"...Richard...Richard?" Vaguely feeling someone pushing him, Richard opened his eyes in confusion. In front of him was a familiar desk and an operation interface that had been automatically closed long ago, as well as that

The office manager who doesn't know why he always dislikes me.

Ah, I seemed to have fallen asleep at work, and I also had a long and wonderful dream. In the dream, I seemed to have left this damn office and been sent out to become a person who could stand on my own, and even received orders from the London headquarters.

He can just ignore it.

"Hey, Richard, are you fucking sleeping?" A slap hit Richard's face, which felt like burning pain. So Da Da immediately slapped him behind his back and disappeared, leaving only strong fear.

with anger.

"I'm sorry, Director." But Richard couldn't get angry. He had endured it for so long and no longer cared about these humiliations. He had managed to climb from the slums of Manchester to his current position. He couldn't be driven back to that place just because of a whim.

Go to hell on earth.

Maybe the bastard in front of him saw through him, so he was so unscrupulous.

"Huh, I'm sorry? You'd better leave your apology until later." The director just sneered at Richard's low profile, "Have you completed the work assigned to you? How is the intelligence screening going? Are the frontline agents still there?

Waiting for the results.”

Richard's face suddenly fell, because he finally remembered what he was busy doing before he collapsed from exhaustion. Before he fell asleep from exhaustion, he was sifting through some scattered intelligence coming from North Africa, which would affect MI6

A key operation in Libya. The outcome of this operation will determine whether a small local warlord supported by the United Kingdom can continue to survive, and its success or failure will be directly linked to the office where Richard works.

"Isn't it done yet?" The director looked at him with undisguised malice, "Humph, in this case I don't have to be polite to you. If our operation fails because of your slackness, you will

Just take the blame and resign."

Richard almost jumped up on the spot and strangled the bastard in front of him, but luckily his reason stopped his instinctive impulse at the last moment.

Is it true that Richard doesn't work hard enough? Of course not. Richard is definitely the hardest-working person in this office. In fact, he doesn't even have to work hard if he doesn't want to, because the director often takes the risk when everyone else is idle.

When he was working, he directly gave Richard the work of three or four people and forced him to finish the work within a very extreme time limit. However, people always have limits, and this time Richard actually had to bear the entire office responsibility by himself.

Even if he really had a strong head and six arms, he wouldn't be able to handle the responsibility he has to bear.

Richard even suspected that the director was always targeting him because he worked too hard, making everyone else in the office work as efficiently as a demented old man dozing off in an easy chair.

"Let me see..." Richard couldn't stand the humiliation on his face and couldn't get rid of him, which made the director feel comfortable all over. He showed off the expensive watch under his cuffs and glanced at it, "There are still eight hours before the operation starts.

, Whatever you want to do, just do it, I won’t stop you.”

After saying that, the director walked away, leaving behind a string of arrogant laughter that made Richard bite his teeth with hatred. As for the other colleagues in the office, they turned a blind eye to what just happened, as if Richard was not a person at all.

That doesn't exist.

Richard spent five minutes to pull himself out of his anger, and another five minutes to check how much information was left to be screened. After confirming that it was definitely not something he could complete in eight hours, Richard realized that he

It is possible that he must make a decision that will affect his future life. He must choose between losing his job and saving this dangerous action that is very likely to fail. The former means that all his struggle and forbearance in his lifetime will be in vain, while the latter will

It is very possible that your own life will be involved.

Is there still a need to choose? Richard's ambition was completely ignited by the desperate situation. Human greatness is often forced out in this way.

No longer caring about the annoying true and false information, Richard stood up suddenly under the surprised eyes of others and went straight to the director's office.

"Are you...what's your name?" The elderly director put on his reading glasses and glanced at the intruder. After studying for a long time, he couldn't match Richard's name with the name in his memory.

"Mr. Director, I am Richard, from the Office of North African Affairs." Richard reminded helplessly that it was precisely because of the incompetence of the leadership that the office politics below turned into a puddle of mud. Everyone thought

How they defraud funds and fight against dissent with the party. Rather than killing the enemies of the United Kingdom, they want to kill the most capable colleague in the office.

"Oh, yes, yes, Richard." The old director patted his forehead and suddenly realized, "I remembered you, you have always done well."

"Thank you for the compliment." Richard thought in his mind that the other party was farting. The only thing the old man could remember now was that at eight o'clock in the evening he was going to have a date with his lover, who was fifty years younger than him, at the Hilton Hotel.

"So Richard, why did you come to me?" The old director was too lazy to deal with an ordinary employee who was targeted by the entire office, so he got straight to the point.

"I want to take responsibility for an operation in North Africa. This operation will start in eight hours." Richard also said it bluntly.

"Young man, are you sure?" After hearing Richard's words, the old director's eyes towards him became formal for the first time.

The reason is very simple. The so-called "responsibility for operations" is a slang that has been circulating within MI6 for a long time. To put it simply, if the people sitting in the back office are not doing well and don't want to be kicked out, they will propose to go to the front line to accompany the mission in person to complete the final task.

Give it a try. If things don't work out, the person who is supposed to be responsible will choose to sacrifice their lives. If things work out, not only will all the previous failures be wiped out, but the person who succeeded will often be sent under the eyes of the superiors because of this.

To perform more important work is the last promotion channel for desperate people.

"I'm very sure, Mr. Director." It would be a lie to say that Richard is not afraid of death, but there are always things scarier than death in this world, such as losing everything now and returning to the dilapidated city where he grew up.

"Okay, where is the operation and when will it be launched?" The old director was able to sit at the head of MI6 not just because he was still "energetic" despite his age. When he was young, he ate more salt than Richard.

The younger generation eats more rice. Although he is getting older and weaker now, the heroic spirit of the past has not been completely wiped out.

"Libya, in eight hours."

"Understood, I will give you independent authority. You will be the on-site intelligence officer for that operation. In fifteen minutes, a drone will pick you up from the rooftop. If the matter is completed, I will transfer you.

Go to the seat you want in the North Africa office. If things don't work out, you can just die in Benghazi." The old director nodded and took off his reading glasses.

"Thank you." Richard didn't say any nonsense that would definitely live up to the director's trust. He himself was not sure about the future, so how could he have the confidence to talk to the director?

Richard didn't even pray to God. He didn't believe in God very early.

The director's direct order was indeed effective. Fifteen minutes later, Richard saw a streamlined drone with some kind of large composite capsule hanging underneath, parked on the rooftop of the London headquarters. Richard carefully lay down and opened the

The capsule and the scattered fluorescent data interfaces in the confined space made Richard feel nervous.

Then there was an acceleration that was almost unbearable for him. Most of the effects had been offset by the assistance of various equipment. You must know that this system claims to be able to send anyone to any corner of the earth in one hour, but for

The experience may not be so user-friendly for passengers.

"We are about to arrive at the target airspace, please prepare yourself." About twenty minutes later, a cold mechanical prompt sounded in the capsule.

Richard took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. The landing of this thing would not be fatal, but if anyone was stupid enough to dare to open his mouth during the landing, his tongue would definitely be bitten off.

"Boom!" After a short and long suffering, with a violent shock, Richard felt that he should be down to earth again.
Chapter completed!