"Hill, 16 years old. Born in the slums of Madagascar, Chinese-Portuguese, proficient in five languages, proficient in camouflage and drone modification. At the age of 12, she was rescued from a stowaway ship by a Celestial Trade patrol ship and sent to Ghost Island for military training. She belongs to the third batch. "
Everything had to start from a child, and training agents was naturally the same.
In addition to the first and second batches of agents, Ghost Agents were orphans from underdeveloped and war-torn areas.
The older ones were 15 years old, and the younger ones were even less than 10 years old. On Ghost Island, they would receive basic education up to high school under closed military management, and at the same time, they would learn language subjects and the necessary "professional knowledge" of agents. They would serve as Ghost Agents before the age of 40, and after the age of 40, they could choose to retire or go to a civilian post.
Without Celestial Trade, their fate would be to struggle below the poverty line or die in the chaos of war. It could be said that the person who gave them a second life was their savior, and the agent training base on Ghost Island was constantly instilling this in them.
When they left Ghost Island, their thoughts were branded deep into their bones, and they would naturally offer unreserved loyalty to Jiang Chen. This was also the reason why Jiang Chen never worried about their loyalty other than the chip.
At this moment, in the office of the mansion on Coro Island.
Jiang Chen looked at the resume in his hand while listening to Ayesha's report.
The secret war between Xin's intelligence personnel and the CIB in Nippon had escalated to a full-scale war. Although there were casualties on both sides, in general, Xin had the upper hand. Although the intelligence personnel at the grassroots level were inferior to the CIB, the powerful assassination ability of Ghost Agents reversed the advantage.
"The resume is not bad, but mixed Chinese-Portuguese … 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 incredible ability."
"If it wasn't an incredible ability, it wouldn't be written on the resume." Ayesha looked at the surprised expression on Jiang Chen's face and smiled.
"In this case, she will be the intelligence chief of Ghost Agents in Nippon," Jiang Chen hastily signed his name on the document. Jiang Chen hastily signed his name on the document. "In fact, I prefer Zhu Yulai to sit in this position. Her performance in the Resident Evil incident was quite good."
"There is no problem with her ability, but her management skills are still lacking. Counter-espionage work is more suitable for her."
"You are her instructor. You know her best. You should decide this." Jiang Chen curled up his lips and said, "Also, I have another task for you."
Ayesha blinked her sapphire eyes and nodded in agreement.
"Have you heard of the name Suzuki Chika?"
Ayesha tilted her head and thought for a moment before she remembered the name.
"The maid who took care of you in Ri Nation?"
"That's right." Jiang Chen nodded. "If it's convenient, let Gill keep an eye out for me."
Although both sides were still rational and did not attack people outside the intelligence system, it was hard to guarantee that this gentlemanly demeanor would continue. Just in case, it was better to have an insurance policy. He quite liked that obedient little maid.
Ayesha nodded to show that she understood.
"What about the policewoman?"
Jiang Chen paused for a moment, and his expression was a bit strange.
Ayesha tilted her head and looked at Jiang Chen in confusion, waiting for him to make a decision.
"… Leave her for now. It should be okay to ignore her."
"Yes."
Ayesha nodded, picked up the document that Jiang Chen had just signed, and left.
After the door of the study was closed, Jiang Chen leaned back in the chair, looked up at the ceiling, and closed his eyes.
In just two weeks, 29 intelligence agents had died in a foreign country. In contrast to the battle losses, a total of 37 CIB agents were executed, most of which were the work of Ghost Agents.
If he wanted to completely integrate Ri Nation into his sphere of influence, he couldn't avoid the CIB. The UA was not willing to renegotiate the security treaty with Ri Nation and was bound to play tricks behind the scenes through the CIB. Jiang Chen's only choice now was to tear a few holes in the intelligence network that UA has been operating since the Cold War era, then fill in the gaps with Xin's intelligence personnel, and finally kick the CIB's people out of the picture.
Perhaps only Ayesha and a few senior officials of the intelligence department knew how difficult it would be.
Although from the battle report on the table, Xin clearly had the upper hand with 29 people against 37. But a large part of the reason was that the CIB was in the open, and Xin's agents, as an outsider, were in the dark. If this agent war continued, as Xin agents penetrated deep into the battlefield, it was difficult to say whether the final exchange ratio could maintain such a beautiful number.
But then again, the blood had already been spilled to this extent, and it was almost time to determine the winner.
If nothing went wrong, the United States would probably contact him and negotiate a "peace treaty" that both sides would be satisfied with.
Jiang Chen was looking forward to how far Hill could persist this time.
His bottom line was one hundred people.
If the battle losses exceeded one hundred …
Maybe he would take the initiative to stop and make other plans.
Of course, maybe he would be hot-headed and send another one hundred people.
Anyway, the entire intelligence department of Xin listened to his orders. It was entirely up to him to decide whether to fight or not. There was no need for cabinet discussion or ridiculous voting.
Just as Jiang Chen closed his eyes to rest, a phone call appeared on his watch.
"From the UA? You can't hold on anymore? "
Jiang Chen raised an eyelid and lazily opened the holographic screen. However, when he looked at the IP displayed on the screen, he found that he guessed wrong. The call was not from the UA, but from Nippon.
Jiang Chen put down his leg on the chair, adjusted his collar, cleared his throat, and pressed the answer button.
"Hello?"
…
Mr. Prime Minister, who was holding the phone, had mixed feelings.
To be honest, he really didn't want to make this call.
The two giants of Xin and the UA were in the middle of a scuffle, and it was meaningless for him to get involved. What's more, from his perspective, if the intelligence agencies of Xin and the UA continued to fight, it would only benefit Nippon.
Only when the two tigers suffered losses would Nippon have the opportunity to consolidate its intelligence forces, get rid of the control of the UA, and avoid being controlled by Celestial Trade. Slowly, it would eventually become a "normal country."
As for the security issue, it was not a problem at all. Anyway, the dead were all agents.
However, now, he had to make this call.
Celestial Trade 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 not look so stiff.
"… Ahem, Mr. Jiang Chen, I'll get straight to the point. What are you going to do to stop?"
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