Banner of the Evil God

Bei Feng certainly did not come to replace Wood so that he could resign and return home.

She did come to replace him, that was true. However, the way to replace him was not to let him resign and return home, but to let him die.

These were obviously not to be said, and only a fool would say such things. Bei Feng had already prepared a set of rhetoric, and it was used now.

"I'm a little sorry, but I'm here to cooperate with you in your work." Bei Feng said, "In recent years, your work efficiency has obviously declined. The 'family' thinks that you may be alone and it is not convenient 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 disappeared.

Indeed, as the other party said, in recent years, his intelligence collection efficiency has indeed declined a lot. On the one hand, this is because the wood carving work takes up time and energy, and on the other hand, it is also because he is alone and it is often inconvenient.

In order to avoid suspicion, he acted very cautiously, which certainly made him less likely to be exposed, but also greatly restricted his actions. In a whole day, he often only has one or two hours of leisure, and the scope of his actions must be strictly reasonable, and he cannot do anything beyond common sense.

As a spy, Wood's caution is necessary. In the past, when the main task was just lurking, there was nothing wrong with his caution. But now, seeing the turmoil on the main plane, I am afraid that there will be some fierce "little friction" between the Secret Tower Federation and the Northwest Republic in the near future. In this case, caution must give way to efficiency.

Wood figured it out all at once, and also understood why Beifeng came to help him.

So he couldn't help but sigh and asked: "Did you see the report I wrote before you set off?"

Beifeng was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

She really didn't know this.

"Alas! I don't know if it was by some mistake that I missed it, or if my report was rejected..." Wood shook his head and said regretfully, "I originally suggested in my report that the Federation should take a neutral position in the upcoming small war, or even support the Northwest Republic. There are many specific reasons, very detailed... I won't explain them one by one now."

"What a pity! Judging from your mission, the Federation chose to support those forces that are hostile to the Northwest Republic. To be honest, I don't think they are good at all!" Wood said distressedly, "Those guys may be able to take advantage once, but what can they do to the Northwest Republic thousands of miles away? They can't do anything! This is just like when the Federation was founded. The traditional old forces were actually very unfriendly to the great mentor, but the high-end military force could not do anything to him, and the army could not cross the forest, swamp, desert and mountains to attack us, so we were able to successfully establish the country that year."

"I think you are also familiar with history. Don't you think the current situation of the Northwest Republic is very similar to that of the Federation back then?"

Beifeng didn't expect Wood to say such a thing. She thought about it carefully and couldn't help but frowned.

Although Wood's position does seem to be a bit problematic, this thought is not wrong.

For the Federation, even if they win this battle, they will not get much practical benefits, so why bother to fight such a battle?

Bei Feng is also a senior spy. Although her qualifications are far inferior to Wood's, her qualities and insights are not discounted at all - she is scheduled to take over the Pyroxene City Intelligence Station after Wood, and her abilities are certainly extraordinary. With her own insights, she can clearly speculate and estimate what Wood said, and the conclusions she draws are also similar to Wood's.

She was silent for a while, sighed secretly, and said nothing.

It can be seen that Wood knows a lot about the Northwest Republic, and has a good understanding of the relationship between the Federation and the Republic, and national diplomacy and military. If he can return to the Federation, he may become a good diplomat.

However, she can also see that Wood's attitude is indeed a bit ambiguous and a bit shaken.

If she puts herself in Wood's position and asks her to evaluate this matter, she will not have so much praise for the Northwest Republic.

Some details in Wood's words have indeed shown this problem.

The senior officials of the federal intelligence department were right about Wood. This former senior spy was indeed likely to betray!

In this case, his mission was clear.

Execute Wood and take over his job!

Naturally, there was no sign of her expression on her face. Instead, she looked thoughtful, as if she was carefully considering what Wood said.

After a while, she sighed softly and said, "Your words do make sense, but unfortunately, judging from my mission, it is most likely to be rejected."

"Yes!" Wood sighed deeply, "As soon as I heard you say you were here to be my assistant, not to replace me, I knew it. If it wasn't for strengthening intelligence work, why would you need an assistant? And if it wasn't for hostility, why would you need to strengthen intelligence work?"

Beifeng nodded and acknowledged his statement.

"So, what are you going to do?" Wood asked, "Two people are certainly more convenient than one person. But have you drawn up an action plan? I can help you improve it."

He added: "I'm not questioning your professional ability, but... after all, I have lived here for more than ten years, and I am more familiar with the actual situation here than you are. I know you must have read a lot of information, but in writing After all, information cannot replace my own personal experience, so I hope to understand your action plan first and see if there is anything you need to add.”

Bei Feng didn't mean to hide anything and told his plan.

"Being a painter, observing everywhere for the sake of collecting styles, and then expanding your network of contacts by helping young artists..." Wood pondered for a while and shook his head, "Of course this method is good, but in the eyes of vigilant professional intelligence personnel, it is a bit too much. Too obvious.”

"Then what do you think we should do?" Bei Feng was not angry because her plan was rejected. Wood was her senior and was a senior federal spy before she was born. It was natural that he had better vision than her. matter.

Wood thought carefully for a while and said: "I suggest you set up a painting class to teach children to paint."

Bei Feng was stunned for a moment, and then understood what he meant.

With a group of children as a cover, the act of "collecting style" was covered up under the guise of a group activity. And through these children, I can also build a network of contacts faster - of course, in this way, my network of contacts may be biased towards the middle class society, but as a spy whose main job is to lurk, I will focus my activities on In middle-class society, it is even harder to reveal one's identity.

After all... there are many masters in the upper class, and all kinds of wonderful abilities may appear. In comparison, middle-class society is much safer.

As for intelligence, as long as you work hard to collect, carefully screen and compare, you can collect a lot of intelligence even if you open a small restaurant in a poor neighborhood, let alone a middle-class society.

As an excellent spy, Bei Feng is absolutely sure that he can get enough valuable information through communication with students and their parents!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh, and she felt more respect and regret for Wood.

How could such an outstanding senior spy be suspected of treason?

What a pity! What a shame!

But it is a pity, and what should be done must still be done.

Although he said words of praise and thanks, Bei Feng had already sentenced Wood to death in his heart.

Sui Xiong was invisible and floating in the air, watching the exchange between the two senior spies and couldn't help but smile.

The development of things is getting more and more interesting...