Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 147, Section 21: Searching for an Instructor
To be honest, He Ye panicked when she received the call.

Old Ivan called and asked him to come to headquarters. He Ye felt miserable. After all, there had been no news from Yugiri for four days. Now that he was suddenly asked to report to headquarters, it was hard not to think of the scene where he would be exposed and die.

He Ye was already thinking about how to confess and receive leniency.

However, as He Ye listened further, he realized that Old Ivan's tone was not urgent. He simply told He Ye to come over when he was free the next day—but to come before 5 p.m., because he had to go home to have dinner with his wife and daughter after that.

"Anyway, it's not a big deal?"

"It's important, but not really important."

"I see."

beep.

The call ended without specifying what was going on, because the two people's identities were quite sensitive, and many things could only be discussed at headquarters.

He Ye's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally at ease. After hanging up the phone, she sat on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Although Old Ivan didn't contact him because of Yugiri, Heno was still worried about her after not seeing her for four days and not knowing how she was doing. It would be best if sending her back to headquarters could help resolve her psychological issues...

Lost in thought, a white cat crawled onto my lap.

No one is home right now, except for He Ye sitting alone on the sofa, while Nicole is with her friends.

"Meow."

I stroked the cat's fur, and after a moment the cat jumped away.

I guess I'm not good at petting cats.

He Ye let out a long sigh, took off his tie, and decided to take a shower and change to prepare for tomorrow's events. He planned to visit Old Ivan in the morning, since he had no plans for tomorrow and had been doing nothing every day since his vacation began.

He even stopped doing the few tutoring jobs he had.

Although He Ye knows a lot about physics and mathematics, after all, he is a proper undergraduate student, but in this world he has never attended university. In addition to mathematics, the subjects tested in schools in Country B also include classical literature, geography, and Latin-like languages.

He Ye was truly helpless in this regard.

In order to help Nicole pass the entrance exam for St. Servia Grammar School next spring, He Ye hired a professional tutor to teach her, hoping that she would become a graceful lady in the future.

Such a life should not be considered regrettable.

The streetlights shone brightly in the evening, the sound of water gushing from the bathroom filled the air, and the little white cat licked its paws in the empty living room until the key was inserted into the door.

"I'm back!"

Nicole came home in high spirits.

He Ye glanced at the clock on the wall. He was only half an hour late. He had already taken a shower and was wearing a thin nightgown. After greeting him, he made two cups of hot milk. After drinking them, he prepared to go to bed.

……

The next morning.

Inside the office of the director of the second division.

Director Dianeson was sitting on the sofa, accompanied by old Ivan. The two senior officers of the Second Special Operations Division were clinking glasses and discussing national affairs.

“The Führer’s order is quite significant,” Director Dianeson said. “Now that the war has begun, we need people everywhere, but we don’t have many people available in our Second Division. Do you have any suitable candidates in mind?”

"Yes, there is, but we need to ask for other people's opinions first."

Old Ivan flicked his cigar with his fingers, looking utterly smug and seemingly beaming, before glancing at the important document on the table—about the new instructor at the spy training base.

East of Parison lies a forest where CORE's spy training base is located. Due to the recent outbreak of war and the need for manpower, the Führer has ordered another increase in the reserve of spies to prepare for unforeseen circumstances.

However, the selection of instructors is a problem.

Instructors at the training base must be the elite of the elite; only in this way can the spies trained be excellent and loyal.

Dianeson's finger tapped on the paper, which was a spy's file. The man in the photo was handsome, with no fierce look in his eyes or brows, and wore gold-rimmed glasses.

"Von Strauss, with nine years of espionage experience, is one of the top spies trained by Klaus. He's very skilled at tracking and concealing his movements. How would he be as an instructor?"

Old Ivan shook his head: "Although he is meticulous in his work and very good at intelligence gathering, that's all for women. Don't you know how he gets his intelligence? Do you expect our trainees to bring those bookish books, red wine, and pretty jewelry rings before they even go undercover?"

"Hey! Don't be ridiculous. You can't really expect our trainees to learn how to pick up girls before they learn how to infiltrate, can you?!"

Old Ivan scoffed.

Director Dianeson recalled the mission reports he had read before, then sighed and turned the page of his file.

The next one was a woman with an indifferent demeanor.

She was expressionless in the photo; although she was strikingly beautiful, her eyes were as empty as a doll's.

“Fimona, who also infiltrated Country A for six years, is very skilled in assassination. Whether she uses poison or close-quarters assassination, she never fails.”

Old Ivan spoke earnestly, a chill running down his spine as he looked at the woman in the photograph:
"While I admit she's an excellent assassin, having her teach our students would probably leave them with psychological trauma before they even start a mission. This woman only smiles when she's killing; she's completely uninterested in anything else."

"The report even stated that she would first use her beauty to assassinate her target, then watch them go from being the conqueror to begging for mercy in bed, and finally torture them to death with a cold smile..."

Dianesen felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this. The thought of such a scene made him feel that the students would be severely tortured before being taught combat skills.

"you're right……"

Turn the page again and move on to the next page.

The man in the photo is nearly forty years old, of average appearance, dressed in simple civilian clothes, and has a messy, seaweed-like hairstyle, resembling a water ghost that has crawled up from the seabed.

"Heinrich, oh!"

The moment Director Dianeson saw this person, he exclaimed, then tapped his fingers heavily on the table and said earnestly, his words tinged with joy.

"Heinrich, a veteran spy of more than ten years, is outstanding in both essential spy skills such as infiltration and tracking, and combat skills such as close combat and firearms shooting! At the same time, his psychological test index in the organization is consistently above seventy points, and his character is guaranteed."

When old Ivan saw this man, he also raised an eyebrow:
"really."

“Well, if you think it’s good too…” Director Dianeson nodded in agreement.

Old Ivan raised his hand to stop him, the cigar's smoke trail tracing an arc in the air, and he said wistfully:
"But he's currently in the United North and can't come back... Have you forgotten the telegram sent back five months ago? We'll be drawn into the Northern War sooner or later. The Führer has already joined one side, so we sent him to lead a team to investigate intelligence. But the telegrams that came back afterward said we'd lost contact, and even his fate was unknown!"

Old Ivan became deeply moved at this point, shaking his head heavily, as if expressing sympathy for his old friend's passing. Dianeson couldn't bear the sight.

In an attempt to continue flipping through the files to select other, more suitable spies, Director Dianeson found that they were either inferior to the best or worse than the worst, making it difficult for him to identify suitable candidates.

"Ugh!"

Five minutes later, Director Dianeson gave up.

The papers were scattered haphazardly on the table, and the people listed on them were not only spies, but also bloodthirsty madmen and taciturn, brooding types, a veritable diverse array.

"Our spies either have psychological flaws or their own little quirks. Isn't there a spy candidate whose spy skills and temperament are a perfect match?"

Director Dianeson looked up at the sky and sighed.

Old Ivan: "Dorov."

Director Dianeson remained silent for a long time before finally managing to utter a sentence:
"Let's add one more person who's interested in becoming an instructor..."

Old Ivan shrugged and sighed, "Then it seems we have no one else to use."

The two exchanged a glance, tacitly ending their conversation. Director Dianeson silently tidied up the files on the table, neatly folding them before putting them back into the leather file folder.

Old Ivan glanced at his watch, keeping track of the time, thinking they should be arriving soon.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Director Dianeson gave permission to enter, and he had just finished putting the papers away and under the table.

"Director Dianeson, it's been a long time." He Ye clenched his fist and tapped his chest lightly in greeting. "And Deputy Director Ivan as well."

Director Dianeson was quite surprised to see He Ye approaching. Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly remembered something and looked at Old Ivan beside him, hesitating to speak.

Old Ivan seemed to have been waiting for Dianeson's surprised look.

"Ahem... Sit down and let's talk."

Old Ivan raised his hand in acknowledgment, because He Ye seemed too serious, which made him a little uncomfortable. He certainly wouldn't have acted this way in private.

But with Dianeson around, it's not wrong to be serious.

"OK, thanks."

He Ye was completely bewildered, because he had been summoned by Old Ivan, but after searching around and not finding anyone, he ended up wandering around the director's place instead, which was really strange.

After He Ye sat down on the sofa, Old Ivan started chatting about everyday things.

"Oh, my old friend, how are you feeling since you got back?"

He Ye didn't quite understand what was being said. After thinking it over, he decided to first say good things about the organization, since the organization had treated him with the utmost kindness. However, his heart, which hadn't been particularly uneasy before, was now a little anxious. Could it be that they were trying to trick him into revealing his secrets before the truth came out?
“I’m doing very well, I feel like I’m on vacation every day.” He Ye paused for a moment and said, “The apartment room is so spacious that I’m almost not used to it.”

"Well, that's good." Old Ivan gave a knowing look and twitched his right eyelid several times.

He Ye didn't get it and remained silent, thinking to himself, "Why is Old Ivan's right eyelid twitching? Is this some kind of disaster for him?"

At this moment, Director Dianeson, who had been silent for a long time, coughed twice and looked at He Ye directly, asking:
"Actually, the head of state recently gave an order to expand the training base and train more spies, so the original number of instructors is not enough. The director asked us to select a few suitable spies to go and serve as instructors..."

"You've arrived just in time; I was just about to look for you."

"Do you have plans to become an instructor?"

Dianeson asked slowly, looking at He Ye with growing impatience.

To be frank, He Ye is the most suitable candidate at the moment. However, the concern he hadn't asked about was that the leader's recent commendation of him was too grand and his reputation was already well-known. Dianesen didn't want to trouble the base instructors with such a small matter for this young and promising young man.

However, now that it was old Ivan who brought him here...

That means he has this intention.

This is a good thing. At least the second department (Special Operations Department) has selected an instructor and will not be subject to the director's criticism. The pressure will fall on the other departments that have not been able to provide instructor candidates.

Moreover, He Ye is absolutely suitable as an instructor.

He had honed his skills for years to the point where he was competent in essential espionage techniques such as concealment, tracking, shooting, and technical reconnaissance. More importantly, his psychological state and mind were consistently the most normal in the recorded reports. This was why he was initially assigned to accompany the national-level assassin, Miss Assassin, because the organization trusted his loyalty.

As an instructor, one needs not only superb skills, but more importantly, character and ideology, because this is to train spies and instill their ideology.

"..." He Ye was a little shocked when he heard this.

Instructor? What the heck?

He had considered several possibilities before coming here, but he ended up bringing up this kind of thing... He Ye cast a questioning look at Old Ivan, while he glanced at Dianesen, hesitated for a moment, and then gave a subtle hint.

“Well, it takes at least half a year to train a batch of spies as an instructor, and I probably won’t be able to leave Parison during that time.” Old Ivan took a puff of his cigar. “Hmph, it’s a bit of a waste for someone as talented as you, but there’s no other way. I’ve only brought you here out of desperation. After all, I looked at the personnel files myself a few days ago, and there aren’t many spies to choose from.”

"..." He Ye understood his implication.

Serving as a base instructor means you don't have to worry about being sent on missions. However, this might not be effective for a spy like He Ye, since he belongs to the "useful spy" category and might be sent out directly when a mission comes up.

However, if you ask He Ye if he wants to stay here longer, he would definitely like to take a longer vacation, at least until Nicole gets into school and he can rest assured.

"Director Dianeson is also troubled by this matter," Old Ivan emphasized again.

Dianesen nodded: "Yes, it's a bit difficult. After all, a suitable spy may not come, and an unsuitable spy may have reasons for not being suitable."

Why does He Ye feel like these two are putting on a show in front of her?
In short, after discussing for more than ten minutes...

He Ye reluctantly agreed, because he was really bored at home and was counting the number of leaves on his potted plants to pass the time. Being an instructor would not only give him something to do, but also allow him to earn more money and save it up so that he could leave it to Ni Ke in the future.

"So, that's settled then."

Director Dianeson let out a long sigh, shook hands with He Ye, and made up his mind to do the most important thing. He was already grinning from ear to ear, but his face remained as steady as a rock.

He Ye also reached out and shook hands with him.

A moment later, he and old Ivan bid farewell to the director's office, exchanging a glance.

Now that there were no outsiders around, they could finally have a normal chat. He Ye glanced at Old Ivan as he walked and talked, then returned to his office and sat down.

(End of this chapter)