This article is also known as "The Years When Counterfeit Liquor was Deleted and Monitored by the Ministry of Transportation" and "Why Are the Colleagues So Difficult to Colleagues"
I, Natsuo Watanabe, am twenty-two years old this year. I have good looks and a good personality. I have a harmonious relationship with my neighbors and simple interpersonal relationships.
But I also have two identities, one is a second-generation member of the organization, and the other is a spy who protects Biai.
However, I, who was supposed to be a silver bullet that defeated the crow, seemed to have picked up the wrong script: I am currently dispatched by the organization to the Japanese transportation department as a glorious little traffic policeman. My main job is to delete surveillance information with criminal records for members of the replacement number.
It was completely different from the handsome scavenger I imagined. There were no corpses, flesh and blood, or crimes. There are only high-level people driving cars late at night, having affairs in a Cowherd's shop, and other strange things that I can't think of and can't do without the mental illness of high-level people.
When I first joined the job, I still felt like I was eating until I was full every day, but over time I just felt numb:
——I opened the document. There was no writing on the document. I just looked carefully through the cracks in the words. There was no silver bullet. There were only two big words written on it: "Grudge".
Later, the organization arranged three supervisors for me: these three people were also the ones who burdened me the most.
——Fujiwara Bourbon Takumi, a man who drove a Mazda Rx-7 late at night
——Lei Steel Fist Wu Er Dao, the melancholy man with long hair and visual system who was knocked ten meters away by me while reversing his car and still only suffered a broken bone.
——Hannibal Scotland, who seems to be the kindest but is actually a psychopath who is keen on dragging corpses under surveillance
Later, when the organization was about to collapse, three bosses gave me three witness protection plans.
Now it is clear: the four members of the Whiskey Team, the organization's most dedicated team, are all undercover, and no one is spared.
#I came to the winery to work undercover, why was I sent back again#
#Seniors, do you know that deleting monitoring and deleting tickets is also very tiring#
#Three years and three years, and a few more years of deleting monitoring, the winery will turn into a water factory#
Warning
The text is in the first person, cp is one of the three whiskey groups, buy stocks/1V1, follow the plot
Survival setting for all members of the police academy team
The miserable daily life of an African (pseudo) idiot and beautiful woman.
HE, a very silly little sweet article
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