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Chapter 274 Psychological Testing: Cohen & Chianti (2)

Having successfully transferred to a new position, Doi Nai, the former deputy team leader who had left Sherry's A-Drug project, could now do more than just conduct psychological tests on codenamed members; she could even take their pulses face-to-face!

Under Kazeto's gloating gaze, he swayed left and right, humming as he picked up the microphone: "Moshi moshi—Lady Chianti, it's your turn to test now. After the test, we'll help you retrieve the surveillance footage~"

"Hmm?" Chianti, who hadn't had any meat in a long time and was playing with the corpse by himself, looked up and waved his hand: "Alright, you guys remember to hurry up!"

With that, she shoved her blood-stained gun into Cohen's arms and swaggered into the consultation room.

A casual glance around the consultation room revealed pleasant lighting, soft Italian folk music playing, a plate of delicate tiramisu on a trolley next to a single sofa, and a menu bell.

Chianti lay down on the sofa without any hesitation, crossed her legs, propped her face up with one hand, and yawned: "When there are no missions, this is the best perk the organization base can offer."

After being upgraded to a code name member, you don't need to worry about basic necessities like food, clothing, and shelter; the organization takes care of everything.

If you want to eat something nice, just use some points to order food at the cafeteria.

However, perhaps precisely because of this, Chianti recalled hearing related rumors a few years ago:

It appears there's an undercover agent attempting to infiltrate the organization's catering department, planning to poison the food of codenamed members. No bottle of alcohol was affected, but it seems a brown-haired researcher passing by was poisoned.

This huge security breach enraged the Boss, Gin, and Rum, who ordered a thorough investigation of all staff in the food and beverage department!

In no time, the base's kitchen was transformed into a rat slaughterhouse, with little tunes about being human playing every day.

Coming to her senses, Chianti slumped onto the automatic massage sofa with a spoon in her mouth: "(Italian) So, what do you want to ask?"

“Uh…” Kazato Kyosuke tentatively looked at Doi Na, who shook her head, indicating that she was powerless to help: “Um, Chianti-sama, this test will be conducted in Japanese.”

"what?"

Chianti was immediately displeased: "What do you mean? Cohen speaks German, right? Is this discrimination?"

"No no no! Of course not!"

Even through the screen, Kyosuke Kazato felt a chill run down his spine, as if a bullet were piercing his brain: "It's our problem! To protect the adults' privacy, we don't have enough people to conduct the tests. Lord Cohen isn't familiar with Japanese, and we just happened to have someone who had returned from studying in Germany, so we switched to German to negotiate."

"Hmm... that works too, let's finish this quickly!"

"Okay, okay!"

Dr. Kazato, on the verge of tears, picked up the questionnaire, the paper crumpling in his hands: "The codenamed adults are all so scary!"

"Ahem, the first question is: How has your work been lately? Have you felt tired, suddenly excited, or experienced any other fluctuations?"

Chianti stroked her chin, pondering, "Recent work..."

"It feels very boring and peaceful. Most of the missions are just covering for someone, and I haven't gotten many kills. Fortunately, there are still Pisco's remnants that I can lure and capture..."

However, I get really excited when I kill someone, especially when the bullet enters at a [very bizarre] angle from [a certain part], and the impact blows [DATA EXPUNGED] into [unsuitable for children], it's incredibly satisfying!

Click.

The pencil lead was flung away and hit my face.

Kyosuke Kazato numbly picked up his spare pencil and continued writing down Harmony's words. Just as he was considering submitting an application for mental health compensation, he heard a chorus of agreement beside him:

"Mmmmm~"

Doi Nai nodded in agreement with great interest, saying, "Indeed, it's clear that Chianti has a deep understanding of the intricate components of the brain, completely on par with the simplified head researchers!"

"Is that the point?!"

"Oh right, let's move on to the next question."

Kazeto: "How would you rate your current teammate? Is there anything you're unhappy about?"

Chianti waved her hand: "No, no, just don't add people out of the blue."

Q: "What do you think is the most important quality for a long-term partner?"

A: "Speak your mind directly, don't ask questions, that's mysticism."

Q: What are your thoughts on the recently added members to the rapid reaction team?

A: "Quick Response Team? Oh, you mean Butber and his team!"

Those three guys... they all seem different from the previous ones. Whether it's me or the later members, everyone's more used to acting alone, and our relationships are barely acquaintances.

However, it's rare to find a few honest and decent people; it's alright, I guess.

Only a few months after the New Year's shrine attack, Chianti had not forgotten the kindness of Butebel who came to his aid during the sniper attack.

Without either of them noticing, Butber was able to precisely block her within a 10-centimeter range, as if he could see the sniper's position.

Even assuming Butbel had prior knowledge, they would still be horrified. His subsequent joint operation with Gin to eliminate him further proved this.

It's probably another talent that the organization poached from some training camp.

Q: "If new codename members are added in the future, what type of talent would you like to see?"

"Huh? What a stupid question."

Chianti on the screen raised her hand impatiently, making an international friendship gesture: "Hey, Intelligence Department, stop testing me."

Choosing codenamed members is the boss's prerogative; we will not, and should not, interfere. This is an inviolable bottom line.

"Okay, thank you for your answer. A few more questions and we'll be done."

Q: "What are your views on human life, average lifespan, and life expectancy?"

Chianti: "...?"

"To live, you need to keep track of things, and to live longer?"

Q: "Okay. If you could choose to use medication to prolong your life and youth, and the side effects were manageable, would you choose it?"

“Of course I’ll choose it, what else?” Chianti scooped up a spoonful of tiramisu, her expression showing no hesitation.

Q: "What if you were the only one who chose to take the medication, while your partner, companion, and acquaintances all died because they refused to grow old?"

She paused for three seconds upon hearing this.

"So what?"

Chianti nonchalantly licked the cream off the spoon, her eyes sharp as knives, yet unexpectedly cunning:

"Those who survive in the organization are all lone wolves. Who would expect someone to accompany them to the end? If Cohen dares to die for such a stupid reason, I'll put his ashes in a bullet and shoot him out!"

"Yes! The idea of ​​ash bullets is great. I'll write an application letter to the boss!"

Having noted down the conversation, and tormented by the murderous aura, Kazato finally asked the last question: "Have you heard any rumors recently about special relationships with other members?"

Finally, it was time to get to the point. Chianti sat up abruptly and revealed a secret even Cohen hadn't told her: "I have a lot to say about this. Actually..."

"Kiel and Vodka seem to be having a secret relationship."