The contract drafted by the Secret Service is very standardized, much more standardized than other foreign organizations in the country. At least there are no such twists and turns. Many things are on the surface for you to see clearly.

Overall, the contract is fair.

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

It is different from the treatment of external temporary workers, such as members who join the secret bureau and become regular members. After each task is completed, in addition to the labor fee, there will be special internal points. From the perspective of the contract... .. which should be worth more than a banknote.

It is clearly written in the contract that such points are redeemed for rewards.

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

Religious practice books, rare magic tools, some special tools made by the scientific research department, and unusual tools that make people flock to...

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

According to the past situation, there are many rules and regulations stipulated by the Secret Service Bureau, but there are very few in this contract, which seems to be specially customized for Chen Xian.

Judging from the several requirements in the contract, Chen Xian didn't need to do much, as long as he came forward when he had a task, he could choose to rest at home at other times, and he didn't need to work like other members.

After reading it several times, Chen Xian also felt that there was no problem. He picked up the pen and signed his name, and pressed his finger print and palm print respectively according to the regulations.

At this point, Chen Xian officially worked in the Ningchuan branch of the Secret Service.

"We'll be our own from now on." Fatty Huo put the contract in his portfolio, put away the usual hippie smile on his face, rarely became solemn, and extended his right hand to Chen Xian seriously, "I hope we will in the future. The 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 could withdraw his hand, Chen Xian suddenly asked.

"Is the cafeteria open?"

Fatty Huo was stunned for a while, as if he hadn't recovered: "It's not... it's not time for dinner yet..."

"Is that so..." Chen Xian looked extremely disappointed.

"Are you hungry?" Fatty Huo asked tentatively.

"Okay."

Chen Xian touched his nose, still feeling a little embarrassed. As a person with a relatively introverted personality, he rarely makes any direct demands on people.

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

Chen Xian glanced back subconsciously, and an acquaintance came in.

Logistics Department, Zhao Song.

"Uncle Zhao."

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

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

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

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

"Old Zhao, what about the others?" Fatty Huo lit another cigarette, and sat on the leather chair with Erlang's legs crossed, completely unable to see what a director should look like. "Didn't you say that the section chiefs will meet today?"

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

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

The person who walked in this time was very unfamiliar to Chen Xian. He was also a middle-aged man, about forty years old. His long messy hair was similar to that of an artist, and the shirt he was wearing had not been changed for a long time. There was 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 his whole person exuded an air of decadence to the extreme.

"Ah? Where are you all?" When he spoke, his expression was still so dazed, his eyes were also very blank, and there were still traces of saliva on the corners of his mouth, as if he had just got up from the bed, and glanced at Chen Xian in a daze, "Are you Xiao Chen?"

"This is Song Jueming, you can call him Section Chief Song." Fatty Huo took the initiative to explain to Chen Xian, his tone was full of undisguised disgust, "Don't look at him being sloppy with a beggar. In the same way, this grandson is the chief of the investigation department, and he does all the investigation tasks of our branch by himself."

"Hello." Chen Xian politely greeted Song Jueming, and took the initiative 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 didn't know how long he hadn't washed his hands, the palms were full of black marks, and the slender fingernails were also full of black mud - these are for Chen Xian, a cleanliness addict. Totally a nightmare!

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

When Song Jueming released his hand, Chen Xian's face was pale, and the black five-fingerprints on his palm were dazzling.

Seeing this scene, Fatty Huo's mouth twitched a few times, as if he wanted to laugh but was too embarrassed to laugh, so he could only glared at Song Jueming and said to Zhao Song, "Go back and find some people to tie him up. , throw me in the disinfectant and wash it again, motherfucker... This grandson is disgusting!"

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." Zhao Song said blankly.

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

This sloppy investigation chief is an alien.

Although he didn't know the origin of Song Jueming, Chen Xian was sure that the smell on his body was very similar to that of some aliens who practiced religious practice, and there was a faint smell of incense on his clothes.

Just as 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 that Chen Xian saw him.

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

This middle-aged man's skin was as black as coal, and it looked a little oily and reflective under the light. There was an extremely conspicuous centipede-shaped scar from his left eye to his chin. In those falcon-like eyes, his eyes were as sharp as steel. The knife, the whole person exudes a very depressing breath......

Is he also an alien?

Chen Xian had some doubts in his heart. He didn't smell a stranger on this middle-aged man, but the strange thing was that he felt more dangerous to Chen Xian than Song Jueming, as if he was silent. The beast walked into the conference room, and the sense of oppression came over him.

"Lao Tu is here?" Fatty Huo sat up straight and greeted the man with a rare serious look, "Aren't you going to work today? I thought you wouldn't be able to come!"

"I'm done." The black-faced man said, walking over and pulling a chair to sit down.

Compared with Zhao Song, who speaks less, this man has fewer words, and his voice is so dull that it makes people uncomfortable, like the dull thunder in the dark clouds on a rainy day, giving people an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Judging from the current situation, this man's identity 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 division."

People from the Armed Forces?

A hint of enlightenment flashed in Chen Xian's eyes, no wonder Fatty Huo treated him so politely...

"You are Chen Xian?" Tu Sen looked at Chen Xian, looked up and down, and then turned to look at Mu He, who was sitting on the sofa eating snacks, with a puzzled expression, "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 beside him.

But just as the cigarette case drew a perfect arc and was about to land, Song Jueming abruptly reached out his hand to intercept it, then took out the only cigarette left inside, and took a few puffs with a smile.

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

"You sloppy ghost... can you take a shower and change clothes?" Tu Sen seemed to be forced to talk more by Song Jueming, and almost squeezed these words out of his teeth, "Don't giveShall we keep the secret bureau?"

Song Jueming couldn't hold his face when he heard this, and looked at Tu Sen angrily and defended.

"I just changed clothes last month, how sloppy is the bath I took? You are unreasonable!"