Chapter 1654 No Ambitions, Otaku Bob

Bob is an otaku.

Like most nerds, he is harmless to animals, not good at socializing, has very few friends, doesn't like girls, is a bit obese, and at the same time knows to indulge in the two-dimensional world all day long.

Of course, he is also different from ordinary otaku. The most typical point is that he is a technical nerd, and he is also a very unusual technical nerd.

What is so unusual about it? The answer to this question can be seen from his work unit.

Bob Wilson, former Level 5 Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., currently works in the Logistics Management Center of Sky Hammer Division. As a non-field officer, his only role is to manage his huge and complex data and data for the U.S. branch of Skyhammer Bureau. This is his talent. He has a normal IQ since he was a child, and having obtained more than five doctorates, he has always been handy in the face of these headaches.

It's not that he doesn't have the ability to deal with more complicated and important tasks, but that this otaku-minded guy simply doesn't have the heart to get involved in such tasks.

I'm sorry, he's a pure pacifist who is engaged in weapons research, not to mention doing it, even if he touches such a lethal weapon, he is reluctant. As for doing biology or chemistry experiments, it would be fine if it was in college. At that time, he could somewhat guarantee his academic purity. And after he graduated and started working, no matter whether he was in SHIELD or in the current Skyhammer Bureau, he was unwilling to do such a job again.

Others don't know what these jobs are for, but he knows it clearly in his heart. The data passing by his eyes every day can guide him to a sufficiently accurate truth. Those high-tech weapon experiments, those super-soldier plans for human body research, each one was enough to make him reject any possibility of contacting these things in his heart.

He would rather be treated as an idiot than let himself have anything to do with these things. So soon, he was reduced from a quasi-senior researcher to the current position where he can only squat in the warehouse and manage logistics materials and information.

In the eyes of many people who are optimistic about him, this is a very regrettable thing. Because of his talent, the knowledge he has mastered will definitely enable him to take on more important tasks and obtain greater benefits.

However, he destroyed himself. Let him fall directly into the dust from a height that can climb up to the clouds.

What a pity, what a pity. But Bob himself didn't think so. For him, being able to do such a leisurely job and receive a weekly salary of nearly four figures is enough for him to be satisfied.

While others were cutting and sawing at a mess of living things, he was playing a game. Others are holding guns and flying outside to kill and kill, and he is chasing the new show. Same salary, totally different job, nothing to complain about. If you really complain, you might as well think about those colleagues who have already received lunch boxes. Compared with them, shouldn't you feel lucky?

Bob has always comforted himself in this way, living a life of mediocrity. And when the S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau became the Skyhammer Bureau after several turbulences, and those old colleagues who laughed at him in the past also received their lunch boxes one by one, he insisted on his idea even more.

There's nothing wrong with being a salted fish. At least you, a salted fish, can still jump a few times if you're fine. Unlike those ambitious guys, they are basically dead fish now.

Bob has been in this way for a year and a year, until this day, he came to his office as usual.

This is a small town in the southwestern United States. It's not too far from downtown Los Angeles, about two or three hours' drive away. Features are Danish-style buildings, windmills, wine and characteristic crafts. Because relying on a big city like Los Angeles, although there are few residents, the flow of people is quite huge.

On the surface, Bob's office here is a logistics transfer station. In addition to providing logistics services for residents here, it also includes services for mailing items for tourists from all over the world. In a way, business here is pretty good. Otherwise, this small station as big as a sparrow would not be able to support more than a dozen employees.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Bob. Because he doesn't get paid from here. In fact, his work is also somewhat out of touch with this transfer station. Because in name, although he is the manager of this transfer station, in fact, someone else is doing this job. He is only responsible for bringing other people's work results in front of him, and then pretending to command others.

In the eyes of those employees, he is a somewhat shy boss who is also easy to talk to. But only he and his mean secretary know that his real job is to manage the hidden base under this transfer station.

In addition to saving some special materials that are not often used, what he has to do is to sort out all kinds of information from the Los Angeles area, and then summarize them to the places where they are needed. For his abilities, it was an easy job. So of course, he can spend a lot of time elsewhere.

This is the thing that hurts his colleague the most, that is, his secretary. Because anyone who is busy doing superficial pretend work all day, but finds that his colleagues are always laughing and enjoying the benefits of doing nothing, will have such thoughts.

He asked Bob more than once to exchange work content with Bob, but because of insufficient authority level, he had no way to accept Bob's work at all. After such a long time, he naturally held back his resentment. And this is reflected in the disguise work he has to maintain on weekdays, which naturally makes him look mean and bitter.

It was the same today, when Bob walked in to greet him with a smile, he immediately rolled his eyes. Then he said to him expressionlessly.

"Today's work has been arranged. I recorded it in your workbook. You just need to follow the above plan. In addition, I remind you that I am responsible for disguising work, so when I punish those who commit crimes When it comes to wrong employees, you'd better not pretend to be good people casually, and let them go lightly. You make my job very difficult, you know?"

"No problem, Lewis. I promise, I won't do it next time."

The otaku, who has always been harmless to humans and animals, of course patted his chest and made a promise. As for his assurance, as a colleague, Lewis just rolled his eyes and left here on his own.

He knew what Bob was going to do next, and if he didn't have enough authority, if he wanted to stay there, he was just making trouble for himself. As an agent of the Tianhammer Bureau, he certainly has his own professional ethics. So even if he is not reconciled, he can only continue the work he should do.

However, today is obviously different from the past. Because when he walked out of Bob's office, he immediately saw two guys in black suits walking towards him in a big way.

Having received professional training, he can certainly see the essence revealed in the actions of these two guys. They are definitely special personnel who have undergone strict military training and are engaged in secret work. This immediately lifted his spirits. While quietly sending a message to Bob, he also went up to them and questioned them sharply.

"This is a private office, and no unauthorized visitors are allowed. You two, you have come to the wrong place!"

"Lewis Jordan? We are staff members from the Sky Hammer Bureau branch. Here are our IDs and internal numbers. You can verify them. We have an order to execute this time, so, can you please move out of the way?" , don't interfere with our official duties?"

Hearing that they were colleagues, and after confirming their identities, Lewis naturally had no reason to stop them. He got out of his way, and soon, he saw these two burly guys dragging Bob out of his office like they were dragging a dead pig.

This made him a little surprised, because no one knew better than him the harmlessness of his colleague. Not to mention that he might be a spy planted here by someone, even if he was asked to use his power to embezzle something, he probably wouldn't have the guts to do so.

So clean, I am afraid that the little fat man who is still a virgin will commit a crime and be taken away by someone from above. This is something he cannot believe no matter what. With such a skeptical attitude, he immediately questioned the two employees.

"What mistake did Bob make? You want to capture him like this. Is there something wrong?"

"Sorry, you made a mistake. The order we received was to take Bob Wilson to Washington to take up his post. In other words, he was promoted. Who knows what's wrong with this guy, to show such a look?" Hell, I've never seen anyone react like this to hearing they've been promoted."

"Now you see it!" Although he could understand why Bob was like this, Lewis still couldn't help avoiding his help-seeking eyes with jealousy.

Getting promoted was his dream all along. And now it's fine if this kind of good thing didn't happen to him, but it still happened to Bob, a guy with no ambitions, which really made him feel like God had no eyes.

Under such circumstances, the more he thought about it, the more he became angry. He could only wave his hands quickly, signaling them to take Bob away as soon as possible. Seeing that he could no longer maintain his comfortable life, Bob immediately wailed like a pig being killed.

Of course, it didn't help, and he still packed into a black Chevrolet like a ticket. And looking at the employees who were provoked by Bob's howling, Lewis felt jealous and happily drove them away.

"Okay, okay, don't watch the excitement. Mr. Wilson has been taken away by the IRS because of tax evasion. If you don't want to provoke these terrible guys, you'd better act as if you didn't do anything Good to see."

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