Just as Shakjac and Nicole were parting, a phone call came into Brad's phone.

"Little Brad, it's me."

Familiar sounds.

Brad slowly observed his surroundings and moved to a remote corner as if nothing had happened: "Uncle Rasch. ”

"A week later, I'll be passing by the Mafia Federation and visiting you."

In a succinct word, Rasch has hung up the communication.

Obviously, Rasch didn't really pass by the Mafia Federal Kingdom, nor did he visit Brad by the way, he came to the Mafia Federal Kingdom and Braid, on behalf of CP9, who implemented the strategic plan of "putting a long line and catching big fish", and sought to assist the implementation of this plan, an important person in Brad's connection, but he was not sure whether there was a risk of leaking information in the environment near Brad, and he habitually said code words, and he believed that Brad could understand.

"Trouble." Brad leaned against the wall and spat out a cloudy breath.

His pupils gradually dilated, and Bred fell into deep thought, he really, really hated the feeling of being in the enemy camp, especially because of the element of being involuntarily.

"Cipher Pol is not a place to stay for long!"

"Navy? The Navy is more passive than Cipher Pol, and they are more and more resistant to the World Government's interference in the internal military, and they will never allow people from the organization of Cipher Pol's function of 'external and internal' to join, after all, no one likes multiple spies around them, you don't mean to spy on others, and people must also eliminate any potential hidden dangers. ”

"The Holy Land Garrison? He has been stationed at the central core of the world government for a long time, and is responsible for guarding the world capital, but ...... They seem to be also responsible for reclaiming the Dark Continent and returning the wild and dangerous land to the Red Earth Continent? ”

“……”

"Strength, after all, is a matter of strength, no matter how willful a strong person is, he will be forgiven, right?"

“……”

Brad was in a daze, and didn't stop until Dr. Lansiklin was looking for him with Altair in his arms.

"She's asleep, and voila! How good you sleep~", Dr. Lansiklin smiled kindly, although her rough and even vicious appearance did not touch the word kindness at all.

Brad took Altair, cleaned the stains, and replaced the little guy in the new swaddling clothes, which was indeed more beautiful, ugly and cute: "Thank you, Dr. Lancetlin." ”

"Can you take care of her? Little Brad. In fact, she has a height of about three meters, a width of two and a half meters, and one arm can fit Brad: "Raising a baby is not about determination, she is too small and too fragile, eating, drinking, pulling, sprinkling, sleeping, you must pay attention to everything, not only to spend a lot of time and energy, but also to be familiar with every detail that should be paid attention to, once careless, the consequences are disasters." ”

Braid gently kissed Altair's forehead and smiled as if he had asked a question: "I have money!" ”

"......", Dr. Lance Klin.

Dr. Lansiklin understood what Brad meant, he couldn't take care of Altair, but his money could find someone who could take care of Altair, and money could make ghosts grind, let alone people.

So Bradley took advantage of the channels of the Hunters' Association's West Sea Branch in the Federal Kingdom of Mafia, and did not hesitate to invest all the commissions earned in half a year to buy real estate, hire wet nurses and nannies, and settle down in Lisuo.

A week later, before Lasch's arrival.

"Open your eyes! Master Bled! Altair's eyes are about to open! ”

The nurse greeted Brad, who was practicing hard, in surprise, and at the same time did not forget to close the curtains to lower the light in the room.

Braid approached the cradle and waited for a while, and sure enough, Altair opened his eyes - it was a pair of strange eyes, especially Brad's golden eyes, the outer circle was blood red, the inner circle was light green, and the deepest pupil was actually dark blue square, even if it was not very bright, it was really extraordinary!

"Altair, you're Altair, you can't be wrong." , Brad's very rare visceral joy.

"Squeak~~~"

A piercing screech.

"Don't pick at the walls, Joanna, what if you hurt Altair's eardrums?" , Brad squinted.

Joanna, who was probing her brain outside the door, pouted, envious, jealous, hateful, and aggrieved: "......", have I fallen out of favor?

Glancing at the clock, Brad said, "It's work, Joanna." ”

Of course, work is a pretext, Braid is going to meet Rasch, he doesn't dare to set the meeting place at home, his real estate, the wet nurse and nanny hired are all using the channel of the Hunters' Association of the West Sea Branch in the Mafia Federal Kingdom, God knows if Shakjak did it.

Ten minutes.

Barren mountains and mountains in the suburbs.

"How are you doing? Little Brad. Raschi greeted.

Brad bluntly said: "It's not good, I find that I don't like the profession of an agent. ”

"But Minister Earnest has a lot of respect for you, praising your talent, calling you a genius agent, and hoping that you will grow up as soon as possible and be his right-hand man." Lasch smirked: "Maybe fifteen years? Decade? You're my chief. ”

Breed shook his head: "Do you believe the polite words?" Uncle Rasch. ”

"Get down to business." , Lasch's expression changed, and he said: "The whereabouts of that historical text stele are still out of your control." ”

"Its final destination should be O'Hara Island, the 'archaeological mecca'." , Bred said firmly.

Lasch was not satisfied: "Should it?" ”

"I'm sure." Breed asked rhetorically, "What's your officer's attitude?" As far as I know, he is not a patient guy, thinking about meritorious service and great merit all day long, hoping to ascend to the sky in one step and enjoy the beautiful enjoyment lying on the merit book. ”

Lasch laughed: "You know his character!" His attitude is very eager, and the expected results of the strategic plan you have formulated to 'put a long line and catch a big fish' make him salivate, and he will be patient, even if he is not patient, there is double resistance from above and us, and he can't help it. ”

"Give you CP9 as a chief, count him unlucky." , Bled complained.

Cipher Pol is the most complex organization under the command of the world government, in addition to the headquarters of Cipher Pol No.0 referred to as CP0, there are nine branches CP1~CP9, a total of ten departments with their own division of labor.

CP1~CP2, dignitary protection.

CP3~CP4, intelligence gathering.

CP5~CP6, emergency treatment.

CP7~CP8, undercover, spy.

CP9, Assassination.

CP0, the elite leaders of CP1~CP9 are selected by the members, and they directly serve the Tianlong group.

The most special thing about CP9 is that they have the privilege of "executing people who do not cooperate with the world government", so CP9 and CP0 are general, and they are not open to the world government, so as not to have a bad impact.

The elite agents of CP9 Group 1 are mostly cold-blooded, ruthless, murderous and powerful executioners, and Spandain, who is a waste commander like the scum of the war, they don't pay attention to it at all, his words go to their hearts, they listen, they don't follow their hearts, they simply have the right to fart.

"In short, the strategic plan of 'putting a long line and catching big fish' is a long-term action, and it is difficult to say that it will take three years and five years." , Bled got a shot.

Lasch bowed: "There is not enough time, and there are not enough fish to gather...... You keep an eye on the whereabouts of the historical text tablet, and there is a special mission waiting for us, which we will discuss when we return. ”

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