All the way there, K could be said to be deeply worried. Though his face remained as calm and expressionless as ever, he had basically stopped talking, immersing himself in his own thoughts.
J, on the other hand, seemed much more relaxed. He knew he always had a partner to cover for him. As long as K was around, the case would eventually come to light.
"There's still some time before dark, but we might have to work overtime tonight." J twisted around in the passenger seat to speak to the two in the back. "You don't mind, right? Cops always have to work overtime."
"Of course not. We came here to learn, after all. Wouldn't it be a wasted trip if we didn't get to experience overtime?" Su Ming smiled, grabbed a handful of popcorn, and stuffed it into his mouth, looking every bit like an ordinary spectator. "But while we're at it, do you get overtime pay? And how are your usual benefits calculated?"
"There's no overtime pay, but we get allowances for uniforms, transportation, meals, and so on." J had no idea why Deathstroke was asking, but he still started counting on his fingers. "Every New Year or holiday, we also hold events and hand out benefits. But honestly, we hardly ever get a chance to spend money."
"Then do you have dental insurance?" That was the standard by which to judge whether an organization had a conscience.
"Yes. Actually, the people in the infirmary can perform dental procedures too. It's just that I don't really like all sorts of tentacles poking around in my mouth. To be honest, I usually don't have much time to see a dentist anyway." J nodded without hesitation and rambled on about a whole lot of nonsense.
"That's really not bad."