The Ninth Secret Bureau

The contract drafted by the Secret Bureau is very standardized, much more standardized than other foreign organizations in the country, at least there are no twists and turns, and many things are laid out in black and white on the surface for you to see clearly.

In general, this contract is fair.

The more you pay for the Secret Service, the more you can get.

Different from the treatment of external temporary workers, such as the members who join the internal regularization of the Secret Bureau, after each completion of the task, in addition to the required labor fees, there will also be internal special points. From the contract point of view... .. This should be something more valuable than banknotes.

It is clearly stated in the contract that such points are used to redeem rewards.

In addition to heat weapons that cannot be exchanged, many things that foreigners need can be exchanged for points.

Religious practice books, rare magical weapons and evil weapons, some special tools made by the Ministry of Scientific Research, and anomalous tools that make people flock to...

"If I knew the conditions were so good from the beginning...I should have joined it long ago..." Chen Xian looked through the contents of the contract, feeling a little bit emotional.

Judging from the past situation, there are many rules and regulations stipulated by the Secret Bureau, but there are very few in this contract, which seems to be tailored specifically for Chen Xian.

Judging from the few requirements in the contract, Chen Xian didn't need to do much, as long as he showed up when he had a task, he could choose to rest at home at other times, and he didn't need to sit in class like other members.

After reading it carefully a few times, Chen Xian also felt that there was no problem. He picked up the pen and signed his name, and pressed his fingerprints and palm prints according to the regulations.

At this point, Chen Xian officially took up the post in the Ningchuan branch of the Secret Bureau.

"In the future, we will be our own." After Huo put the contract in his portfolio, he put away the usual hippie smile on his face. It was rare to be solemn and stretched out his right hand to Chen Xian very seriously. Cooperation will be as pleasant as before."

Chen Xian nodded and shook hands with him.

"must."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Fatty Huo took his hand back, Chen Xian suddenly asked.

"Is the cafeteria open?"

Fatty Huo was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't recovered: "Also...it's not the time to eat yet..."

"So..." Chen Xian looked extremely disappointed.

"Are you hungry?" Fatty Huo asked tentatively.

"Okay."

Chen Xian touched his nose, still feeling a little embarrassed. Even a person like him who is more introverted, he rarely asks people directly.

At this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open.

Chen Xian looked back subconsciously, and it was an acquaintance who came in.

Logistics Department, Zhao Song.

"Uncle Zhao."

Zhao Song left a good impression on Chen Xian, especially in Xu Sanhan's case, Zhao Song helped him more or less.

Chen Xian is not a person who likes to owe favors, so as long as someone has helped him in many things, he will remember that favor and try to pay it off.

Seeing Chen Xian, Zhao Song also seemed very happy, with a rare smile on his rigid face.

"Xiao Chen, I heard that you will come to our branch to report today, so I rushed back to see you." Zhao Song said, reaching out and shaking Chen Xian, "It seems that we have more opportunities for cooperation in the future. ."

"Old Zhao, where are the others?" Fatty Huo lighted a cigarette again, sitting on a leather chair with Erlang's legs tilted, completely unable to see what the director should look like, "Isn't it said that the section chiefs will meet today?"

"Coming soon, I met outside just now..."

Before Zhao Song could finish speaking, the door of the meeting room was pushed open again.

The person who walked in this time is very strange to Chen Xian. He is also a middle-aged man. He is about 40 years old. His long and tousled hair is similar to the artist's style. The shirt he wears is not known for how long he has not changed. Exudes a strong smell of smoke.

He didn't seem to wake up yet, the expression on his face was in a trance, and he would yawn a few times from time to time, and the whole person exuded a very decadent atmosphere.

"Ah? Are they all there?" When he spoke, his expression was still so dazed, his eyes were also particularly dazed, and there were still traces of saliva at the corners of his mouth, as if he had just got up from the bed, and gave Chen Xian a dazed look. "You are Xiao Chen, right?"

"This is Song Jueming, you just call him Section Chief Song." Huo Fatty took the initiative to explain to Chen Xian, his tone was full of undisguised dislike, "Don't look at him sloppy and beggar. Similarly, this grandson is the chief of the investigation section, and he alone takes care of the investigation tasks of our sub-bureau."

"Hello." Chen Xian politely greeted Song Jueming, and offered to extend his hand to give him a handshake.

But soon Chen Xian regretted it, because he found that Song Jueming was really sloppy to a certain level.

Not to mention the clothes on his body, he doesn't know how long his hands have not been washed, the palms are all black marks, and the slender fingernails are all black mud-these are for Chen Xian, a cleanliness addict. It's a nightmare!

Chen Xian was hesitating whether to withdraw his hand, Song Jueming had already held his hand with a silly smile on his face: "Hello, hello."

When Song Jueming released his hand, Chen Xian's face was already earthy, and the black five-fingerprint on his palm was dazzling.

Seeing this scene, Huo Fatty's mouth twitched a few times, as if he wanted to laugh but was embarrassed to laugh, he could only stare at Song Jueming viciously, and then said to Zhao Song: "Look back and find some people to tie him. , Throw me the disinfectant and wash it well, damn...this grandson is disgusting!"

"I wanted to do this a long time ago." Zhao Song said blankly.

Song Jueming sat and smiled. He didn't say anything when he heard Fatty Huo's conversation with Zhao Song. He looked stupid and not very clever, but Chen Xian could feel...

This sloppy investigation chief is a stranger.

Although he doesn't know the origin of Song Jueming, Chen Xian can be sure that the smell on his body is very similar to some strangers who practice religious practice, and there is also a vaguely unique smell of incense on his clothes.

When Chen Xian secretly looked at him, the door of the conference room was pushed open again.

It was still a stranger who walked in this time, and it was the first time Chen Xian saw him.

He is older than Song Jueming, and looks similar to Huo Fatty. He has almost no characteristics in terms of his facial features, but Chen Xian has the deepest impression of him.

The middle-aged man’s skin was as black as coal, and he looked a little greasy and reflective under the light. There was an extremely conspicuous centipede-shaped scar from his left eye to his chin. In his eyes that looked like a falcon, his eyes were as sharp as steel. Knife, the whole person exudes a very depressing atmosphere...

He is also a stranger?

Chen Xian was a little puzzled. He didn't smell a stranger in this middle-aged man, but what was strange was that he felt much more dangerous to Chen Xian than Song Jueming, as if he was silent. The beast walked into the meeting room, the oppressive feeling overwhelmed.

"Lao Tu is here?" Fatty Huo sat up straight and greeted the man with a rare face, "Are you going out to work today? I thought you couldn't come!"

"It's over," said the black-faced man, and walked over to pull a chair and sit down.

Compared with Zhao Song, who talks less, this man talks less, and his voice is dull and uncomfortable, like the muffled thunder in the dark clouds of a rainstorm, giving people an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Judging from the current situation, the identity of this man should not be low, even if Fatty Huo is the director of the Ningchuan branch, he is polite to him.

"Come on, Xiao Chen, let me introduce to you, this is Tu Sen, the chief of the Armed Forces Division."

People from the Armed Forces Department?

A faint enlightenment flashed in Chen Xian's eyes, no wonder Fatty Huo was so polite to him...

"You are Chen Xian?" Tu Sen looked at Chen Xian, looked up and down a few times, then looked back at Mu He who was sitting on the sofa eating snacks, his expression was a little puzzled, "Who is she?"

"I'll explain this to you later, it's not an outsider anyway." Fatty Huo waved his hand, and threw the cigarette case by his hand to him.

But just when the cigarette box drew a perfect arc and was about to land, Song Jueming suddenly reached out and intercepted it, then took out the only cigarette left in it, and took a few puffs on the spot with a smile.

The muscles on Tu Sen's face were beating again and again, as if resisting the desire to curse.

"You scruffy ghost...can you go take a bath and change your clothes?" Tu Sen seemed to be forced to talk too much by Song Jueming, almost squeezing these words from his teeth, "Don't give Can we be ashamed of the Secret Service?"

When Song Jueming heard these words, his face was a little bit uncontrollable, and he looked at Tu Sen angrily and made a defense.

"I only changed my clothes last month and took a shower. Where is it sloppy? You are unreasonable!"