Chapter 800

Kalifa and Spandam don't have much affection. One of the reasons why the female agent said goodbye to her old boss was to say goodbye to her past self.

Now that she can finally take off the two identities of CP9 and CP0, Kalifa is relieved. Although she returns to the familiar field to continue intelligence work, the navy chiefs are unlikely to send her abroad.

As Kalifa's family expected, after losing the shackles of the Five Elders, the navy's ambition gradually expanded and began to absorb talents with professional qualities. Kalifa's resume is very impressive, and her behavior is normal.

The next day, she went to Rome to report. The second-in-command of the Intelligence Bureau received her. He was very enthusiastic when they met, which was enough to give Kalifa face. The other party wanted this subordinate to get familiar with the Navy's style as soon as possible and cooperate with the Navy Headquarters to maintain intelligence operations as soon as possible.

Kalifa entered the Intelligence Bureau as a backbone staff member. The Navy gave her very generous treatment. She can also enjoy vacations and bonuses every year. It is much more generous than the World Government in terms of giving money.

The newly established intelligence bureau, Kalifa thought it was a large makeshift team. The original intelligence system of the navy was too old and outdated, and the Navy Marshal could not bear it anymore and disbanded them and assigned them to other departments of the navy.

There are many important positions in the newly established intelligence bureau that have not been filled. Kalifa came at the right time, otherwise the second-in-command of the intelligence bureau would not come to pick her up in person.

Facing the familiar work and unfamiliar working environment, Kalifa quickly entered the working state, compiling opinions for the fledgling intelligence bureau, carrying out large-scale intelligence work externally, and paying attention to matters, etc.

Unexpectedly, the work overtime lasted until late at night, and finally two intelligence colleagues escorted Kalifa all the way to find the small apartment assigned to her by the navy.

Due to the large number of people joining the city of Rome during this period, the housing conditions were very tight, and only high-rise buildings could be temporarily built, and each room could be built into a small apartment.

Every person and family member serving the navy as much as possible should get at least an independent room, but this new building is already full, and Kalifa can only choose to live in the old building.

After Khalifa sent off the two new colleagues, she lay in bed unable to sleep, then got up and walked to the balcony to light a cigarette, "The ladies' cigarettes provided tasted good, really caring for women, the tobacco leaves were not too spicy, and even some spices were put in them."

Soon the balcony was filled with smoke, and the insomniac Khalifa smoked one cigarette after another, and each one went through her lungs fully. Perhaps only the nicotine in the cigarette could temporarily numb the distress in a woman's mind.

"Newcomer"?

Because the entire building was divided into countless small apartments, the location of each balcony was similar, and the balconies between the small apartments were very close. As long as you have the courage, you can easily cross to the balcony of another one.

A middle-aged woman with long crimson hair, wearing a green plaid shirt, also had a cigarette in her mouth and was about to smoke. I didn't expect to meet a smoker so late. Sure enough, today is an insomniac night for adults.

"I just moved here tonight. I'm Kalifa from the Intelligence Bureau. We'll be neighbors in the future, so we can get to know each other better." Kalifa rarely found someone to chat with, and the other party looked to be in her thirties or forties, a mature woman. Maybe she could hear a different navy from her.

"Belshire, it's a pity that our family is not a navy. At most, we are the family members of the navy, I think...", Bellshire said this with some lack of confidence, but the family of three was treated very well in the Navy Headquarters, and almost no outsiders disturbed them.

The apartment next door has been vacant for a long time. If there was no place to live, the Intelligence Bureau would not use this room. Some rules have been broken. I don't know if the Intelligence Bureau can withstand the pressure of the Navy Admiral.

After hearing what the neighbor said, Kalifa was confused. Bellshire was neither a navy nor a family member of the navy, so how could she be assigned to this apartment.

Logically speaking, this apartment would only be allocated to important people in the navy. Generally, the families of the grassroots navy can only squeeze into the smaller dormitory space in the outer city.

This is the inner city of Rome, the real world political center and military center. It is a place where you can't even buy a piece of land with money. The navy can't give such an important room to a family without background.

Before Kalifa could expose such a clumsy lie, a little girl cried in Bellhill's house. Soon, a barefoot, silver-haired, red-eyed loli ran to the window sill and threw herself into the arms of the middle-aged woman.

"It's terrible... It's terrible... So many people were eaten..."

Bellhill put out the cigarette in his hand and gently stroked the girl's beautiful silver hair, wiped away the adopted daughter's tears with his fingers, "Illya, you have a nightmare again, don't be afraid, your black bodyguard and I will always be by your side, the Navy Headquarters is the safest."

The other big black man in the room heard the girl crying, and immediately woke up from his sleep, and began to walk towards the balcony with big strides, and every step he took caused the whole room to shake.

Bell Hill hurriedly stopped the other party's behavior, "Berserker, don't come here today, don't you know how heavy you are? The last time you and Illya were sunbathing, you stepped on the balcony and collapsed it. The balcony was just repaired not long ago, don't make me have no balcony to use."

Berserker, who had a single-minded mind, was scolded by the hostess of this house. He rarely showed a wronged expression. Thinking of the balcony being stepped on by him again a few days ago, almost causing Illya to be injured, the muscular man became completely honest.

Illya wiped away her tears, and came to Berserker again barefoot, "When we go out to sunbathe in the future, we will strive for a larger range of activities at that time."

Berserker nodded frantically after hearing what the girl said. Every word of Illya was a heavenly law to the Berserker, and he would follow it in his own way, but he was simple in expressing his feelings, and sometimes he would destroy things when he had a bad temper.

Illya gradually forgot the nightmare just now. After that, she was very polite, greeted the new neighbor sister next to her, introduced her name, and invited Kalifa to visit her home.

Berserker half leaned out of the balcony and greeted like Illya, a little adult. Faced with such a weird family combination, Kalifa planted a seed of curiosity in her heart.

The three people in the neighbor's family did not look alike. They were definitely a reorganized family put together temporarily. Berserker was well-spoken and probably did business on the sea all year round.

Illya was a smart and beautiful little girl. She was eloquent and probably suffered a lot in her childhood. As for the black strong man named Berserker, Kalifa guessed that it was not his real name, and judging from his appearance, he must have emotional defects. He was simply a monster born for fighting.

As a secret agent, Carlyfa had a thorough analysis of this family. She was looking forward to the next day when she would go to the intelligence agency to check the details of her new neighbor. If the other party had a criminal record or was not a good person, the woman would move to a new living environment as soon as possible.