Chapter 68 National Strategic Security Information Management Committee

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  Inside and outside Xiniya City, scouts were sent out in all directions, secret agents were deployed everywhere, and a tight network was set up that left no gaps.

  In every nook and cranny of the streets, scouts were constantly coming and going.

  Under the encouragement of lavish spending and strict discipline in the Duke's mansion, these spies' enthusiasm for work and work efficiency were extremely high.

  As soon as they found a strange face, they would immediately gather around, following Ye Feng's requirements, and quietly tail him. They would see where he lived, who he talked to, and even the toilet paper he used to wipe his butt was secretly reopened and examined.

  The detectives investigated that person's ancestors for eight generations and even knew when he started to stop wetting the bed.

  Within three hours at most, a detailed report was passed through layers of transmission and appeared on the desk of the head of the special task force, Ye Feng.

  Because these people are extremely lacking in work experience, they are afraid of missing out on important information and write reports that are overly detailed. Lord Ye is so annoyed that he has to spend a lot of time on official documents. After a day's work, Lord Ye is exhausted, dizzy and sees double vision everywhere.

  But at this time the situation was urgent, and it was not the time to give them systematic training, nor could they be discouraged. Yefeng had to swallow his anger and endured it desperately.

  Finally, on this day, the maids in the duke's mansion heard Ye Daren yelling in his room: "These idiots, writing about trivial matters is fine, but why did they have to write down the whole process of doing it on the bed? If I wanted to watch porn, wouldn't I just go watch 'Dragon, Tiger, Leopard', 'The Loft', 'Playboy'...?"

  Ou La pushed the door open and walked in, chewing on a big red apple in his hand, blinking his shiny black eyes, asking: "What's that 'Dragon, Tiger, Leopard', 'Attic', 'Flower Master'... you were talking about? Are they good?"

  A gust of wind, speechless.

  Oola asked: "Yefeng, tell me, is that thing good-looking? I also want to take a look."

  Afro looked at Ye Feng who was following behind him and said, "Those are some very professional and monotonous things. You won't like them."

  Ou La raised an eyebrow and said suspiciously: "Really?"

  Aphrodite smiled lightly and said: "Dragon, Tiger, Leopard" is obviously about zoology, while "Attic" is about architecture.

  Euler suddenly realized and said: "So, that 'Playboy' must be about raising flowers."

  Ye Feng hastily nodded repeatedly and said: "You're absolutely right. You're indeed my student, no matter what I say, you understand it in an instant."

  Ou La felt a bit disappointed and sat down in the chair opposite Ye Feng, saying: "Well, that's it then. I get sleepy as soon as I see that thing."

  Ye Feng secretly wiped away his cold sweat, thinking to himself: Fortunately someone helped out, otherwise with Oola's persistence, it would have been difficult to deal with. He thought this and nodded his head in gratitude towards Aphrodite.

  Aphrodite saw that his desk was cluttered with files stacked over a foot high and said, "Sir, do you need my help?"

  Oola walked over with a vigilant expression and said, "What do you want to do?"

  Because the Duke's mansion was short-handed and now in a state of emergency, everyone was busy rushing around, leaving only Oola with nothing to do all day. As a result, he didn't want to be left out either, making a fuss about finding something to do, causing trouble everywhere and annoying everyone.

  Later, Nia had to kick him to Aphrodite's side under Ye Feng's suggestion, letting him bother that damned fox spirit instead. Of course, the formal statement wasn't like this.

  Nia formally called him to one side during lunch and told Oola that he was going to entrust him with a glorious but arduous task, which made Oola happily eat two bowls of rice. Then, excitedly carrying the crossbow, he went to execute the major task related to the life and death of the empire - guarding Aphrodite.

  However, Avril has business dealings with the Duke's estate and is only a weak and gentle woman. Nia just wanted her to stay in the Duke's estate, but did not restrict her personal freedom.

  So, the people in the Duke's mansion suddenly found that the current situation is not much different from before. If there is any difference, it is that previously only Ora was causing trouble for everyone, but now it has become him and Aphrodite together. The only advantage is that Aphrodite has been through many experiences and does things cleverly, winning the praise of everyone.

  And entrusted with the hopes and affections of countless people, representing the incomparably brilliant future and continuously victorious prospects of Western Xia, the hope of revival for the Yurius family. However, Duke Ora, the brave and fearless, wise and intelligent successor, is a troublemaker who constantly causes trouble for everyone.

  Especially after he received Nia's order, he took the chicken feather as a token and targeted Aphrodite everywhere. Faced with such a beautiful and charming beauty, he was completely immune and had no pity or tenderness in his heart. It made all the lustful men watch with envy and feel pain in their hearts.

  Afu listened to Oola's aggressive questioning without holding anything against him.

  She smiled softly and explained, "You see, Lord Ye's desk is piled high with documents, who knows when he'll be able to finish going through them. I just wanted to help him out a bit, get these things processed sooner, so the Duke can return earlier, and I can gain my freedom earlier too. My grain can also be transported out sooner. The refugees will also receive life-sustaining supplies sooner."

  Eula was dazed by her string of early morning words, supporting her pointed chin and thinking for half a day before saying, "Seems to make some sense. Alright, I'll help out too."

  As he spoke, he casually picked up the seal on the table and "clunked" it down on a document with force, looking at the bright red seal print with a sense of accomplishment, nodding his head and saying: "Not bad. Hmm?"

  Oola picked up the document and looked at the letters in the middle of the seal, reading them out one by one: "K...G...B."

  He raised his head and looked at Ye Feng, asking: "What does KGB mean?"

  Ye Feng put down the goose feather pen in his hand, rubbed his temples painfully and said: "The National Strategic Security Information Management Committee is just a small institution I established, mainly responsible for intelligence work."

  Yes, it is now just a small institution, but under the planning of Ye Feng, in the end, it will become a terrifying and deformed giant, with tentacles stretching to every corner of the world.

  It was this terrifying monster that played an irreplaceable role in the successive struggles and made great contributions to the emperor.

  Ye Feng chose this name mainly to get a good omen, you know, in his era, no matter how films and TVs boasted about 007 and CIA, they couldn't hide the fact that they had to be tied together to counter that organization.

  "Cut, the name sounds pretty cool, but it's just a small institution, not fun at all." Oola listened absent-mindedly to Ye Feng's introduction, holding a seal in her hand, "Ding", "Ding", "Ding", continuously stamping bright red marks on the document, and soon covered the entire report.

  Ye Feng smiled slightly, stood up and stretched his waist, moved his sore neck muscles, turned around but saw Afu Luo staring at him with a terrified face.

  He looked down at his clothes and didn't see anything out of place, so he asked: "What's wrong?"