Simultaneous time travel: Am I the only normal person?

Miyano Akemi's eyes widened, what kind of mess is all this?

There was a long list of identity introductions in the front, and at the end there was another affectionate confession.

This made Miyano Akemi really feel that her brain had been turned into a mess.

But for the sake of her sister, Miss Mingmei still felt that she had to take the initiative.

"Lu Jun, can you tell me about your organization?"

Hearing this, Luke's expression became even weirder.

This is what you asked me to say, Akemi-chan.

"We are a special force of the International Security Council specially designed to deal with various strange incidents. We take world security as our own responsibility, and there are various elite talents in the bureau."

"Director Nick Fury, a Level 10 agent who has participated in and passed all Green and Black Beret training."

"Steve Rogers, Successful Sample of Super Soldier Serum from World War II"

"Lu Jun."

Miyano Akemi said quietly.

When Luke explained it at the beginning, she struggled to remember all this information.

But after that, the more I listened, the more something felt wrong.

Luke looked strange.

"What's wrong, Akemi?"

"Lu Jun, although Neon's comics are better, we actually also read foreign comics."

Seeing how Luke couldn't hold back his laughter, how could she still not understand that everything Luke just said was just to tease her.

"Pfft, I'm sorry, Mingmei, I just think I need to cooperate with you."

Luke smiled.

"You weren't like this before, Mr. Lu."

Miyano Akemi's eyes became even more resentful.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, Minmei."

"I am not angry."

Miyano Akemi turned away.

Luke straightened her up again and turned her around.

"Mingmei, I love you."

Luke looked at her seriously.

Luke does love Miyano Akemi, but his heart is very big and can accommodate many people.

Miyano Akemi looked a little ashamed.

"Don't worry, leave it to me, I will take you out of the organization."

"Actually, I have contacted the police from the hidden organization. He will ensure your safety after you are rescued."

"As for why I knew those things, involving transactions with the police, I'm sorry that I can't explain to you now."

Luke talks a lot, and what he says may be true or false.

Miyano Akemi suddenly realized, and she looked at Luke guiltily.

"Sorry, Mr. Lu, I shouldn't have."

Luke lowered his head and blocked Miyano Akemi's mouth.

His hands moved downward, and a new round of battlefield began again.

As for bank work.

Isn’t Miyano Akemi serving the bank’s customers now?

In the laboratory, Miyano Shiho had just heated up a blueberry sandwich and ate it with milk.

Putting down the milk, Miyano Shiho glanced at the production date of the milk suspiciously.

It's not expired either?

Why does it feel like there's something wrong with the taste?

At night, Luke rode his Harley to Cowherd's shop.

Thanks to Marine Luke's endurance, the two consecutive days of fighting were just a warm-up for him.

Niulang's shop is brightly lit and is preparing to open for business.

Angel Martin had just sent him away the night before, and Cowherd's shop didn't even close for rectification. They continued to operate that night.

I heard that the deputy store manager was worried that the resources in Angel Martin’s hands were being wasted.

So quickly assign the contact information to your subordinates, so that the cowherds can keep one of them.

So much so that the performance of these two days was even better than that of the previous week.

If you exclude Luke.

As soon as he entered the store, Luke heard the deputy store manager yelling.

"Everyone who comes to Gao Tianyuan to support her, every guest must treat her as the only love in your life. We want her to feel it."

The deputy store manager used to be a cowherd and a good talker, but later he got older and was forced to change his position behind the scenes.

Although the deputy store manager at that time was the second in command, he was also a powerful presence in the industry.

As a result, under the ravages of time, the once dashing No. 2 player has now become a social beast working overtime.

But he is also lucky. At least he does not have to engage in such a high-risk profession and is still in the industry. He is not directly fired when he gets old like other ordinary cowherds.

"Kazama, why are you here? Didn't you say you were asking for leave today?"

Seeing the sudden return of his mainstay, the deputy store manager looked surprised.

Could it be that Master Kazama has a distinguished guest suddenly come to your door today?

The deputy store manager couldn't help but get excited when he thought about the possibility of making a fortune.

"The matter has been resolved in advance. I think I can come to work if I have nothing to do. Just arrange a few individual tourists for me."

Luke's eyelids twitched, asking for leave today?

"No problem, Kazama!"

"If things are in trouble, you can tell me and I will go to the store manager for help."

Although the deputy store manager was a little disappointed that he guessed wrong, he still agreed loudly and made a good sale.

I'll take the favor, and the store manager will do the work. The deputy store manager is worthy of being the second-in-command back then.

Much more intelligent than Angel Martin.

When passing by the group of young cowboys who were being scolded, Luke smiled and nodded as a greeting.

There were a few fewer people, maybe they were outside when the date was updated.

However, just as he was about to enter the box, he saw an old acquaintance on the road.

Can he come to work in a place like this?

Luke was a little surprised.

When the old acquaintance saw Luke, he was slightly startled and nodded slightly.

Luke leaned over.

"Send a margarita to my box."

The black-skinned waiter continued to nod.

There are generally three types of waiters in Cowherd restaurants.

One is the young cowherd who has just joined the job. He has no customers and can only be responsible for cleaning or helping the cowherds who have customers drink.

One is an old guy who is about to retire from the industry. He is in his twenties. Customers are unwilling to come to him, and he himself cannot find a new job outside, so he can only stay here as a waiter.

The last type is ordinary temporary workers. If there is a shortage of people in the store, the deputy store manager will often hire a few to help out temporarily.

For example, in the past few days, Angel Martin has been in trouble. All the cowherds in the store are working overtime to retain customers, and they have no time to clean at all.

This somewhat familiar black-skinned waiter is obviously the third type.

Entered the box and waited for a while.

The black-skinned waiter knocked on the door and walked in with a tray in one hand.

Place the drink steadily on the table and stand still.

"Sit down. There is no surveillance in this place. Why do you have time to come to my place?"

After hearing this, the black-skinned waiter breathed a sigh of relief and sat down.

"It just so happens that I recently took on a mission."

"There are still missions here. Is the organization thinking of changing its profession to punish criminals and eradicate evil?"

Luke wondered.

There are not many good people in this Kabukicho.

"It's not the organization's task, it's the firm's."

"Can you still have clients in your office?"

Luke blurted out.

The dark-skinned waiter's face turned even darker.

"After all, that's my official job, okay?"

Hearing this, Luke was quite speechless.

No, whose main job is open no more than three days a month, and the boss is still keen on hiring various temporary workers every day?