Alpha's money-making mission

Zone nine, country B, port city Z.

The air exudes intense moisture, and a giant ship's hull moves away from the waves, undulating in each rushing sound; dawn rises, the horizon becomes gray, and a few red colors appear on the vast, vast sea stretched out a brilliant color.

"Tu-tu-"

The canoe was about to dock, and two heavy whistles continuously hummed, echoing in all directions; Kevin Harley put one hand on the railing, stood at the top of the deck, squinting his eyes to where in the distance, the corner of his mouth drew a faint smile, "The sunrise is so beautiful."

Behind, a few people were standing or sitting, all from the DR group - the largest gangster organization in the first area. At this moment, no one answers; the atmosphere is like being suppressed by an invisible object. Almost frozen, the laughter on the two lower floors was faintly transmitted, again like the sound of another world. Sometimes there would be a few passengers running up to admire the scenery, but they soon discovered the atmosphere in the sky, the solemn atmosphere here, they just had to shrink their necks and leave angrily.

Ever since the judges declared the content of this contest, they were still in that state; maybe about five or six minutes later, someone finally recovered from their contemplation, looking at the red horizon, casually rewarded Kevin Harley with a "Yes." After a brief silence, another person couldn't help but open his mouth, "It's about time, and you're still in the mood."

Kevin Harley leaned forward, and his well-defined face was beautiful; his long fingers tapped the railing, his expression calm. It would have been a tourist if it wasn't for the uncomfortable atmosphere. As a regular guest, he looked at the others. "Maybe it's because I don't have high expectations for the test like everyone else."

Everyone looked at him, expressing, "have you tricked the devil?"

"Believe it or not, up to you." Kevin Harley laughed comfortably. "Think about it for a moment, we'll start the exam anyway, so it's useless to rush now."

Everybody, shut up.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, the red sun shining down from the winding clouds, extremely magnificent, but compared to the beautiful scenery, Kevin Harley knew the mood of these people was closer to the gloomy clouds.

DR's power is very significant, employing talented people; as long as you have the ability, you can one step up to the clouds, only there is no formal examination. It is usually still a direct promotion from reality, but recently, the corporation suddenly launched a selection contest. The text was written, "The content of the contest is unknown, the position is unknown, the registration conditions are not limited," followed by a sentence, "Hi, Hope everyone appreciates this opportunity," and nothing more.

People do not understand why they eagerly listen to the news and put in a lot of effort to get a vague signal: This activity is initiated by the boss. Everyone took a deep breath, "So mysterious, could it be that you want to recruit a high level?"

As soon as this word was said, the entire group was boiling. After all, the DR is also a mafia, so just like other gangster organizations, it will be more challenging to change personnel at high levels, and it will not be arbitrary to let people in, but now there is hope. Who wouldn't be moved if faced with such a position of authority?

In just three days, the number of registrations had reached a considerable number, and the superiors were forced to increase the number of candidates; through the documents of the intelligence department, they swept away a bunch of people, and the rest of them went out bravely, accepting the unknown challenge.

The corporation did not want to waste time. The test arrangement was highly concise, only three short rounds were required in two weeks, and the difficulties piled up, each game eliminating about ninety percent of the population. The staff carefully recorded the whole process and immediately broadcast it, shocking everyone. "Looking at this level, is it not the high class but the middle floor?"

"That's right, think about it, I heard that the guys on the center floor were all trained by the boss himself. This time, he's also the organization's boss, and it's unusually difficult. This is very high."

Deep in everyone's heart, it feels like they have guessed the truth, so they value this exam even more.

After three rounds of competition, only twelve people were left; they could get on a canoe and cross halfway around the world, from zone one to zone nine, preparing to receive the fourth and final round of testing...

The pier was as hidden as ever, and the judge finally declared the contents "No weapons, no identity, within a week, with a thousand dong of living expenses to earn eight million eight hundred and eighty thousand dong."

Kevin Harley honestly complimented, "A lucky number."

The judge nodded. "I feel the same way, good luck."

"Thank."

"Ah, no need to be polite."

"Wait a minute, now's not the time to talk." The others hurriedly stopped talking, looked at the judge, and listened to him explain the rules.

"You will not provide weapons. If necessary, you will have to find a way to prepare. Having no identity means that all your current status in your organization will be erased. Moreover, you will not provide other documents."

People are silent; the main idea is to turn them into people without civil status; hotels can't stay, so where should they go? Sleeping under the bridge?

The judge looked around and kindly added, "Of course, if you're lucky before you get involved with the organization, it doesn't count as breaking the rules. For example, you have friends who join the organization, have not contacted that friend for many years, now meet again by chance. Moreover, the prerequisite is that he does not know your identity but is still willing to let you stay or borrow money. That is entirely possible, but if it is not possible to talk about the person or related status with the other friend, do not expect luck. I assure you, on this whole journey everyone is closely supervised."

Everyone became more and more silent, that small calculation in their hearts was broken in an instant, and they did not dare to doubt the strength of the underground intelligence organization.

"There are three things to pay attention to." The judge said, "First, eight million eight hundred and eighty thousand dong in cash. Secondly, they must be given voluntarily. Thirdly, do not go to the casino to earn money."

The situation fell into silence for a moment; those who were about to rob a bank were desperate, and those who wanted to go to the casino were also desperate; now they had no civil status, no arms, one no power, two there's no intelligence, so how do you make money? Let alone cash, eight million eight hundred and eighty thousand cash! Even if you earn it, it will be stolen by local gangs.

After a long while, someone said with difficulty, "...How can this be accomplished?"

The judge replied, "You can give up."

Everyone kept their mouths shut; they weren't idiots; of course, they could realize that this choice was not easy, so they all resigned themselves to their fate and began to ponder; the atmosphere was getting heavier and heavier.

Kevin Harley felt that these people thought they couldn't calm down before a complex matter. He finished enjoying the sunrise, saw the canoe slowly coming to a stop, and immediately hummed a song, ready to go ashore.

Everyone looked at him, "Do you have a way?"

"Not available." Kevin Harley politely shrugged, "I told you I didn't have high expectations, because you didn't believe them."

Everyone sold their faith and doubts, quickly went ashore, then heard the judge ask, is there anything they don't understand? They thought for a moment, then asked if they could form a group; the judge kindly nodded, "Okay, but make sure each person in the group has eight million eight hundred and eighty thousand."

Everyone was quiet.

"Any other questions?"

"Have." Kevin Harley said thoughtfully, "Is it possible to provide a breakfast starter? I'm a bit hungry."

The talented characters looked over simultaneously, and their eyes lit up; now they only had a thousand dong; of course, they could save as much as possible.

The examiner said, "...No way."

Kevin Harley was a little disappointed. "Okay."

"No more questions? So good luck to you guys." The judge finished his sentence, sat on the long-awaited Limousine, and swaggered away.

The ordinary talented people shouted to the wind to watch him go away, and three seconds later, someone said, "I'm starting to hate the rich."

The others nodded simultaneously; temporarily, no one had taken action, except for a thousand dong; they had no work. Now what to do?

They could not help but intentionally or unintentionally look at Jack Anderson; out of twelve people, there were eight Alphas, and Jack Anderson was the best. He is young, strong, and has excellent judgment and leadership ability. His inherent advantage is evident in the group; he is promoted quickly. In this competition, he is always at the top. In the same group as him is undoubtedly beneficial.

Jack Anderson pretends not to see the eyes around him; he looks at Kevin Harley; they are all managers in the corporation, and the promotion is almost predictable, but there is a particular case, that is Kevin Harley.

Kevin Harley joined the organization less than a year ago, and is a trainer of a mercenary company under the corporation, regularly fishing for three days and two days drying nets, relatively leisurely indeed, if not for the test. Jack Anderson didn't know there was such a person in the organization.