CHAPTER 336: CHAPTER 332: INTELLIGENCE ORGANIZATION OF THE NORTHERN TERRITORY

Perfikot naturally knew that someone wanted to assassinate her, even among those people were spies from the Northern Territory.

For Perfikot, who was just an ordinary person before crossing over, espionage may not be something she was knowledgeable or skilled at, but having seen so many spy films and remembering the famous spies from her childhood deeply, she understood the importance of intelligence.

Especially since the former prime minister she most admired in the original world had been a master of intelligence work, she may not understand how he managed intelligence agencies, but she remembered some basic principles.

So, after gaining military and political power in the Northern Territory and receiving assistance from the Assassin Brotherhood, Perfikot asked Claudia to assist the old steward Foster in establishing an intelligence agency for her.

This intelligence agency was similar to the Northern Territory Assassin Brotherhood, but the two did not fall under each other’s jurisdiction.

Although the first batch of intelligence personnel was trained with the help of the Northern Territory Assassin Brotherhood, this was solely for training purposes.

As for how intelligence work should be carried out, what responsibilities they had, and what principles they should follow in intelligence work, all these were done by the old steward according to Perfikot’s instructions.

Even though there were many things that Perfikot herself didn’t understand why they should be done this way, such as the famous "Three No Principles": no assassination, no bribery, no seduction. Perfikot couldn’t quite grasp the subtleties involved, but that didn’t prevent her from instructing the old steward to do it this way.

Of course, the old steward Foster would never go against Perfikot’s will. Even though he didn’t understand it either, it didn’t stop him from implementing Perfikot’s will.

And after he did so, he found that this approach indeed yielded excellent results, and thus he revered the intelligence principles Perfikot had shared with him.

Actually, this was easy to understand; not assassinating proved they had principles and weren’t using terrorist threat methods. Not bribing nor seducing ensured that those who were willing to join and work were not motivated by monetary interests but by higher-level needs.

This made those who turned to Perfikot far more reliable than those bought with money and beauty. Similarly, since they weren’t motivated by money and beauty interests, their actions were also much more hidden and hard to detect.

This indirectly ensured the reliability of the Northern Territory intelligence organization, as the intelligence they could obtain was not for money or beauty, and avoided the fabrication of intelligence for personal gain.

Perfikot hadn’t forgotten the hardcore individual from the original world’s World War II who fabricated an entire intelligence agency.

It was precisely because of such an intelligence agency and intelligence principles that Perfikot was very knowledgeable about the resistance organizations in the New Continent and Northern Territory, even their plans and actions could hardly escape her eyes.

Had it not been for them being relatively quiet lately and Perfikot not having the time to deal with them, these people might have been eradicated long ago.

But just because she couldn’t be bothered to deal with them didn’t mean these people were ready to turn hostile; Perfikot wasn’t planning to deal with them yet.

Especially when these people were still entangled with those from the Three Kingdoms of the old world, the problem became more serious.

The former was considered domestic affairs, but the latter was collusion with foreign forces.

"Miss, should we arrest this group of people? We have sufficient evidence to apprehend them currently," the old steward asked Perfikot.

Perfikot was sitting in the luxurious office of the Lord’s mansion, stroking the old desk brought from Brandelis Manor, her expression showing a hint of nostalgia mixed with a sly smile.

"No, don’t arrest them yet." Perfikot shook her head, rejecting the old steward’s suggestion: "Catch the thief with the stolen goods. Although we have enough evidence to arrest them now, doing so would easily alert them.

So we need to lure them out, have them launch attacks and assassinations at the inauguration ceremony, then after baiting them all out, clean them up thoroughly, achieving ironclad evidence in the process.

Avoid people talking behind my back, claiming I’m brutally ruling the Northern Territory with terror.

Though they speak truthfully, I don’t care much about reputation; letting them talk nonetheless somewhat affects the stability of the Northern Territory.

Therefore, give these people a chance, an opportunity to show who is really conducting terrorist activities to the people of the Northern Territory."

Even though Perfikot practiced ruling her territory with the concept of terror deterrence, her fundamental goal was to maintain stability, allowing the Northern Territory to calmly face the impending apocalyptic winter.

If terror deterrence could maintain stability, let fear penetrate everyone’s hearts.

But if someone spreads rumors, shaking the stability of the Northern Territory, she wouldn’t mind changing methods to achieve better stability.

Upon hearing Perfikot’s decision, the old steward, though not opposing, still harbored some worries and asked her, "But Miss, if we allow them to assassinate at the inauguration ceremony, should we prepare in advance to prevent any irreversible damage?"

"Irreversible damage? What do you mean?" Perfikot appeared unconcerned about the old steward’s worries, waving her hand and saying: "I wish someone would get killed by them to validate their crime.

But since Grandpa Fu mentioned it, let’s prepare in advance. Arrange for the White Bear Knight Order to handle onsite security and additionally deploy an infantry regiment, making sure their attack doesn’t affect ordinary people."

"Yes, Miss." Foster nodded in agreement, but he still posed a question to Perfikot: "Miss, you are their primary target. Should we enhance security for you personally? I think the balcony speech could be canceled due to its risk..."

In Foster’s view, Perfikot’s original plan for a speech on the mansion’s balcony was undoubtedly a very risky move.

If no one was planning an assassination, it was fine. But once someone intends to target her speech, it becomes very dangerous.

Foster expressed his concerns to Perfikot, but she interrupted him before he could finish.

"I have my arrangements for this, Grandpa Fu, you don’t need to worry. Just help me handle other matters." Perfikot smiled, seeming confident and prepared.