Jack reported to the National Security Agency at eight in the morning. Although Lillian told him that he could come at any time, he still wanted to make a good impression on his first day.
As he approached the gate, he saw the same soldier standing guard and greeted him, "Good morning."
"Good morning," the soldier replied, saluting him. "You come so early?"
"Very early?" Jack checked his phone. "It's almost eight-thirty. What time does the work start here?"
The soldier smiled, "I don't know. Some people come at seven in the morning, some come at three-thirty in the afternoon and leave at four. What's your name?"
"My name is Jack," Jack found the soldier friendly and decided to chat with him while gathering some information. He handed him a newly bought Marlboro cigarette. "What about you?"
"My name is Mike," the soldier declined Jack's invitation. "You can't smoke or drink while on duty. Are you an agent?"
Jack lit the cigarette, took a puff, smiled and said, "No, I'm an accountant."
"Oh," the soldier seemed a little disappointed. "I've always wanted to see what an agent looks like."
"Don't worry, you will," Jack reassured him. "You'll see one eventually." He checked the time. "I'll go in now. You keep busy."
Mike smiled, stood up straight, and resumed his original posture.
Jack shuttled through the maze of seven or eight buildings for nearly 20 minutes, but he couldn't find the Finance Department. The place was empty and there was no one to ask for directions. He kept looking until a voice called out, "Hey, sir, what are you doing there?"
He turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a suit looking at him warily, as if ready to draw his gun at any suspicious movement.
"Hello, I'm Jack, the new accountant." Jack quickly took out his ID, "It's my first day at work, I'm not familiar with it yet."
"Don't wander around if you don't know." The middle-aged man saw the big badge and name on Jack's ID, and the expression on his face relaxed, "Come with me, I want to go to the Finance Department too."
Jack followed him for ten minutes and walked into a building with glass walls on all four sides. As he walked, he said, "Have you read the regulations manual? It says where you can go and other places you can't go, especially the Intelligence Department. If you trespass, you will be shot once you are discovered." He opened a door, "Come in, your boss Mr. Frank should be here."
Frank is a middle-aged man with a round face. Seeing Jack, he looked puzzled, "Who are you?"
Jack stood up straight, "I'm Jack, reporting today."
"Jack?" Frank adjusted his glasses, looking confused, "Have you recruited anyone this year?"
Jack was stunned and quickly took out his ID card, "This is my ID card!"
Frank looked at it in confusion, "This is not the ID card of the Finance Department."
Jack blinked, not knowing what to say. He had looked at the ID card, and it clearly said the Third Financial Section of the Sixth Branch of the Operations Guidance Bureau of the National Security Agency... Finance Section? He suddenly remembered that the sign outside said Finance Department!
The middle-aged man was also looking at the ID card and seemed to have found something. "Let me see!" He was in a hurry outside just now and didn't look carefully. Now he grabbed the ID card and looked at it carefully, then looked at Jack in confusion, "Are you from Team 3?"
Team 3? Jack didn't understand what he meant.
The middle-aged man anticipated Jack's confusion and continued, "Is the person who interviewed you a short, 28-year-old woman named Lillian?"
Jack nodded blankly, "Yes, Captain Lillian asked me to report today."
"Is that so." The middle-aged man glanced at Jack and sighed, "You sit there and wait, and I'll take you to see her after I'm done." Jack saw the complex emotions in his eyes, but didn't know what it meant.
An hour later, the middle-aged man led Jack to a small building at the back and sighed, "Go up, tell them you found the way when you get there, don't mention me..." A cold voice came from upstairs, "Jackson? You are in such a good mood, why did you take the time out of your busy schedule to come and see me?" Hearing the voice, the middle-aged man stopped immediately, as if he had changed into a different person, looking up and sneering, "Of course, otherwise how can I hand this lost lamb in your team back to you? You are really brave, recruiting civil servants in the name of Frank, and setting up the third financial department in the sixth branch... Why don't you just write it as the combat guidance bureau or the third special agent team? But I understand that a nanny must have a name to show off, so as not to be laughed at." The middle-aged man sneered, "What is this kid capable of? Drawing maps or chanting scriptures?" He turned to look at Jack. "You are lucky to have such a nanny. If someone outside bullies you, remember to mention our captain Lillian's name. Do you know her nickname? She can scare people to death with a flick of her butt..."
"Jackson!" Lillian, who was standing by the window, was angry. "Get out when you're done playing! Stop chattering like a noisy pigeon! Are you a man or a woman with this mouth? If you are not busy, go back and feed your children, otherwise they will starve to death and cry to me!"
"Thank you for your concern." Jackson turned and left. "Who is better at taking care of children than you? The title of Guoan's first nanny captain... Let's have a fight?" He seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. With a move that ordinary people could not do, he dodged Lillian's heavy punch and hit Lillian's back of the head hard. He pushed with his hand, turned over like a sparrow hawk, took two steps back, looked at the pit on the ground made by his fist, and said coldly: "Did I scare you?"
Lillian, who fell from the air, did not speak. She didn't hit the target with her fist, so she quickly supported herself on the ground with one palm, twisted her body, and kicked at Jackson with both feet. This kick dazzled Jack, and then there were waves of collisions.
Jackson waved his hands, desperately blocking this wave of attacks, then suddenly squatted down and kicked Lillian's left hand that was supporting the ground. Lillian also quickly changed her moves, pushed hard with her left hand, jumped up diagonally, twisted her body, and hit Jackson's head with her powerful knee.
Accompanied by the sound of wind, the knee was about to hit, Jackson's body seemed to be pulled out of the bones, and suddenly slid gently to the ground, almost hitting the vitals at the last moment. Then he raised his right elbow and pushed it up suddenly.
Bang! Lillian's knee hit Jackson's elbow with a loud noise.
"Stop!" An old man that Jack had seen during the interview hurried over and shouted as he ran, "What are you doing?"
"Humph!" Lillian did a backflip, landed steadily on the ground, and looked up at the sky.
Jackson smiled, got up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and happily walked away with the old man arm in arm. "It's just a friendly exchange. Captain Lillian, a former national martial arts champion, how can I not ask for advice when I see her? Director Santos, I came to see you for something..."
Jack walked further and further away, and Jack, who had been staring in amazement, muttered to himself: "Who are you..."
"Follow me," Lillian, although she couldn't beat Jackson, was still able to lift Jack up with one hand, "I'll tell you everything you want to know."
"I'm Lillian, the chief of the third financial section of the sixth branch of the National Security Bureau's Operations Guidance Bureau." Lillian, who was sitting on the leather sofa, pointed to the chair opposite and motioned Jack to sit down. "I am also the captain of the Third Special Forces Team of the Operations Guidance Bureau. One team, two titles. From now on, you are a member of my team, with the same standard as the national GS9 civil servants, but with a separate salary, a monthly salary of 35,000, a daily allowance of 300, a daily training allowance of 300, and a daily mission allowance of 500... However, I don't think you can get the mission allowance." Jack's worries finally became a reality: "You mean, I am now an agent? In our country, there are still agents?" "Of course, but most of them belong to the Secret Operations Bureau and the Intelligence Bureau. We don't call them agents, but special agents or scouts. I just habitually call them the special agent team, not the special service team. There is a number on your ID, you can check it." Lillian stood up and walked to the water dispenser, "Do you want tea or coffee? Coffee?"
"Tea..." Jack opened the certificate with trembling hands, "The number is NSA-06060322-J, what does this mean?"
Lillian handed him the brewed tea and explained, "This means you are member J of the 22nd period of the Third Special Task Handling Group of the Sixth Section of the Operations Guidance Department of the National Security Agency."
"Then I am Agent J?" Jack jumped up and threw the certificate on the ground, "I don't want to be an agent! I just want to be an ordinary person!"
"Want to be an ordinary person?" Lillian took a sip of coffee and sighed, "I'm afraid I'll have to wait until the next life, unless fate doesn't play tricks on you anymore."
"Why!" In Jack's impression, agents are those sneaky, strangely dressed, and armed guys, none of them are good people, "I quit, I'm leaving." After saying that, he turned and left.
However, as soon as he took a step, he felt a cold and hard object against his head, and Lillian's cold voice came to his ears: "Either you stay here alive, or your family will be notified that you died heroically in the battle with the drug cartel... or you defected abroad with confidential documents, which option do you prefer?"
"I don't like any of them!" Jack roared, "If you have the guts, just shoot!"
"I know you have the ability to transform." Lillian sneered, "But my gun is loaded with soul bullets. No matter what kind of person with this ability, being hit by this bullet will be completely destroyed. Do you think you can avoid it?"
"I just don't want to be an agent!" Jack turned around and stared at Lillian, "I still have a fiancée and parents! I don't want to be sent home wrapped in the national flag one day!"
"Then you can also choose Choose to be wrapped in the national flag and sent back now. "Lillian's eyes were cold and indifferent, "You also heard Jackson say that our group is a logistics group, it's not so easy to die." Jack sat on the sofa weakly: "How do you know I can transform?" Lillian slowly put the gun back into the drawer, sat down and whispered: "Because there was someone with similar abilities as you before. I went to your dormitory that day just to confirm whether you are a capable person and what your abilities are. Remember one day you were knocked unconscious by a girl jumping off a building? I was there at the time. " "So you cut me just to confirm my ability?" Jack gritted his teeth and said, "If I don't have the ability, wouldn't I be dead!" Lillian glanced at him indifferently: "So what?" This attitude of not taking human life seriously made Jack feel terrified. "How can you be so careless about human life?" Jack said anxiously, "Even if you are from the NSA, you can't do this!"
"I heard two doctors discussing your disappearance in the ambulance, and then found you according to the resume you dropped at the scene, and then confirmed it." Lillian slowly savored the coffee and pushed a contract to Jack, "Sign this contract first, and I will tell you other things."
Jack looked at the contract, sighed, and asked casually while signing: "Then why do you want me to take the civil service exam? Can't you just recruit me into the team?"
Lillian glanced at him: "The soldiers under my command must naturally be tested... I like the feeling of being the chief examiner. Is this reason sufficient?"
Very sufficient. Jack sighed again: "What about the other members of our team? Where are they?"
"Other members?" Lillian paused, "No, there are only two of us."
Jack raised his head in confusion: "Aren't I No. J in the 22nd issue? Where are the people in front?"
"They are all dead." Lillian quickly snatched the just-signed contract and stuffed it into the drawer.
Jack's chin hit the coffee table with a "bang": "All dead?" He screamed, "Didn't you say we were safe? How come they are all dead!" "There were many people before, but they all died when they went on the mission, leaving me alone." Lillian said with a wry smile, "Don't worry, the superiors will not give the mission to a team of only two people." Jack couldn't tell whether this sentence was true or false. He stared at Lillian for a long time, then sighed: "Then what is this thing on my wrist? Can I take it off? This thing is annoying." "I can't take it off." Lillian said simply, "This is a mental shackle. Once you put it on, you can never take it off." "What is this shackle for?" Jack asked puzzled. "It is used to limit your ability." Lillian put her feet on the desk, "Don't you find that your ability to transform can only last for a short time, and you still have nerve perception? Even if you turn your hand into a kitchen knife to chop meat, you will feel pain?" Jack nodded stupidly. "That's right." Lillian sighed, "This thing has only been available since the 12th period, and every new member of the special agent team must wear it."
"Why?" Jack still didn't understand, "Why was this thing invented?"
Lillian stared at him coldly: "Because of you people."
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