Chapter 1,138 How on Earth Will You Stop?

"Hill, 16 years old. Born in a slum in Madagascar, of mixed Chinese and Portuguese descent. He can speak five languages ​​proficiently and is good at camouflage and drone modification. When he was 12 years old, he was rescued from a stowaway ship by the Star Circle Trade Patrol. Later, they were sent to Ghost Island to receive military training, which is the third batch."

You have to start from scratch in everything you do, and the same goes for training agents.

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

The oldest one is 15 years old and the youngest one is not even 10 years old. On the ghost island, they will receive basic education up to high school under closed military management, while also learning language subjects and the "professional knowledge" necessary for agents. Serve as a ghost agent before the age of forty. After the age of forty, you can choose to retire or go to a civilian position to use your spare time.

Without the Star Ring Trade, their fate would probably be to struggle below the food and clothing line, or to die in war. It can be said that the person who gives them a second life is their savior, and the agent training base on Ghost Island is constantly instilling this in them.

When they left Ghost Island, their thoughts had been deeply imprinted on their bones, and they would naturally offer unreserved loyalty to Jiang Chen. This is also the reason why Jiang Chen has never worried about their loyalty except for chips.

At this moment, Koro Island, in the study room of the villa.

Jiang Chen looked at the resume in his hand while listening to Aisha's report.

The secret war between the intelligence personnel of the New Kingdom and the American CIA in Japan has escalated to the level of a fierce battle. Although there are casualties on each other, in general, the New Country side has the upper hand. Although the grassroots intelligence personnel were much inferior when facing the CIA, the powerful assassination capabilities of the ghost agents regained their advantage.

"My resume is pretty good, but I'm of mixed Chinese and Portuguese descent...is that okay?"

"Disguise is one of her best skills. She can switch between Asian and European faces with simple makeup tools."

"This... is really an incredible ability."

"If it wasn't for his incredible ability, it wouldn't be written on his resume." Looking at the surprised expression on Jiang Chen's face, Ayesha pursed her lips and smiled.

"In that case, she will be the intelligence chief of the ghost agent in Japan." Jiang Chen hastily signed his name on the document, "Actually, I prefer Zhu Yu to take this position. During the Tokyo Biohazard incident She’s doing pretty well.”

"There is no problem with her ability, but she is still slightly lacking in management ability.

Counterintelligence work in China is more suitable for her. "Ayesha said softly.

"You are her instructor. You know her best. It is up to you to decide this matter." Jiang Chen curled his lips and continued, "By the way, there is another task for you."

Aisha blinked her sapphire eyes and nodded in agreement.

"Have you ever heard of the name Suzuki Chinatsu?"

Tilting her head, Ayesha thought for a moment and then remembered the name.

"The maid who takes care of your daily life in Japan?"

"That's right." Jiang Chen nodded, "If it's convenient, let Hill keep an eye on it for me."

Although both sides are still rational and have not taken action against anyone outside the intelligence system, there is no guarantee that this gentlemanly demeanor will continue. Just in case, it's better to take insurance. He still likes that well-behaved and obedient little maid.

Ayesha nodded to show her understanding, and then asked again.

"Where's the policewoman?"

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, his expression a little weird.

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

"...Just leave it alone for now. It should be okay if you don't worry about her."

"yes."

Ayesha nodded, picked up the document Jiang Chen signed just now, turned and left.

After the study door closed, Jiang Chen leaned on the chair, raised his head to face the ceiling, and closed his eyes.

In just two weeks, twenty-nine intelligence officers have died in a foreign country. In contrast to the battle losses, a total of thirty-seven CIA agents at all levels were executed, and most of them were due to the ghost agents.

If you want to completely bring Japan into your sphere of influence, you cannot get around the thorn in the side of CIA. The United States does not want Japan to renegotiate the security treaty, so it will inevitably use the CIA to make small moves behind the scenes. Jiang Chen's only choice now is to tear out a few holes in the intelligence network that the United States has operated since the Cold War era, and then fill it in with intelligence personnel from the new country to re-weave the network, and finally kick the CIA's people away completely.

I'm afraid only Ayesha and a few senior intelligence officials know how difficult this is.

Although judging from the battle report on his desk, twenty-nine people were replaced by thirty-seven, and Xin Guo clearly had the advantage. But a large part of the reason is that the CIA is in the open, and the agents of the new country, who are outsiders, are in the dark. If this agent war continues, as the agents of the new country go deeper into the battlefield, it is difficult to say that the final exchange ratio can be maintained at this level. Beautiful numbers.

But then again, the blood has flowed to this point, and it's almost time to decide the winner.

Not surprisingly, the United States should contact him to negotiate a "peace treaty" that satisfies both parties.

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

His bottom line is one hundred people.

If the battle losses exceed one hundred...

Maybe he would stop on his own initiative and make other plans.

Of course, there is a chance that he would get mad and send another hundred people up.

Anyway, the entire new country's intelligence department is under the orders of him alone. Whether it is war or peace is completely at his whim, without any need for cabinet discussions or ridiculous votes.

Just when Jiang Chen closed his eyes to rest, a call came to his watch.

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

Lifting one eyelid, Jiang Chen lazily stretched out his hand and clicked on the holographic screen. However, when he looked at the IP displayed on the screen, he found that he had guessed wrong. I saw that the call was not from the United States, but from Japan.

Putting down his legs on the chair, Jiang Chen casually adjusted his collar, cleared his throat, and pressed the connect button.

"Hello?"

…

The Prime Minister holding the phone was in a very complicated mood.

To be honest, he didn't want to make the call.

The two great masters of Xin Guo and the United States were having a good fight, and it was meaningless for him to join in. What's more, from his standpoint, if the intelligence agencies of New Zealand and the United States continue to fight like this, it will only be good for Japan and not harmful.

Only when these two tigers are both defeated, will Japan have the opportunity to consolidate its intelligence power, get rid of the control of the United States, and avoid being controlled by the Star Circle Trade, and gradually become a "normal country".

As for the security issues, they are not troublesome at all. The ones who died were all spies anyway.

But now, he had to make this call.

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

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

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