Bogner frowned and said, "His identity is absolutely fine."

Fang Han shook his head: "That may not be."

"What do you mean?" Bogner's face changed: "Is he fake?"

Fang Han said: "You need to investigate this."

"That's a problem!" Bogner shook his head and whispered.

If this Davenport is true or false, then the problem will be big. Every time the field office returns after completing the task, it will undergo a physical examination. In fact, the DNA has been secretly compared to prevent this situation.

Before being transferred to the CIA building, the staff will also undergo a strict inspection. Not everyone can come to work here. It has been prevented that someone will be transferred to the CIA to destroy it.

If it is true or false, there is only one situation where he can pass the DNA test - someone helps to adjust the package in the middle, and the inside and outside are combined. There is currently no technology for DNA fraud.

This is likely to bring out a series of people, and it will be a scandal if it is rumored out.

Fang Han spread his hands: "I don't get involved in this matter, you can do it yourself... Is there any problem with the candidate?"

Bogner was absent-minded: "No problem."

Fang Han said: "I will conduct special training. Can they endure hardship?"

"Absolutely no problem." Bogner withdrew his mind and smiled: "At being able to enter the CIA is a strong person with excellent psychological quality, and the weak are not qualified to come in."

Fang Han nodded: "That's good, I will take these ten back to the manor."

Bogner was stunned: "Don't you train here?"

Fang Han shook his head.

"Okay, I understand. Kung Fu is a secret! "Borgner said helplessly: "How long does it take to train?"

"Try it for one month first." Fang Han said: "No trouble me this month."

"You really don't want to help?" Bogner didn't give up.

Fang Han waved his hand: "Just spare me!...Borgner, you only see danger. You don't see opportunities. This is your chance to go further!"

Bogner frowned and thoughtfully, admitting that Fang Han was right. He was just thinking about trouble just now, but he didn't expect this level.

It is very difficult for me as an intelligence analysis supervisor to go further, unless I make a significant contribution, but it is difficult for me to make great contributions as an internal clerk. This time...

"Okay, I'll try!" Bogner's ambitions and slapped his thighs violently, and he was energetic: "I'll call you!"

He picked up the phone and ordered, then sat back on the sofa, and smiled and said, "Fang Han, do you think Davenport is really a person of justice and order?"

Fang Han said: "It's almost the same as ten. These guys taste very special, the Black God..."

Because he had devoured the spiritual power of the Black Heaven God statue, he was particularly sensitive to people who believed in the Black Heaven God, and he could discover it as soon as he got close.

Bogner rubbed his eyebrows and smiled bitterly: "These guys are so terrible, it's so troublesome!"

"Boguya is not honest?" Fang Han asked.

Bogner shook his head: "It's too honest. I feel something is wrong, but I can't find the reason. Why don't you help me?"

Fang Han waved his hand and said, "I still have some serious business!"

Justice and order are too troublesome. No matter how powerful one is, it is useless. Those who are not afraid of death are fearless and have very terrible destructive power. If he is alone, it would be fine. He has several girlfriends, so he doesn't want them to be afraid.

He can protect them from danger, but he cannot prevent them from being frightened. They are ordinary women, without a strong mind as strong as steel, and need gentle care instead of experiencing the sinister hearts and cruel world.

Bogner said angrily: "Don't forget that you have Level 4 permissions!"

Fang Han said: "That was obtained by the credit!"

"If you have authority, you have responsibility!"

"Stop talking nonsense, think of a solution for yourself." Fang Han disagreed.

"Oh..." Bogner looked at him helplessly and smiled bitterly: "Fang Han, why bother so much?"

Fang Han said seriously: "Clara's injury has not healed yet, and she has not recovered from the blow of losing Denak. You can't do the important thing!"

"...Okay OK, I understand!" Bogner hummed unwillingly.

Fang Han was very concerned about Clara and could not move him. As long as Clara was held responsible, he would have to help if he didn't help.

Thinking of this, Bogner shook his head and sighed, knowing that this plan would not work. If he really wanted to be strong, he would anger Fang Han and it would not be worth the loss.

The glass door was pushed open, and ten young women with slim figures came in one after another, with a nice face, looking at Bogner and Fang Han curiously.

"Miranda, you have a new task." Bogner returned to the back of his desk and sat down, holding the table and said in a deep voice: "Receive Fang Han's training for one month."

Ten beauties stood in a row, which was very visually impactful.

"Borgner, what training do we need?" asked a 20-year-old blonde woman who was as full as a peach.

She has long and charming eyes, her eyes are as blue as the sky, with slightly thick red lips, and she stands up to show her temptation and charm.

Fang Han sighed inwardly that this was a beauty, which was completely different from Clara. Clara was sweet, while she was seductive.

Bogner said: "Fang Han wants to pass on your kung fu."

"Kung Fu?" Ten women looked at Fang Han, who had seen the famous super police officers and knew what he was doing in CIA.

Bogner said: "Miranda, you must seize the opportunity and work hard, there are not many such opportunities!"

A pretty and thin woman said, "Borgner, we are doing intelligence, not 007, what's the use of kung fu?"

Fang Han coughed lightly and smiled, "Clara has practiced Kung Fu, you should see her changes. This is the effect of Kung Fu."

Their eyes suddenly lit up and they looked at each other.

They had a good relationship with Clara, and they became more intimate for a while. They carefully comforted her and helped her get out of the low point.

Clara became slimmer and graceful, and her skin became white and delicate, and her face was radiant. She was really different.

They were still wondering, they were obviously very sad, and there was haggard between their eyebrows, so why did they get better? It was too unreasonable!

For women, beauty is the greatest driving force.

Fang Han's eyes flew over their faces one by one. Their faces turned solemn, and Fang Han's eyes seemed to be the essence. It fell on his face coldly and numb.

Seeing that they all became honest, Fang Han said in a deep voice: "Everyone, will the CIA's enemies let you go because you are the internal staff? Don't be naive, you are the ones they want to kill!... Justice and order are an example!"

Ten women pursed their lips and didn't say anything.

Fang Han snorted coldly: "Do you want to learn from you? But once you join, you will never withdraw, otherwise you will be treated as a deserter. Wait for going to the military court!"

"And I would like to remind you in advance that this training will be very painful, reaching your limit, and even more painful than falling into the hands of the enemy. Without a firm will, you must think carefully."

"Mr. Fang, why does it make us suffer when we learn kung fu?" asked Miranda.

Fang Han said: "The best time to practice kung fu is eight years old. You can get started without distracting thoughts. It is difficult for you to get started with too many distracting thoughts at your age, so you can only use special methods."

"What's the solution?"

"It will cause you to suffer great pain, make your mind blank, experience the existence of your body in the limits, and stimulate your potential."

"What kind of pain?"

"It's like a thousand knives cutting bones." Fang Han said: "Otherwise, you can experience it first, and then consider whether you should join?"

"Yes, this is a good idea." Bogna nodded quickly.

Fang Han glanced at him: "Are you sure you really want them to give it a try?"

"Try it! Try it!" Bogner hurriedly said.

Fang Han shook his head: "If I were you, I wouldn't agree."

"What if they really can't stand it!" Bogner said: "Nothing happens."

Fang Han shook his head helplessly at him: "Okay, just try it. Do you all want to try it?"

"Of course." Lucy Dow.

Fang Han stepped in front of her and pointed at her shoulder. He then clicked through the other nine women, then sat on the sofa and shook his head at Bogner.

Bogner was guilty of being seen by him and encouraged himself: "They are fine!"

Fang Han shook his head and said, "People need to be forced. After they agree, they can suffer as much as possible. Now, no one can keep hatred!"

"You underestimate them too much!" Bogna said stubbornly.

Fang Han shook his head and refused to speak.

They were expressionless, trembling all over, but stood steadily, as if they were statues nailed to the ground, and their foreheads were covered with sweat.

Fang Han pointed to the teacup, and Bogner said angrily: "Do it yourself!"

Fang Han shook his head, brewed a cup of tea for himself and sat down. After a while, their faces were full of sweat and fell onto the carpet.

Bogner stared at them. They must have suffered a lot of pain, and they could not move or speak. The expressions on their faces were fixed. Fang Han's method was too scary.

He looked at Fang Han who was sucking tea: "Is there no problem?"

"Don't worry." Fang Han replied lightly with his eyelids drooping.

"It's almost done," Bogner advised.

Fang Han said: "There is no shortcut to practicing Kung Fu, you have to pay as much as you gain."
To be continued...