The people in the Anti-Suppression Department are quite idle...
Victor moved over lightly, clenched his fist and knocked on the table twice.
The lady behind suddenly raised her head, and the saliva in her mouth suddenly stopped flowing, and it immediately spilled on her purple skirt.
She screamed softly, and when she looked up and found Victor standing in front of her, her face instantly turned red and hot.
"Oh my God! This is so rude!"
The lady in the purple skirt was looking for something to wipe herself with, and Vic hurriedly handed the temporary hand towel in his jacket pocket to her.
After the other party took it, she lowered her head in embarrassment and began to gently wipe the hem of her skirt. During this period, she couldn't help but glance up, peeking at Victor's reaction from time to time.
When she discovered that Victor had been paying attention to her, the excitement in her heart was aroused, and the hidden smile could no longer be suppressed, and her originally beautiful face turned into a tangled look.
"We've met..." Victor saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time, so he spoke first.
"Yes! Yes! I remember you, the handsome one..."
The word "handsome" is very prominent, and the lady makes no secret of her appearance control.
Victor raised his eyebrows: "About the letter of introduction I submitted last time..."
"Well! That's right! You're finally here, don't worry about this!" The lady hurriedly rummaged for things under the table, and quickly took out a worn-out registration book, "Please wait a moment!
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Tear~!
She tore off a page from the booklet and handed it to Victor.
"Please register your personnel, thank you."
Victor took the yellowed old paper and asked the other party curiously: "Is this my formal employment?"
"Yes! Sir."
Victor's facial expression gradually turned to confusion.
He was surprised. He didn’t even have an interview, so he just went through the personnel registration process?
"Don't you need to meet your person in charge first?"
"They are currently not in Secred, but they have sent back the telegram and have a preliminary understanding of your situation. If it was introduced by Father Sang, there will be no problem."
The old man is so proud?
Victor dispelled his doubts for the time being, picked up the pen next to him, dipped some ink in it, and wrote his "resume".
However, the strange thing is that when he finished writing, the words on the paper mysteriously disappeared.
"Wait a minute, there's something wrong with the ink..." Victor looked at the other party in surprise, but the lady took the paper back naturally and tied it to the old book again.
"No problem, this is a normal phenomenon. All elite agents in the field will be entered into the 'Roster of Heroic Spirits'. Only the minister has the right to see your personal information."
After the lady in the purple skirt finished speaking, Victor quickly understood her intention.
Father Sang said that most members of the Anti-Suppression Department are known by their code names, and each of them has other identities and jobs. It is natural that basic information should be kept confidential by the department.
"Okay! Mr. Minister will check your resume when he comes back. Now please choose a number as your code name. When the elite agents cooperate in the future, you will be called by this code name."
Victor touched his chin and asked first: "Are members of the Anti-Suppression Department so afraid of exposing their names?"
"Hmm... not really." The lady in the purple skirt twisted her lips, her cheeks bulging like a ripe peach, "Just like Father Sang, he is willing to tell others his identity and name, and we will not force him to do so.
It depends on the agent’s own situation and circumstances.”
So, Victor was curious as to why the lady in the purple skirt knew about Father Sang instead of mentioning his code name.
"So I can completely ignore this code name and introduce myself to others?"
"Yes! It depends on yourself."
"So, can we get to know each other?" Victor wiped his red hair and tried to flirt with the lady in front of him, hoping to get more information from her.
Sure enough, the beauty in front of her was so taken with Victor's face that she subconsciously showed an excited expression, but she was quickly controlled, and replied coyly: "I...oh no, you can just call me Sharti,
Um, I mean, Charlotte Hepburn, my full name."
"Okay!" Victor bowed in a very gentlemanly manner, "Then I choose No. 99."
Huh?
Sharti was very surprised. Don’t we need to get to know each other? Why are you still choosing numbers after I told you your name?
"I'm sorry, I thought about it, and it would be more appropriate to call me by your code name at the beginning. I thought you would also tell me your code name... Miss Sharti." Victor showed a smile that showed success.
Charti glanced at her mouth, frowned slightly, and said slightly unhappily: "I'm sorry, Mr. No. 99, I am an internal staff member, so I don't need a code name!"
Snap!
She put away the old booklet, locked it in the iron box, and then angrily called Victor to follow her, her words losing their enthusiasm.
"Next, I will take you to visit the internal areas of the Anti-Suppression Department and explain to you the organizational structure and functional divisions of this building. I will only say it once, please listen carefully!"
……
Just when Victor was following Ms. Sharti to visit the Anti-Suppression Department, in another area of Renekton, on Diamond Road not far from the dock, a lively birthday party was being held in a large house.
Outside the narrow street was a carriage parked, and the invited people poured into the garden to celebrate with singing and dancing.
The carriage that Mike and his family rode also arrived in front of the house, but was led directly to the stable inside by the attendant at the door to park.
Everyone in the dock area knows who lives in this big house.
That's the residence of the Cambino family, Renekton's leading White Hand gangster!
"Welcome back...Master Mike."
The housekeeper gave Mike a big hug when he got off the car.
"Your body has grown stronger and you are no longer the skinny monkey you used to be..."
Mike hugged the old man in front of him tightly. He still remembered that when he first joined the Navy, the man had no gray hair on his head.
"Your mother must miss you very much. Go see her immediately!"
After the housekeeper finished speaking, Mike couldn't wait to look for his mother.
"She's dancing over there, on the dance floor! Follow me!" Sister Yusha playfully dragged Mike and ran towards the liveliest place.
After they ran away, Mike's brother looked around and asked the housekeeper doubtfully: "Where is the host of our birthday party?"
The smile on the butler's face stopped abruptly: "He and his godson are discussing things in the conference room."
"Those guys really don't know how to pick the right time. When I go to see him, no matter what, we have to get our whole family together before we talk about work..."
Feite entered the house slightly angrily.
……
At this time, in the living room of the mansion, an old man with a solemn face was sitting quietly on the sofa, accepting the salute of a middle-aged man in front of him.
He raised his hand slightly, and the man held the back of his hand with both hands and gently kissed the gold ring on his middle finger.
"Godfather... I implore you to make the decision for me and drive those guys who are humiliating me out of my house."
The old man raised his face, lit a cigar, and after thinking for a moment, said: "So, they stayed in your house and refused to leave until they paid the rent. They also beat the landlord who was legitimately collecting debts, which is you?" "Yes! One of them has a cousin who works in the police station, and no one accepted my report at all!"
After hearing the complaint, the old man patted his godson on the shoulder to calm him down.
"It may be a bit troublesome to involve the police, but don't worry, I will definitely make an offer that they can't refuse. In three days, you should not see those people again..."