Of course, Bei Feng was not here to replace Wood so that he could retire and return home.
She was indeed here to replace him. That much was true. However, the way to replace him was not to let him retire, but to let him die.
Obviously, this could not be said. Only a fool would say such things. Bei Feng had already prepared a set of excuses, and he used them now.
"I'm a little sorry, but I'm here to work with you," Bei Feng said. "In recent years, your work efficiency has dropped significantly. 'Family' thinks that you may not be able to do things alone, so I specially received art training to be your assistant. "
Wood was a little disappointed, but the doubts in his heart were also gone.
Indeed, as she said, in recent years, the efficiency of his intelligence gathering had indeed dropped a lot. On the one hand, it was because woodcarving took up a lot of time and energy, and on the other hand, it was inconvenient for him to be alone.
In order to avoid suspicion, he was very cautious in his actions. This made it difficult for him to be exposed easily, but it also greatly limited his actions. In a day, he often only had one or two hours of leisure, and the scope of his actions had to be strict and reasonable. He could not do anything that was out of the ordinary.
As a spy, Wood's caution was necessary. In the past, when the main task was to hide, there was nothing wrong with his caution. But now, the situation on the Main Plane was turbulent. It was likely that a fierce "small conflict" between the Mifata Federation and the Republic of Northwest would break out soon. In this case, caution had to give way to efficiency.
Wood immediately understood this and also understood the reason why Bei Feng came to help him.
So he could not help but sigh and asked, "Before you left, did you see the report I wrote?"
Bei Feng was stunned for a moment and shook his head.
She really did not know.
"Sigh! I don't know if I didn't make it in time, or if my report was rejected … "Wood shook his head and said regretfully," In my report, I originally suggested that the federation should take a neutral position in the upcoming small war, and even support the Republic of Northwest. I wrote a lot of specific reasons, and they were very detailed … I won't explain them one by one now. "
"What a pity! From your task, the federation chose to support the forces that are hostile to the Republic of Northwest. To be honest, I don't think they will win at all! " Wood said in distress. "Those guys may be able to gain an advantage, but what can they do to the Republic of Northwest thousands of miles away? He couldn't do anything! This is just like when the Federation was founded back then. The traditional forces were actually very unfriendly to the Great Teacher, but high-end military forces couldn't do anything to him. The army couldn't cross the forests, swamps, deserts, and mountains to attack us, which allowed us to successfully build the country back then. "
"I think you're very familiar with history. Don't you think that the current situation of the Republic of Northwest is very similar to that of the Federation in the past?"
She did not expect that Wood would actually say such a thing. She thought about it carefully and could not help but furrow her brows.
Although Wood's stance seemed to be a little problematic, his thinking was not bad.
For the Federation, even if they won this war, they wouldn't be able to obtain many practical benefits, so why would they fight such a war?
Bei Feng was also a senior spy. Although her qualifications were far less than Wood's, her accomplishments and knowledge were not at all discounted. She was scheduled to take over the Pyroxene City Intelligence Station after Wood, so her abilities were naturally extraordinary. With her own knowledge, she could clearly speculate and estimate what Wood had said, and the conclusion she came to was similar to Wood's.
She was silent for a while, sighed secretly, and said nothing.
It could be seen that Wood knew the Republic of Northwest very well. He also had a good understanding of the relationship between the Federation and the Republic, as well as national diplomacy and military affairs. If he could return to the Federation, perhaps he could become a good diplomat.
However, she could also see that Wood's attitude was indeed a little ambiguous and wavering.
If she were to put herself in Wood's position and let her evaluate this matter, she would not have so much praise for the Republic of Northwest.
Some of the details in Wood's words had indeed shown this problem.
The judgment of the senior officials of the Federal Intelligence Department was accurate. This former senior spy did have the possibility of betrayal!
In this case, her task was clear.
Execute Wood and take over his job!
Naturally, there was no expression on her face at all. Instead, she looked thoughtful, as if she was carefully considering what Wood had said.
After a while, she sighed softly and said, "Your words are indeed very reasonable. Unfortunately, from the looks of my task, it has most likely been rejected."
"Yes!" Wood sighed deeply. "When I heard you say that you are here to be my assistant and not to take over my job, I knew it. If it is not to strengthen the intelligence work, why do you need an assistant? And if it is not to be hostile, why do you need to strengthen the intelligence work? "
Bei Feng nodded, agreeing with his statement.
"So, what do you plan to do?" Wood asked. "Two people is, of course, much more convenient than one. But have you drawn up a plan of action? I can help you to perfect it. "
He continued, "I am not questioning your professional ability, it is just that … after all, I have lived here for more than ten years and am more familiar with the actual situation here than you. I know you must have read a lot of information, but after all, written information cannot replace your own personal experience. So, I hope to understand your plan of action first and see if there is anything that needs to be added. "
Bei Feng had no intention of hiding and told him his plan.
"Become an artist, observe everywhere with the excuse of collecting art, and then expand your social circle by helping young artists …" Wood pondered for a while and shook his head. "This is of course a good idea, but in the eyes of those vigilant professional intelligence personnel, it is a little too obvious."
"Then, what do you think I should do?" Bei Feng was not angry because his plan was rejected. Wood was her senior. Before she was born, he was already a high-level spy of the Federation. It was natural that his foresight was better than hers.
Wood thought carefully for a while and said, "I suggest you start a painting class and teach the children how to draw."
Bei Feng was stunned for a moment, but immediately understood what he meant.
Using a group of children as a cover, the act of "collecting art" would be concealed under the guise of a group activity. Also, through these children, he could quickly build up his social circle. Of course, in this way, his social circle might lean towards the middle class, but as a spy whose main job was to infiltrate, it would be harder for his identity to be exposed if he concentrated his activities in the middle class.
After all … there were many experts in the upper class, and all kinds of strange abilities could appear. In contrast, the middle class was much safer.
As for intelligence, as long as one worked hard and carefully screened and compared, even a small restaurant in a poor neighborhood could be gathered a lot of information, not to mention the middle class.
As an excellent spy, Bei Feng had absolute confidence that he would be able to get enough valuable information through communicating with the parents of the students!
Thinking of this, she could not help but laugh. She also felt 30% more respect for Wood, and 70% more pity.
How could such an excellent senior spy be suspected of betrayal?!
What a pity! What a pity!
But even if it was a pity, what should be done still had to be done.
Although she was praising and thanking him, in her heart, she had already sentenced Wood to death.
Sui Xiong was floating in the air, watching the conversation between the two high-level spies, and could not help but laugh.
The development of things was getting more and more interesting …
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