Witch Special

The armory was just like the two times Lin Zhenxi had been there before. There was no one at the door and it was extremely deserted.

This wasn't hard to understand; after all, the Armory, unlike other departments within the "Company," was solely dedicated to serving the Special Correspondents. The problem was, there were only a hundred Special Correspondents within the "Company," and that was when the staff was fully staffed. Generally speaking, vacancies were a common occurrence. While some Special Correspondents were constantly lost in other worlds, and new personnel were constantly being added, the quota was rarely ever filled.

There are less than a hundred special envoys, and they only come to the Armory after they have just been hired or promoted. Judging from the time of Lin Zhenxi's own promotion, a special envoy may not come to the Armory three times in ten years. It is conceivable how low the probability is that she will happen to meet her colleagues in the Armory.

So Lin Zhenxi didn't feel strange at all that she didn't meet anyone, after all, it was the same the two times she came here before.

The main entrance to the armory is a tightly closed metal door, with no signs around to indicate where this place is. This way, even if someone goes to the wrong place, they will not know what is behind the metal door, which effectively blocks those who are not interested.

To enter the Armory, one must apply in advance. Without proper reason, even one of the "Company's" hundred special envoys would be denied entry. It was these special and rigorous entry and exit procedures that convinced Lin Zhenxi that the Armory was truly unique among the various departments of the "Company." Special envoys were never restricted from entering other departments, let alone being denied entry through the main gate.

However, this special and heavily guarded department opened its doors to Lin Zhenxi today, because she submitted an application yesterday. She will come here today to collect the three space cubes and take a look at the B-level arsenal. All these applications have been approved on the platform.

Lin Zhenxi arrived in front of the silver-white metal door and held up her personal terminal, which displayed her identity information. A laser beam projected from the upper part of the metal door frame and accurately hit the display panel of Lin Zhenxi's personal terminal, completing Lin Zhenxi's identity verification in an instant.

There was no sound, the door just slid open silently in all directions, revealing the passage behind. From this moment on, it could be seen that the door was not even one layer, but several layers stacked together, and each layer opened in a different direction.

This level of protection is ridiculously strong. Is it really necessary to set up such strong protection measures within the "company"?

Well, existence is reasonable. Maybe the "company" has other considerations. Never mind. Since the door is open, let's go in first.

Lin Zhenxi walked through the open metal door and into the armory.

The interior of the armory was actually quite limited, roughly equivalent to a reception room, completely sealed off on all sides with no other exits, a stark contrast to the overwhelming garrison strength. On the wall facing the main entrance, like a train station ticket window, there was a large glass panel with a window sill below and a U-shaped passage connecting the inside and outside.

There is a counter behind the glass, but it is empty now, no one is there, even the counter top is bare.

Lin Zhenxi wasn't surprised by this. Since the Armory was a strong contender for the company's quietest department, one couldn't expect the person in charge to stay at the counter for long periods of time. Unless a robot was assigned to that position, expecting the person in charge to avoid slacking off was simply unrealistic.

So Lin Zhenxi was looking for the pager. She remembered that the last time she came, the pager was placed on the windowsill, but now it was gone. She didn't know whether the style had changed or it had been taken away.

Finally, Lin Zhenxi found a button hidden very secretly on the wall. It was made of the same material as the metal wall. Not only was the color the same, but even the protruding parts were not obvious. If Lin Zhenxi had not noticed the gap around the button with her sharp eyes, she would probably have hardly noticed the pager on the wall.

Was this thing designed this way to hide from people? Lin Zhenxi sensed a strong sense of malice from the installer of this pager. The meaning of "Don't see me!" was a little too obvious.

Lin Zhenxi pressed the pager, which was almost invisible, and then waited.

Lin Zhenxi expected that she would only have to wait a minute or two before the person in charge would come out. However, after pressing the button, she waited another five minutes, and there was still no movement behind the window.

This... is a holiday? But that's not right. She had made an appointment for today. If the person in charge here was on holiday today, she wouldn't have been able to make the appointment successfully.

The only explanation is that the person in charge here went somewhere slacking off today and she was stood up.

Lin Zhenxi silently took out her personal terminal, activated the intelligent voice assistant function, and asked, "If I want to file a complaint against an employee in a department for leaving their post without permission, what is the process? If I'm a member of the platform, can the process be expedited?"

The smart voice assistant began to spin, quickly providing an answer. But even faster came a chaotic noise like a pile of cardboard boxes being knocked over, followed by a panicked female voice: "Wait a minute, don't complain! I'm here, I just... I just went to the bathroom, I'll be back soon. Please don't complain!"

That was more or less the case. Lin Zhenxi put away his personal terminal, but still had a sour face, clearly showing his dissatisfaction with the person in charge here.

She didn't really want to complain. After all, the "company" actually had a pretty strict management system, especially for the rank-and-file employees. Even though Yan Qing seemed cheerful and occasionally slacked off or left early, that was only because she'd completed all her work. Furthermore, the people she was responsible for were usually newcomers from other lands who hadn't even figured out what a "company" was, so how could they possibly think of complaining?

The situation at the Armory is completely different. Its service objectives are highly targeted, directed solely at the Special Correspondents. Special Correspondents are a unique group within the "company," enjoying numerous privileges. They can even skip work and still receive their salary, and they hold significant influence within the "company."

Being complained by a special commissioner is much more serious than other ordinary complaints. What's more, this matter is not that the special commissioner is deliberately looking for trouble, but that the person in charge here did leave her post without reason during working hours. The "company" can easily find out how long she has been away from work, and even what she did. It is obviously not as simple as going to the toilet, so if she is to be dealt with, the punishment measures will probably be extremely severe.

Anyway, Lin Zhenxi's purpose of intimidation was achieved. This time she didn't wait too long, not even a minute. A short man in red clothes with messy hair like a bird's nest on his head opened a door and rushed into the room behind the glass window.

Oh no, it turns out that the person in charge here has changed. When Lin Zhenxi came here before, the person in charge here was supposed to be a robot butler who always liked to wear a yellow top hat. The robot had a display screen on its chest, and it would express its emotions through the emoticons on its chest.

Maybe they found a suitable person among the aliens, so the robot went to other positions.

The little man in red must have rushed over in a hurry, barely catching his breath. He fixed his messy hair and hurriedly sat down on the counter chair behind the window. His big eyes curved into a flattering smile as he said to Lin Zhenxi attentively, "Oh, I was really busy just now. I'm so sorry for neglecting this customer."

"You won't blame me, will you?"

"Slave... slave family?" What kind of a name is that? Lin Zhenxi tilted her head back slightly, marveling at this rather old-fashioned name. In Lin Zhenxi's memory, it seemed that only the prostitutes of the old society who showed their faces in public would use this derogatory term to refer to themselves.

Even if she wanted to lower her posture, she didn't have to lower it so much.

But soon after, Lin Zhenxi found out the reason why the little girl called herself that from her dress, or at least found a possibility.

Because this little girl's face was heavily made up. She looked small and her figure was not developed, but she not only applied very bright eyeshadow, but also had abnormally red lips, either lipstick or lip gloss. As for the clothes she was wearing, they were even more revealing.

She wore a red gown with the front open, revealing a lake green bellyband-like garment underneath. The neckline was so low that you could even see the slight rise and fall of her chest. Fortunately, her body hadn't fully grown yet; if she had developed well, this outfit would have been incredibly alluring.

Moreover, this guy actually had a pair of long white ears on his head. They looked much larger than Yan Qing's cat ears. They should be dog ears or fox ears... No, they were fox ears. Dog ears didn't seem to be so pointed and upright.

It seems like there is no tail behind her butt, which is far worse than Yan Qing. Bad review.

Moreover, Lin Zhenxi didn't like the other person's dress. It was too frivolous, and she really looked like a prostitute running a sex trade. But she was so young, and it was hard to imagine what she was doing in her original world before she came to this world.