There was really nothing he could do with this chattering goat. After all, it was not easy to stew it. Leon could only hold the chattering goat head with a look of disgust, and walked quickly through the dim corridor of the Cleanup Bureau, and began to identify the nameplates hanging outside each office. Harry Morgan (Second-level Crisis Handler) Emma Alman (First-level Disaster Handler) Leon Ryan (Third-level Incident Handler)... Well, that's it. My office is next to Senior Emma~ Glancing at the familiar name on the nameplate next to him, Leon's mouth curled up subconsciously. Of course, this does not mean that Leon has any idea about her. Mainly, when he just joined the company, the fact that the next door is a gentle, beautiful, and very reliable senior is itself a very happy thing... Hmm? Something seems to be flashing in her office? From the small window on the corridor, Leon saw the strange flash in Emma's office. He took a step back with some curiosity, looked inside, and then walked back expressionlessly and entered his office with a stern face. There was a three-meter-long curved sickle covered with brown rust marks on the desk of senior Emma. The flash he saw was actually the sunlight reflected by the blade of the sickle. In addition, her office was not as he imagined, with interesting green plants and flowers, mature and beautiful clothes and dresses, or cute children's products. Instead, it was filled with all kinds of strange and even scary things. Blood-stained bandages, damaged hammers, open old coffins, ancient leather books of suspicious materials, skeleton specimens of unknown creatures, and even half of an execution platform stuck diagonally against the wall, where a huge guillotine is pulled up to a few meters high and hung, and then the executioner cuts the ropes and drops it down... snap!
Well, Senior Emma may be a gentle person, but the special nature of the work of the Cleanup Bureau makes her gentle style seem to exist only in her personality. I still remember that last night, when I hurried to the intensive care unit, I even saw her fingerprints on the hard metal corner cabinet... After reaffirming his judgment that he must not provoke her, Leon searched in his own office and successfully found a large suitcase that was almost identical to Senior Emma's at the place where the red-haired director said. Brass metal anti-collision corners, wide and solid solid wood frame, tough animal skin with patterns similar to crocodiles... Although the appearance is very simple and concise, without the common engravings and metal buckles on suitcases nowadays, you can tell from the first touch that this solid material alone must be very expensive. The only thing that can be called decoration on the outside of the entire suitcase is the golden emblem embossed on the side of the metal handle pad, which is the logo of the Virgin Cleanup Bureau - the dung beetle pushing a dung ball. As for the interior of the suitcase, there are multiple nested custom compartments. The empty space with two horns on the far left is obviously reserved for the black goat. Next to it is a disassembled long-range nail gun and six silver-white gas tanks the size of cantaloupe. Seeing this familiar "sniper", Leon's heart couldn't help but warm up slightly, knowing that this thing must have been given by Senior Emma. She really took good care of me. Even after finishing the investigation yesterday, she didn't deal with the blood on her body first. Instead, she talked to me for a long time, told me a lot of details about the "clean-up work", and repeatedly told me some places that I need to be extra careful. And now that I am about to go out to perform the mission, she actually left her weapons to me... This favor is really too much. When she needs help, I must work harder and must be worthy of her care! Lyon, full of emotion, set up the suitcase, stuck the black goat that was still cursing into the groove of the goat's head, and then closed it heavily. A wonderful thing happened. The moment the big suitcase was buckled, it seemed to be strangled to death. No matter the noise in the ears or the curses in the mind, they all disappeared in an instant, and the whole world became quiet. Very good~ If I have this thing, I can take the black goat out, and I don't have to worry about it talking nonsense and scaring Anna. After nodding with satisfaction, Lyon reached out and grabbed the handle of the suitcase and lifted it up! Not moving at all... ? ? ? Looking at the big suitcase that was too lazy to even shake, Leon couldn't help but widen his eyes, grabbed the big handle of the suitcase with both hands, and pulled it with all his strength. Facing Leon who had used up all his strength, the huge suitcase finally responded, but it only left the ground a little bit, and then it fell to the ground with a bang, and the huge sound shook the floating soil in the whole office. "..." Solid wood frame, crocodile-like leather, metal accessories, and a sheep's head and a sniper rifle inside... If this didn't weigh 50 or 60 kilograms, I would have eaten this box directly!
Looking at his arms that looked a little skinny due to long-term malnutrition, and then looking at the big box lying on the ground like a mountain, as if it was mocking him, the "weak" Leon sighed helplessly, rationally gave up the idea of taking it away, and instead took his ID, pushed the door open fiercely, and walked towards the cafeteria of the police department. Eat! I will eat vigorously! Eat myself into a strong man! Then intensify the exercise! Apart from other things, I must train to the point where I can lift a box by myself! Otherwise, when Senior Emma asks me for help, if I can't even lift a box and have to beg her to help me carry it, then I'm not going to live? … "Anna...hiccup...look what I brought you?" After pushing the door and entering the intensive care unit, looking at the sick girl on the bed who looked at him with surprise, Leon's face unconsciously put on a smile. Picking up the nanmu lunch box in his hand and shaking it gently, before Anna could answer, Leon smiled and revealed the answer: "It's the cod soup you loved when you were a child! I asked specifically, it's the cod caught from the outer river this morning, and fresh milk is added to it!" Cod and milk...wouldn't that be very expensive? After hearing what Leon said, Anna said hesitantly: "Brother, you just started working yesterday, and you helped me transfer to the ward, and brought me such expensive fish soup, wouldn't it be a bit..." "It's okay, you don't have to worry about these, all you have to do now is to take good care of your health... Come, let me see your legs." Putting the three-layer lunch box borrowed from the police department cafeteria on the bedside table, Leon lifted a corner of the quilt, looked at his sister's bandaged right thigh, and asked with some heartache: "Does it hurt? It's all my fault. If I hadn't sent you here If you hadn't gone to a hospital, you wouldn't have..." "It doesn't hurt! Ouch!" I didn't expect Leon to be so quick. The sick girl's cheeks turned slightly red. She quickly reached out to grab the quilt and covered her thighs again. Then she grabbed his arm and complained: "Brother! My skirt was cut when I was bandaging it. Don't mess around! Also, can you stop taking all the blame on yourself? When you sent me here, you didn't know that the gas pipeline in the hospital would suddenly explode. This incident was just an accident. It's really not your fault!"