Pirates of Extreme Chaos

Just as Xak Jacques and Nicole broke up on bad terms, a call came into Brad's cell phone.

"Little Brad, it's me."

Familiar voice.

Brad observed the surroundings slowly, then moved to a remote corner as if nothing had happened: "Uncle Lasky."

"A week later, I passed by the Mafia Federation Kingdom and paid a visit to you."

In a concise sentence, Lasky has hung up the communication.

Obviously Lasky did not really pass by the Federal Kingdom of Mafia, nor did he visit Brad by the way. He came here for the Federal Kingdom of Mafia and Brad, representing the implementation of the strategic plan of "taking the long term and catching big fish" CP9 is looking for contact with Brad, an important person who will assist in the execution of this plan. However, he is not sure whether there are risk factors for leaking information in the environment near Brad. He habitually speaks code words, which he believes Brad can understand.

"Trouble." Brad leaned against the wall and exhaled.

His pupils gradually became dull and dilated, and Brad fell into deep thoughts. He really, really hated the feeling of being trapped in the enemy's camp, especially because he had no control over it.

“cipher pol is not a place to stay for a long time”

"The Navy is more passive than Cipher Pol, and they are more and more resistant to the world government's intervention in the internal military. They will never allow people from Cipher Pol, an organization that functions both externally and internally, to join. After all, no one likes multiple spies around them, you I have no intention of spying on others, and I have to eliminate any potential dangers."

"The Holy Land Guards have been stationed at the core of the World Government for a long time and are responsible for guarding the World Capital. However, they also seem to be responsible for reclaiming the Dark Continent and reclaiming the wild and dangerous places into the Red Earth Continent."

""

"Power, after all, is a matter of strength. A strong person will be forgiven no matter how willful he is."

""

Brad was thinking wildly and didn't stop until Dr. Ransiklin came to him holding Altair in his arms.

"She's asleep, look how soundly she sleeps." Dr. Lansiklin smiled very kindly, although her rough and even ferocious appearance had nothing to do with the word kind.

Brad took Altair, cleaned the stains, and put on a new swaddle. The little guy did look better, and he looked cute and cute: "Thank you, Dr. Lansiklin."

"Can you take good care of her, little Brad?" Dr. Lansiklin, who is huge and strong, looks much taller than Brad even when she squats down. In fact, she is about three meters tall, two and a half meters wide, and has one arm. I can pretend to be Brad: "Raising a baby does not require determination. She is too young and too fragile. Eating, drinking, defecating, peeing, and sleeping must be paid attention to. Not only does it require a lot of time and energy, but also Be familiar with every detail that needs to be paid attention to. If you are careless, the consequences will be disaster.”

Brad kissed Altair's forehead gently and smiled as if he didn't answer the question: "I have money."

"", Dr. Lansiklin.

Dr. Lansiklin understood what Brad meant. He couldn't take good care of Altair, but with his money, he could find someone who could take good care of Altair. Money can make all the difference, let alone a human being.

So Brad acted resolutely, using the channels of the Hunter Association's West Sea Branch in the Federal Kingdom of Mafia, and invested all the commissions he earned in the past six months to buy real estate, hire wet nurses and nannies, and settle down smoothly.

A week later, before Lasky arrived.

"Open your eyes, Master Braid, Altair is about to open your eyes."

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

Brad approached the cradle and waited for a while. Sure enough, Altair opened his eyes, which were a pair of strange eyes, especially golden eyes than Brad's. The outer ring was blood red, the inner ring was light green, and the deepest pupil was actually dark blue. The square shape, even if it doesn’t look very impressive yet, is indeed naturally extraordinary.

"Altaïr, you are Altair, you can't go wrong." Brad's very rare heartfelt joy.

"squeak"

A piercing scream.

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

Joanna poked her head outside the door and pouted, feeling envious, jealous and aggrieved: "", have I fallen out of favor?

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

Of course, work was an excuse. Brad was going to meet Lasky. He didn't dare to set the meeting place at his home. His real estate, wet nurses and nannies he hired were all the channels of the Hunter Association's West Sea Branch in the Mafia Federal Kingdom. God knows whether Xak Jacques did anything or not.

Ten minutes.

The wild mountains and ridges in the suburbs.

"How are you doing, little Brad?", Lasky greeted.

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

"But Minister Ernest thinks highly of you. He praises your talents and calls you a genius agent. He hopes that you will grow up as soon as possible and become his right-hand man." Laski smiled half-heartedly: "Maybe fifteen or ten years You are my commander."

Brad shook his head: "You can trust Uncle Laski even if I'm polite."

"Let's get down to business." Laski's expression changed and he said: "The whereabouts of the historical text stone tablet is still under your control."

"Its final destination should be the archaeological holy land O'Hara Island." Brad said firmly.

Lasky was not very satisfied: "should"

"I'm sure." Brad asked back: "What is your officer's attitude? As far as I know, he is not a patient guy. He thinks about meritorious deeds and great achievements all day long. He hopes to reach the sky in one step and enjoy the wonderful things he has done on his merits."

Lasky laughed: "You know his character, he is quite eager. The results of your strategic plan of taking a long-term view and catching big fish make him salivate. He will be patient, but he is not patient. Even with the double resistance from above, we won’t be able to stop him from doing whatever he wants.”

"It's bad luck for you to be your CP9's commander." Brad complained.

Cipher Pol is the most complex organization under the World Government. In addition to the headquarters of Cipher Pol No0 (CP0 for short), there are nine branches, CP1CP9, and a total of ten departments with their own division of labor.

cp1cp2, protection of political figures.

cp3cp4, intelligence gathering.

cp5cp6, emergency treatment.

cp7cp8, undercover, spy.

cp9, assassination.

cp0, the elite members selected from cp1cp9, directly serve the Tianlong people group.

The most special thing about cp9 is that they have the privilege of "executing those who do not cooperate with the world government on the spot". Therefore, cp9 and cp0 are generally not disclosed to the world government to avoid negative impact.

Most of the elite agents of CP9's first group are cold-blooded, ruthless and powerful executioners. They don't look down on such useless officers as Spangdain. His words go with their hearts and they listen. , if it doesn’t suit their wishes, they will just fart.

"In short, the strategic plan of taking a long-term view and catching big fish is a long-term action. It is difficult to say whether it will last three to five years." Brad took a shot of vaccination.

Laski nodded: "There is not enough time, and the gathered fish are not enough for you to continue to pay attention to the whereabouts of the historical stone tablet. There is still a special task waiting for us. We will discuss it when we get back."

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