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Chapter 273 Psychological Testing: Cohen & Chianti (1)

"(German) The inspection is complete. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Cohen."

Inside the consultation room, Cohen took the remaining corn candy from his plate, adjusted the settings on his goggles, and silently pushed open the door to leave.

"It's finally over! I was so eager to get over it I was about to yawn!"

Zhang Yang's impatient greeting came from the doorway. Chianti tossed over his and Cohen's two sniper rifles, looking annoyed: "Hey, Cohen, are we going to have to fill out another bunch of bullet-thick forms again?"

Cohen took the gun and shook his head: "No, it was just a simple conversation."

“That’s strange…” Chianti ruffled her neatly combed mushroom hair again, looking annoyed. “Honestly, nothing’s been wrong with the operations department lately! I wonder why the boss suddenly asked us to come for a psychological test?”

"They're already codenamed members, is a psychological test even necessary? It would be a miracle if the result was normal! If we reduce our mission assignments because of this, Calvados will laugh us to death!"

After listening quietly to his partner's ramblings, Cohen pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, "Perhaps it's not just the two of us."

"Oh? You ran into other people?"

"No, but the testers did ask if we had heard any rumors about other people recently."

"Asking such a broad question sounds like a doctor from the intelligence department." However, after confirming that it wasn't a question of accountability, Chianti breathed a sigh of relief.

Cohen appears dull and taciturn most of the time, often giving outsiders the impression of being slow-witted. But as his longtime partner, Chianti knows that he is actually a meticulous and exceptionally reliable person at crucial moments. Information he speaks of is almost always true; otherwise, he's just a taciturn person.

Perhaps it's the meticulousness unique to Germans? she thought.

“Moreover, it’s rare to find someone at the Tokyo headquarters who speaks German,” Cohen added.

"German?" Chianti raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Could it be that the Boss has finally taken your weak Japanese seriously!"

God knows how much of a headache they were when they received the order to be stationed permanently in Japan.

In this small island nation, internationally used English simply doesn't work! After forcing herself to cram Japanese intensively during the age when she least liked reading, she's almost forgotten how to speak English!

Cohen adjusted his glasses and retorted, "I will say it. I'm just being careful with my words."

"what?"

Chianti crossed her arms and looked to the upper left as she recalled, "I remember a few days ago Rum wanted to borrow you for a field mission, but Gin refused because of the language barrier, didn't he?"

"..." Cohen remained silent, simply sitting back in the waiting chair and shrugging.

"Stop keeping me in suspense, Cohen, just tell me!"

The loud, assertive question echoed in the corridor. Chianti kicked the corner of the wall, waiting for a reply.

Anyway, they're not intelligence agents who do things secretly. If they can say it, they say it; if they can't, they don't. Why hide it?

Cohen was already used to this kind of conversation, and, following her lead, squeezed out some more words: "...because the job is to monitor Ireland, which is boring and troublesome."

"What does being bored have to do with not being able to speak Japanese?"

Chianti frowned in dissatisfaction, and was about to ask the other party to ask more clearly when she saw Cohen lower his head, take out his phone, and start typing fluently using the Japanese syllabary input method, looking nothing like a novice.

Why did Gin use this reason to refuse him to his face before...?

A daring idea suddenly popped into Chianti's head. She realized what it meant and burst into laughter: "Hahaha! You're kidding, right? Using this method to escape a mission? You're something else!"

She's a genius at escaping conscription by pretending to be unfamiliar with Japanese! How could she not have thought of that!

In any case, as long as the members of the action team understand orders, obey commands, and can kill, they won't be easily eliminated even if they can't learn anything else.

Hahaha! Since we couldn't borrow anyone, the intelligence team will probably have to do the work of five people!

"Hahaha, I laughed so hard I felt like I was going to throw up!"

Laughing wildly, Chianti wiped away the tears from the butterfly tattoo on her eyelid, triumphantly raised her eyebrows, and shook her hand at her partner with a clenched fist.

“Well done! The thing I hate most in my life is a traitor who betrays his comrades! In my opinion, there’s no need to keep him in Ireland. Obediently submitting and accepting punishment is life; having other ideas is death!”

Cohen peeled a corn candy, popped it into his mouth, and nodded in agreement: "That's right. The most important thing between comrades is the trust that means they'll live and die together. Whether it's an undercover agent or a traitor, neither can be forgiven."

"Right! I hope that one day, when Ireland is executed, I'll be the one to pull the trigger..."

Chianti casually reached into Cohen's pocket, but her expression changed drastically the moment she touched it. She swiftly twisted her body, picked up her sniper rifle, and aimed at the eight o'clock position: "Who, who's over there!"

When a sniper is on a mission, besides constantly locking onto the target, their primary focus is countering any threats around them. The sound was very faint, but she definitely heard it—a crisp metallic clang!

Cohen, standing beside him, had already silently set up his gun and aimed it at the same spot.

"I'll give you three seconds. If you don't answer, I'll throw a grenade. 3—"

"Excuse me, gentlemen, I'm here to retrieve the test records."

Around the corner, a plain-looking man in an internal staff uniform raised his hands:

"I didn't expect you guys were still here. It was my fault..." *Bang!*

Two gunshots rang out in unison, exploding into two plumes of blood mist on the man's forehead and heart. Through the blood-soaked, radially patterned bullet holes, the hunting postures of the two men were clearly revealed.

With a thud, the man's torso finally came to its senses and collapsed heavily.

"Haha! Cool!"

Chianti slung the sniper rifle over his shoulder and rushed to his prey, clenching his fist above his head and shouting, "Cohen, look! My perfect, lethal shot has taken down this rat!"

“Hmm.” Cohen slowly moved closer, pointing to his chest. “But I’m faster.”

"Huh? I was obviously faster!" Chianti said arrogantly, hands on her hips, almost shoving her face in front of Cohen. "Yours was just a finishing shot at best."

Cohen remained calm and unperturbed, pointing to several cameras around him: "Whoever goes first can ask Gin for the recording, and then they'll know."

"Alright, but let's make a bet. The loser has to give up ten kills in the next mission!"

"Okay, let's bet."

The conversation outside was picked up through partial surveillance. Inside the analysis room, separated from the consultation room by a glass partition, Kyosuke Kazato clutched the sturdy, cold collar around his neck, his Adam's apple bobbing. The blue light from the screen reflected on his profile, highlighting the anxious cold sweat on his forehead.

This is what the codenamed adults are like... A sharp, excited laugh swept across his scalp as he glanced at the humanoid figure on the floor, riddled with bullet holes from two heavy sniper rifles. A chill ran down his spine.

Recalling the "work skills" that "Lord Cohen" had casually mentioned, Kyosuke Kazato couldn't help but hug himself tightly.

This is terrifying! The codenamed members are simply different creatures compared to normal humans!

It's unimaginable that he'll be transported to various locations, wearing a sensor collar that could explode at any moment, to be tested by all the codenamed members.

With trepidation, he gripped the pen tightly. Faced with the choice between ruining his own interest and drawing attention away from others, Kyosuke Kazato resolutely chose the latter.

He turned to the ordinary researcher, who was looking at him with curiosity and had been assigned to him by his superiors, and threatened with a smile: "Doi-kun, the task of personally notifying the next codenamed master is now yours!"

Ordinary researcher Nai Doi put down her research on the collar and readily agreed, "Okay."