I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1138: How did you stop?

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"Hill, 16 years old. Born in the Madagascar slums, Chinese-Portuguese, proficient in five languages, good at camouflage and drone modification. At the age of 12, he was stolen from the ferry by the Star Ring Trade Sea Patrol After being rescued, he was sent to Ghost Island for military training, which belongs to the third batch. "

Everything has to be grabbed from the doll, and it is natural to train agents.

Except for the first and second batch of agents, all ghost agents in the future are orphans from underdeveloped areas and war areas.

The older ones are 15 years old and the smaller ones are even under 10 years old. On Ghost Island, they will receive basic education up to high school under closed militarized management, while studying language subjects and the "professional knowledge" necessary for agents. Serve as a ghost agent before the age of forty, and choose to retire or go to a civilian post to play the residual heat after the age of forty.

If there is no Xinghuan Trading, their fate is mostly struggling below the food and clothing line, or dying from the chaos. It can be said that the person who gave them the second life is their savior, and the agent training base on the ghost island is also instilling this in them.

When they left Ghost Island, their thoughts were already branded in the bone marrow, and naturally offered Jiang Chen unreserved loyalty. This is also the reason why Jiang Chen never worried about their loyalty except for chips.

At this moment, Coro Island, in the study of the villa.

Jiang Chen listened to Aisha's report while looking at his resume.

The secret war between the New Zealand intelligence personnel and the US CIA in Japan has been upgraded to a level of fierce fighting. Although there are casualties with each other, the new country has generally prevailed. Although the grassroots intelligence personnel were inferior to the CIA, the powerful assassination ability of the ghost agent was brought back.

"CV is not bad, but Sino-Portuguese hybrid ... is it okay?"

"Camouflage is one of her best skills. With simple makeup tools, she can switch between Asian and European faces."

"This ... is really an amazing ability."

"If it wasn't an incredible ability, it wouldn't be written on the resume." Looking at Jiang Chen's surprised expression on his face, Aisha pursed her smile.

"In that case, she will be the intelligence chief of the ghost agent in Japan." Jiang Chen hastily signed the name on the document. "In fact, I prefer Zhu Yu to sit in this position, Tokyo Biochemical. She performed quite well during the crisis. "

"Her ability is no problem, but she still lacks management skills, and it is more suitable for her to engage in anti-spyware work in the country." Aisha said softly.

"You are her instructor, and you know her best. It is up to you to decide this kind of thing." Jiang Chen bent his mouth and said, "Yes, there is another task for you."

Aisha blinked her sapphire eyes, nodded in agreement.

"Have you heard of the name Suzuki Chika?"

He tilted his head, and after thinking about it for a moment, Aisha remembered the name.

"Maid taking care of your daily life in Japan?"

"Yes." Jiang Chen nodded. "If it is convenient, let Hill pay attention to me."

Although both sides are still sensible and have not shot against anyone outside the intelligence system, it is hard to guarantee that this gentlemanly manner will continue. Just in case, it is better to get the insurance. The obedient little maid still likes it.

Aisha nodded, understanding, and then asked again.

"What about that policewoman?"

Jiang Chen froze for a moment, his expression a little weird.

Aisha tilted her head and looked at Jiang Chen in confusion, waiting for him to make a decision.

"... Let ’s leave it first, it does n’t matter if she cares."

"Yes."

Aisha nodded, picked up the document just signed by Jiang Chen, and turned away.

After the study door was closed, Jiang Chen leaned back in his chair, raised his head to the ceiling, and closed his eyes.

In just two weeks, 29 intelligence personnel have been buried in a foreign country. In contrast to the war damage, a total of 37 CIA agents at all levels were executed, and most of them were due to ghost agents.

If you want to completely include Japan in the sphere of influence, you can't get around the thorn of CIA. The United States is unwilling to renegotiate the security treaty with Japan, and will inevitably make small moves behind it through the CIA. Jiang Chen's only option now is to tear out several holes in the intelligence network that the United States has been operating since the Cold War era, and then fill in the new country's intelligence personnel to re-weave the network, and finally kick the CIA's horse.

How difficult this is, I'm afraid only Aisha and several senior executives of the intelligence service will know.

Although judging from the battle report on his desk, 29 people changed to 37 people, and the new country clearly took the lead. But a large part of the reason is that the CIA is in the light, and the secret agent as a foreigner in the new country is dark. If this special agent war continues, as the new country agent goes into the battlefield, it is difficult to say that the final exchange ratio can remain so. Beautiful numbers.

But again, the blood has flowed to this one, and it is almost time to win.

Unsurprisingly, the United States should approach him to discuss a "peace treaty" that will satisfy both parties.

Jiang Chen is looking forward to how far Hillary can stay this time.

His bottom line is a hundred people.

If the battle loss exceeds one hundred ...

Maybe he will take the initiative to stop his hand and make other plans.

Of course, maybe he will get his brain hot and send a hundred more people.

Anyway, the intelligence agencies of the entire new country are under his command, and it is between him and his mind. There is no need for cabinet discussions or ridiculous voting.

Just when Jiang Chen closed his eyes and rested his mind, a call came to his watch.

"Called from the United States? Can't hold on so quickly?"

Lifting one eyelid, Jiang Chen lazily reached out and opened the holographic screen. However, when he looked at the IP displayed on the screen, he found that he guessed wrong. See that this call is not from the US, but Japan.

Let's put down the legs leaning on the chair, Jiang Chen sorted out his collar casually, cleared his throat, and pressed the connect button.

"Hello?"

......

The mood of the Prime Minister holding the phone is very complicated.

Honestly, he does n’t want to make this call.

The two great gods of the New Kingdom and the United States are fighting each other. He does n’t make any sense to go together. What's more, from his standpoint, the intelligence agencies of the new country and the United States continue to fight like this, which is only good for Japan and has no harm.

Only when the two tigers are defeated, will they have the opportunity to consolidate their intelligence forces. While getting rid of US control, they will avoid being controlled by the Star Ring Trade.

As for that point of security, it ’s not a problem at all. Anyway, it ’s the secret agents who die.

But now, he has to make this call.

Xinghuan Trading recently did something that made him completely unable to sit still ...

Looking at the man in front of him, the Prime Minister tried to make his smile look less rigid.

"... Cough, Mr. Jiang Chen, I won't be polite. How are you going to stop?" (To be continued.)