Of course, Bei Feng was not here to replace Wood so that he could leave office and return home.
She was indeed here to replace him, that was true. However, the way to succeed was not to let him resign and return to China, but to let him die.
These are obviously things that cannot be said. Only a fool would say such things. Bei Feng had already prepared a set of words, and he used them now.
"I'm a little sorry, but I'm here to cooperate with your work." Bei Feng said, "In recent years, your work efficiency has dropped significantly. 'My family' felt that you might be lonely and it was inconvenient to do things alone, so I I have received special art training and come 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, my intelligence collection efficiency has indeed dropped a lot. On the one hand, this is because the work of wood carving takes up time and energy, and on the other hand, it is also because I am alone, which is inconvenient most of the time.
In order to avoid arousing suspicion, he acted very cautiously. Although this made it difficult for him to be exposed easily, it also greatly restricted his actions. In a whole day, he often only has one or two hours of leisure, and the range of actions he can take must be strictly reasonable, and he cannot perform anything beyond common sense.
As a spy, Wood's caution was necessary. In the past years, when the main mission was just to lurk, there was nothing wrong with him being so cautious. But now that we are seeing the turmoil on the mainland of the main plane, I am afraid that a fierce "little friction" will break out between the Secret Tower Federation and the Northwest Republic soon. In this case, caution must give way to efficiency.
Wood figured this out all at once and 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?"
Bei Feng was stunned for a moment and shook his head.
She really doesn't know this.
"Alas! I don't know if it was because of some strange combination of circumstances that I missed it, or because my report was rejected..." Wood shook his head and said regretfully, "I originally suggested in the report that the Federation should remain neutral in the small war that was about to break out. position, and even supports the Northwest Republic. There are many specific reasons written in detail... I won’t explain them one by one now.”
"What a pity! From your mission, it seems that the Federation has chosen to support those forces that are hostile to the Northwest Republic. To be honest, I don't think highly of them at all!" Wood said distressedly, "Those guys might be able to take advantage last time. But what can they do to the Northwest Republic thousands of miles away? Nothing can be done! This is just like when the Federation was founded. The traditional old forces are actually very unfriendly to the great teacher, but high-end military force can't help him. The army was unable to cross forests, swamps, deserts and mountains to attack us, which allowed us to successfully establish our country."
"I think you are also familiar with history. Don't you think that the current situation in the Northwest Republic is very similar to that of the Federation back then?"
Beifeng didn't expect Wood to say such words. She thought about it carefully and couldn't help but frown.
While Wood's position does seem problematic, it's not a bad idea.
For the Federation, even if it wins this battle, it will not gain much practical benefits, so why bother fighting such a battle
Bei Feng is also a high-level spy. Although her qualifications are far inferior to Wood's, her qualities and knowledge are not compromised at all - she is scheduled to take over the Phenix City Intelligence Station after Wood, and her abilities are certainly extraordinary. With her own knowledge, she could clearly speculate and estimate what Wood said, and the conclusions she reached were almost different from Wood's.
She was silent for a while, sighed secretly, and said nothing.
It can be seen that Wood knows the Northwest Republic very well, and has a good understanding of the relationship between the Federation and the Republic, as well as the country's diplomacy and military aspects. If he could return to the Federation, he might become a good diplomat.
However, she could also see that Wood's attitude was indeed a bit ambiguous and wavering.
If she were put in Wood's shoes and asked to evaluate this matter, she would not have so much praise for Northwest Republic.
Some details in Wood's words have indeed shown this problem.
Senior officials of the federal intelligence department were correct in their judgment of Wood. This former senior spy was indeed likely to rebel!
In this case, my mission is clear.
Execute Wood and take over his job!
Naturally, there was no expression on her face at all. Instead, she looked thoughtful, as if she was carefully considering what Wood said.
After a while, she sighed softly and said, "What you said does make sense, but unfortunately judging from my mission, it was probably rejected."
"Yeah!" Wood sighed deeply, "I knew it as soon as I heard you said you were here to be my assistant, not to replace me. If it's not to strengthen intelligence work, why do you need an assistant? If it’s not for hostility, why bother to strengthen intelligence work?”
Bei Feng nodded and admitted his statement.
"So, what are you going to do?" Wood asked. "Two people are certainly more convenient than one person. But have you made a plan of action? I can help you improve it."
He added: "I'm not questioning your professional ability, it's just... 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 the written information After all, it cannot replace your own personal experience. So I hope to understand your action plan first and see if there is anything that needs to be added."
Bei Feng didn't mean to hide anything and told his plan.
"When you are a painter, you observe everywhere for the sake of collecting styles, and then expand 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 those vigilant professional intelligence personnel, it is a bit too much. It’s 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 toward the middle class, but as a spy whose main job is to lurk, I will focus my activities on the middle class. In 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 the parents of the students!
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
such a pity! What a pity!
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...