Qingchen thought for a while and said, "What do I need to do after entering the spy department?"
Mr. Shadow responded: "Don't worry, I will send you a mission. Remember to go to the Federal Central Intelligence Agency to work hard before this."
After saying that, Qingshi Shadow hung up the phone.
Qing Chen looked at Yan Chunmi: "Roll around and take off your sunglasses."
Yan Chunmi said helplessly: "Boss, it's Mr. Shadow who asked me to lie to you, it has nothing to do with me. But it's okay if you want to beat me up and vent your anger, but remember not to slap in the face. I'll have an appointment with a crew to audition tomorrow."
The other party puts himself in a weak position as soon as he comes up and plays the role of a weak woman.
Qingchen looked at the other person's appearance, very beautiful and exquisite. No wonder he could be an actor: "Stop acting."
Yan Chunmi said: "Boss, I am your subordinate at least. Can you give your subordinates some trust? Let's put the gun down first?"
Qingchen asked, "What level are you?"
Yan Chunmi replied: "Level D, your team members should be at this level, only the level of the secret spy itself is higher."
Qing Chenxin said that he had just reached D level, and he asked again: "How do you keep in touch with the Freemasons?"
Yan Chunmi explained: "Encrypted satellite phone."
Qingchen nodded and continued to ask: "In the second group, there are a few people in City No. 10 besides you."
Yan Chunmi replied: "Boss, I don't know this. The members of the secret spies are not allowed to contact each other, nor should they find out the other's disguised identities. They may be chefs, taxi drivers, and members of parliament... But they should all be in City 10. After all, the second group itself is the serial number of the secret spies stationed in City 10."
Qingchen asked: "Who was the previous team leader?"
Yan Chunmi: "Qingzhuo, a very capable intelligence officer, but he should have been dead."
"Die is death, life is life, why should it be dead? Is it impossible to be sure?" Qing Chen was confused.
Yan Chunmi said: "When investigating the kidnapping of researchers from the Qing Family Seventh Institute in the first half of this year, he suddenly disappeared strangely. Generally, such disappearance can be classified as death. Three team members were missing with him."
Qingchen's heart was shocked. It turned out that being a secret spy was so dangerous: "Is the death rate of a secret spy high?"
"Of course it's high," Yan Chunmi said with a smile: "Boss, what we do is the most dangerous thing in the whole federation. People on the battlefield can still see the light of the main battle electromagnetic gun, and sometimes we can't even see the person who fires the gun, and people are gone."
Qingchen stood up: "Where will I go to report later?"
Yan Chunmi said: "Ningbi North Street Caramel Bar."
Qingchen asked, "Is there a beer holographic neon caramel bar at the door?"
Yan Chunmi was stunned for a moment: "The boss knows where? Is the site of the Spy Department of the Fifth District exposed?"
"I've been there occasionally," Qingchen nodded: "See you at the Caramel Bar later."
With a tingling sound, the elevator opened.
Qingchen walked out of the elevator and left Yan Chunmi alone in the elevator.
Yan Chunmi called Shadow again: "Sir, the bosses of the second group you chose this time are too cautious. Even the reports have to be taken separately and meet at the Caramel Bar."
Shadow said with a smile: "Isn't this good? Maybe his good habit can bring your group 2 to retire."
Yan Chunmi thought for a while: "It's indeed a good thing."
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Qingchen came to the hut he rented.
The room is 89 square meters, which is already a "luxury house" in the fifth district for the crowded Cyberpunk city. After all, most of the family of three still live in a "dove cage" of 15 square meters.
Qingchen did not check out his new home as soon as possible, but opened the door again and walked outside.
He walked through the long corridor and headed straight for the elevator, but before he could press the elevator, he saw that the elevator opened directly.
A woman wearing a red turtleneck sweater and a pair of snow boots wrapped herself tightly with a scarf, sunglasses and a woolen hat.
This scene is so familiar.
Qingchen frowned, he took out his pistol and pointed it at the other party's forehead and asked, "Come again?"
The woman was stunned for a while and cried out suddenly: "Did you recognize the wrong person?"
As he said that, the woman took off her sunglasses and scarf and showed her face. Qingchen was stunned. He had seen the other person's appearance on the holographic neon and light rail trains more than once.
This is a real federal first-tier star.
Qingchen suddenly realized that this was the first pit Mr. Shadow dug for himself!
He could even imagine that the shadow was hiding in a shadow at this time, looking at the surveillance monitor, and then said with a smile: Interesting.
He sighed in his heart, no wonder Li Changqing, Li Xiurui and others said that this shadow likes to play, and he is really right.
So cheap!
Qingchen was still holding a cold black pistol in the corridor.
The white light in the elevator shines through the open door, illuminating an extremely awkward atmosphere.
The woman in front of her looked like she was in her early twenties, with fair skin, and when she cried, her eyes were red as if she had a circle of pink eyeshadows.
The woman has no calluses on her hands and no traces of combat training.
A long-term training killer will sag unnaturally when walking and will not swing like a normal person.
That is to draw the gun faster and deal with the crisis faster.
Even if someone forcibly overcomes this habit, it will look a little awkward.
At this moment, Qingchen's cell phone rang. He picked it up and took a look. It was a message sent by Shadow: "Interesting."
Sure enough, the other party was no longer satisfied and said it was interesting, and he still had to send the word interesting to himself.