Old days, dice and investigator's manual

Isaac understood the meaning of "sunrise," his lips twitched, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid losing his composure.

The bald man—Chief Patrick—walked up the stairs, saw the two men squatting in the corridor, paused, and glanced back and forth between Carlo and Isaac before finally settling on Carlo.

"Mr. Schuster?"

"Good afternoon, Parker." Carlo stood up.

"It's Patrick..." Patrick frowned.

It seems it wasn't just him; the boss even omitted the title of "director"... Isaac was now at ease with being called "Asa."

—Wait, something's not right!

A strange feeling arose in Isaac's heart. He stared at Patrick for a few moments before realizing where the unease came from.

Although Patrick frowned slightly just now, that area was still bald.

That's right, Chief Patrick not only had no hair on his head, no beard, but also no eyebrows.

Director Patrick turned to Isaac, who, without looking at him any longer, quickly stood up and said, "Good afternoon, Director."

Patrick looked Isaac up and down, then turned to Carlo: "A newcomer?"

"This is our newest member in Section Nine, Isaac Lessing. I brought him here to familiarize himself with the place and, incidentally, to welcome you and pay homage to your 'glorious image'."

"Cough cough—" Isaac choked.

Patrick glanced at Isaac again, then understood: "Mr. Schuster."

"uh-huh."

"You brought another new person to see the 'sunrise' again, didn't you?"

"After all, I have a keen eye for spotting good things."

Isaac saw Patrick clench his fist and then relax it.

Finally, Patrick turned to Isaac again: "Since he was brought by Mr. Schuster, he must have some special skills. Do a good job; the FBI needs fresh blood."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Carlo again: "Don't squat in the corridor next time, it's not a good influence."

"No, other positions don't have such a good visual impact."

Isaac: "..."

He looked at Chief Patrick's clenched fist again and was a little worried that the chief might not be able to resist punching the boss in the head.

Fortunately, Patrick eventually loosened his clenched fists and silently went up to the third floor.

Isaac watched the gleaming bald head disappear around the corner of the stairs, then lowered his voice and said, "That guy..."

"William Patrick, the official director of the FBI."

"So... just kidding, are you really okay?"

"What could possibly happen? He can't deduct my bonus."

Isaac choked, then glanced at the stairwell again: "But Chief Patrick seems to..."

"I know that your head is very shiny and dazzling."

Isaac choked again, then followed up with, "So is there some special circumstance? Most people only lose hair, not even their eyebrows..."

"Because he is also a superhuman," Carlo said. "He can turn his skin into molten gold and release high temperatures. Ordinary attacks cannot hurt him, and he can set anything he touches on fire. The downside is that his clothes and body hair will burn off first—it is said that he stopped growing hair after he awakened his ability, so you know, the visual effect is a shiny, naked man who is glowing and radiating heat, and he's golden in a way."

Isaac imagined the scene for a moment, then decided it was best not to dwell on it any further.

However, he did not expect that the director of the FBI, who was "only in charge of appearances," was actually a superhuman.

While maintaining an organization like the FBI requires more than just the Grand Duke's support—it also demands considerable political acumen and administrative skill—according to Carlo's description, Patrick's combat capabilities seem quite formidable...

Carlo led Isaac downstairs, but instead of heading towards the lobby, they turned into another corridor: "Go to the logistics department and get some equipment for you."

Isaac followed: "Equipment?"

"Right now, apart from that revolver, you're basically fighting bare-handed. If you run into any real trouble, you'll have a hard time even protecting yourself. The FBI also provides basic equipment quotas for non-official personnel. Although it's not anything fancy, it's better than nothing."

Isaac followed behind him and saw Carlo come to a corner. He seemed to think about how to get there before taking a step and stopping in front of a door.

Pushing open the door, I saw several rows of iron shelves against the wall of the office, stacked with various supply boxes, and a man wearing glasses sitting behind the desk.

Hearing the door open, the man looked up and, seeing it was Carlo, his expression immediately became subtle: "Mr. Schuster... what brings you here?"

"I'm here to apply for equipment."

The man turned to Isaac: "Uh, a newbie?"

"For contract employees, once the registration process is complete, provide them with a basic set of equipment."

"Well, if we've only registered and haven't reviewed it yet, isn't that against the rules?" the man hesitated.

"Tsk, against the rules?" Carlo clicked his tongue. "Since you're so compliant with the rules, then I should tell your minister that the few missing packets of desserts last month weren't taken by me, right?"

The man immediately opened the booklet and looked at Isaac gently: "Name?"

What's wrong with this guy...? Isaac gave his name, and the man asked for his height and other information.

After filling out the form, the man looked at Carlo with difficulty: "Mr. Schuster, equipment applications require the minister's signature to be approved, and I really can't distribute them privately right now."

Carlo didn't press the matter: "Then let's register first, and we'll talk about it after your minister signs it."

"I'll submit the application as soon as possible." The man said with a sigh of relief, then added solicitously, "Mr. Schuster, is there anything else you need?"

"That's all, you can go about your business."

After stepping outside and walking a few steps, Isaac lowered his voice and said, "Boss, you took quite a bit of stuff from the FBI, but judging from your behavior just now, you don't seem to come to this office often?"

"I haven't been here much," Carlo said. "After all, it's too much trouble to go to the office to apply for something. I prefer to be more direct."

"Just take it?"

"Yeah, I figured since those things are just sitting there anyway, taking them away would at least give them some value."

"...The logistics department staff are quite cooperative with you."

"Of course, I'm a benefactor of the logistics department, they won't hold it against me."

"benefactor?"

"Because they owe me a favor." Carlo continued walking. "The FBI's inventory management isn't exactly strict, but it's not lax either. Every month during inventory, they always find some less important items missing. Some are normal losses, and others are just things that have no clear explanation of where they went. That's when someone has to take the blame."

"so……"

"That's right. If the logistics department loses any less important supplies, they just report that I took them. Everyone knows I often steal things anyway, so it saves them the trouble of writing lengthy reports explaining where the supplies went. I've taken the blame for so many of them. Shouldn't they thank me for being so selfless?"