Chapter 281 Gold Medal Trivia
Chapter 282 Gold Medal Trivia

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Hehe, I have been in the organization for more than three years, and this is the first time that Bing has given us a nominal mission. And the goal is... Haha, it's exciting just to think about it. Don't worry, Bing, I will definitely not ruin your reputation. It's just a small additional assessment question, don't worry, I will definitely complete the task beautifully! I am looking forward to having you take us out to play in the future!
——Angel of Annihilation Ling
"Okay, baby birds, be quiet!" Vermouth's voice resounded throughout the venue through the loudspeaker.

It didn't take long for the newcomers who needed to be assessed to enter the training ground one after another and stand in the middle of the field waiting for the assessment. To be honest, now they were surrounded by the official members of the organization. Although they had gone through three years of training, these newcomers still felt scared when facing such a scene. After all, they had never received such a large-scale assessment before. Although this time it was based on the basic assessment.

"Your assessment has begun. This assessment includes a comprehensive test of pistol fixed-point shooting, mobile shooting, sniping, explosive throwing, and cross-country running with loads. There will also be close combat after that. So, this is not an easy assessment. Those who fail to meet the standards in the first items will be labeled as dead, and they will become targets that can be killed in the subsequent combat. So, you must be careful. Your life and the enjoyment that follows are all your own efforts. Whether you live or die depends entirely on your thoughts." Vermouth's voice was not loud, but it was full of coldness. "Remember, there are only sixty-four of you taking the assessment. Don't do anything out of line, otherwise the official members around you will shoot bullets into your heads without hesitation."

Click click click. . .

As Vermouth finished speaking, the official members standing on the periphery all took out their service pistols. The sound of bullets being loaded rang out instantly, making people's scalps numb.

"Okay, the assessment begins." Vermouth issued the final order, then turned off the loudspeaker and sat back in her chair.

"Sister Bei, are you the only one invigilating this time?" I asked subconsciously beside Vermouth.

"Margaret is on a mission today, and Gin is busy dealing with things in the United States. And the gentleman is used to letting me do the reporting in this regard. So I'm the only one invigilating this time." Vermouth was a little unhappy. "But this time, there are 64 newcomers. Gin and I only have the right to choose one-quarter, and the rest are all taken by Margaret. You know that guy's habits."

"I don't quite understand why the boss spoils her so much?" I asked an overstepping question. But Vermouth still answered me subconsciously.

"That bastard, although she behaved improperly, she accidentally solved a major problem of the organization when she was promoted to the gold medal. This earned her the appreciation of the boss, who condoned her behavior. As long as she could create higher benefits for the organization."

"Are you feeling stressed?" I asked subconsciously.

"Eh?" Vermouth looked at me in surprise. Then she chuckled and replied, "Oh, indeed."

"Have you ever thought of killing her?"

"How could I not have thought about it?" Vermouth glanced at me. "But, I don't have the chance anymore."

"Huh? What do you say?"

"As both of us are gold medalists, we no longer have the chance to go on missions together, not to mention that the nature of our missions is different." Vermouth took a puff of her cigarette and blew out a smoke ring. "She behaved improperly, but no one could expose her to the boss. The official members didn't have the courage, and the gold medalists didn't have that opportunity. Even I didn't have the opportunity to make suggestions to the boss. Bing, you have to know. In that mission, Margaret directly solved the stability problem of the British branch and firmly established the foundation of the organization in the UK. It is because of this that she has the position she has today. Compared with the cannon fodder that can be continuously supplied, that gentleman values ​​results and efficiency more."

"Sister Bei, do you mean... as long as someone can expose her, they can pull her down from the gold medal?"

"Yes, but the person who drags her down must be someone who can replace her, otherwise I won't be able to report to the boss." Vermouth looked at me with a hint of charm. "So..."

"I can't do that now..." I waved my hands hurriedly at Vermouth, even though her intentions were already obvious.

"You little brat, it's rare that Sister Bei praises you so much, but you still don't know what's good for you." Vermouth poked me on the forehead with a scolding look. "Don't worry, I won't let you take this risk before you grow up. But, with your excellence, one day..." Vermouth's face turned gloomy. "What?" I asked.

"No, nothing." Vermouth seemed unwilling to continue the topic. "Tell me about what happened in the United States last time. What do you think?"

"What else can we say? There must be a mole." I said with a relaxed tone. "Such a serious confidentiality leak has occurred. If there was no mole, how could the FBI have paralyzed the organization's network defense and attacked the base in just half a day? We just don't know who the mole is."

"Gin is now in charge of the US side. Once we identify the traitor, Gin will come back and I will go over to help. The two gold medalists who have been in the US, Rye and Islay Wiskey (thanks to Uncle Bing for coming over), are now the focus of attention. I hope they are not the traitors, otherwise the US side will be in danger."

"Islay Wiskey, Islay Island Whiskey, Rye, Rye Whiskey." I silently recited the code names of the two gold medals. "Islay doesn't have much impression, but that Rye... Rye... Shit, that's not..."

"Hmm? Have you thought of anything?" Vermouth noticed my strange look.

"No, nothing." I shook my head hastily. At the same time, I thought to myself. "Rye whiskey, isn't that Shuichi Akai?" If Vermouth hadn't told me, I wouldn't have remembered it. When I went to the United States last time, the gold medals were gone, so I didn't think about it. Now that it's been so long, isn't Shuichi Akai the biggest traitor? No wonder the American branch is so miserable this time, it turns out that he is the one who did it. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile helplessly.

But... what does that have to do with me? Never mind, it would be great if he could bring Gin down. That way Sister Bei's position in the organization would be much higher. I would be much more relaxed. As for Conan's one-on-one fight with the organization, what does that have to do with me? I have Shiho, Shizuru, and Ling, and that's enough. I don't need to think about the main plot. (I'll just make a simple explanation. At this time, Kaoru didn't have the memory of Xiaolan. This part is a memory. Don't get confused 2333)

————The scent of orchids, the scent of lavender, the scent of home & the wings of angels, the wings of demons, the wings of guardians————

Putting aside my thoughts about Akai, I focused my attention back on the following test. After all, Akai and I were not in conflict with each other, and I didn't want to cause myself an enemy like Akai. So, if I couldn't fight, I couldn't just hide.

With this relaxed attitude, I searched for the purple hair on the training ground. After looking around, I found Ling in the middle and back of the test group. She was sitting with Taiyi and the others preparing for the activity.

The first item of the combat assessment is a comprehensive test, which requires the examinees to carry a sniper rifle weighing about ten kilograms and two pistols at the same time to pass through obstacles set up in the training ground, and then complete the assessment items of fixed-point shooting, mobile shooting, sniping and grenade throwing. Of course, sniping is done using the organization's holographic projection. The sniper rifle is also specially made. After completing these, return to the starting point. The examiner on the scene will end the timer in his hand. Those who fail to complete it within the specified time will be considered as failed assessment. The loser will be labeled as the death group. However, he also has a chance to avoid elimination, that is, to defeat his opponent in the subsequent combat items. However, after being labeled as the death group, they have to face the formal members of the organization. Only those who succeed in the previous assessment will fight in pairs, and they cannot kill each other. The examiner will score according to their combat performance. Those who are qualified will be selected by the formal members to become their assistants, and after completing all the training items and their respective prescribed tasks for eight years, they will become new formal members. Those who fail will be sent to the periphery. The purpose of the organization bringing in batches of children by selecting four out of forty was to select the most elite children during the three-year assessment. Otherwise, if dozens of them were left at a time, not only would the abilities of the newcomers be different, but it would also be extremely inconvenient to manage them. After all, the organization wanted talents with strong individual combat capabilities, not cannon fodder who would rush forward and die.

The assessment was still going on, and the sixty-odd newcomers were also trying their best to demonstrate the results of their three years of training. Success, success, and failure. Those who heard about success breathed a sigh of relief, while those who heard about failure were as pale as death. Although they still had a chance to avoid elimination, facing the regular members who had been through many battles, their chances of survival were almost zero, if not zero.

Finally, after more than an hour, Ling had her test.

"Are you ready?" The official member responsible for assessing Ling asked about Ling's situation.

"Start anytime." Ling said confidently, tightening the sniper rifle on her back. Compared with the gravity training Bing had given her, the 20 kilograms of weight behind her was almost the same as before, so Ling had no difficulty adapting to it.

"Well, let's start!" At the moment when the official member pressed the stopwatch in his hand, Ling rushed out like a civet cat. The 100-meter sprint took less than ten seconds. She jumped up and jumped onto the rope net in front of her. With the regular movements of her hands and feet, the gecko step training at that time fully played a role, as if she was not climbing a soft rope net, but a solid iron net that could support her body. The five-meter-high rope net did not stump Ling at all. After climbing over the rope net, Ling jumped down. She just grabbed the rope with her arms halfway down to avoid getting hurt when she landed. After a buffer, Ling landed lightly on the ground, and rolled over when she landed, making a force-relieving movement and continuing to rush forward. The sniper rifle behind her did not affect her smooth movements at all.

"This girl, actually has such skills?" There was a flash of surprise in Vermouth's blue eyes. At the same time, her eyes fell on the child sitting next to her. The child was lying on the table calmly with his left hand supporting his head. He looked peaceful, but the slight upward curl of his mouth betrayed his joy.

(End of this chapter)