniping. If the accuracy is not enough, it can be made up for with power. If you don't like someone, just ask Altria to fire a laser cannon.
Jackie Chan picked and chose, and finally decided to carry a pistol just in case, and then chose Kabuda's electric baton.
Compared to highly lethal firearms, this kind of weapon that is less likely to cause loss of life is more to his liking. Uncle Long is a law-abiding person.
Zhang Da didn't say anything either. He thought that as he stayed in this world for a long time, his mentality would naturally change.
Dang! Crash!
The sound of metal falling suddenly rang out, followed by the laughter of Perona and Wendy Xia Lulu.
It turned out that Tom had stolen a set of knight armor from Zhang Daye at some point and put it on himself.
Because the helmet didn't fit well and blocked his eyes, Tom, who was fully armed, staggered and crashed into the mast. The armor was scattered all over the ground, and Tom sat in the pile of metal, dizzy.
Zhang Da also took Tom out and helped him change into a swordsman outfit. He felt that Tom looked more reliable in this outfit.
After completing the preparations
Perona wisely released the negative ghost to explore the way ahead. Scouting is her forte, and the light mist can also hide the white translucent body of the negative ghost. When facing people who cannot use the Haki of Observation, foggy days can barely be considered Perona's home court.
"We can see the town if we go a little further. There are many people standing at the entrance of the town." Perona said hesitantly, "They don't look like they want to fight, but rather like they are welcoming us?"
Zhang Da was also familiar with this routine: "Most likely they are pretending to welcome us and then attack us when we let our guard down."
Rui Mengmeng touched the hilt of the sword and asked, "Should we take action first?"
"No need, we will use their own trick against you." Zhang Da also glanced at Altria, "If you want to fish, you have to see if their bait is good enough..."
Altria was puzzled by his look. The bait made by Tom just smelled good but didn't taste good at all.
"I'm good at acting according to the situation!" Ye Yan appeared, wearing a skeleton costume and an afro wig that he asked Tom to make for him at Gemini Cape.
Jackie Chan's mind was still not fully formed: "Why did you suddenly change into this kind of clothes?"
Ye Yan said sadly: "This is to mourn our companion, Brooke, who left us a few days ago."
"Ah..." Jackie Chan said hurriedly, "I'm sorry, please accept my condolences."
Everyone shouted to Ye Yan: "Brook is not dead yet!"
Ye Yan looked at them: "Are you really not dead?"
Everyone was silent for a while: "It seems... it's not wrong to say that he is dead..."
