But there is a small problem that gives General Daniel and Colonel McCann some headaches. [They must conduct rigorous practical training for these intelligence personnel, otherwise, they will be a bunch of rabble with no results.
General Daniel and Colonel McCann are willing to take control of these intelligence agencies and personnel, but they are unwilling to allow the Americans to conduct actual combat training on these people because the country is at war.
The guerrillas of the Southern Liberation Alliance are the enemies that these intelligence personnel must face directly. The American officials with blue eyes and yellow hair are their best and most important targets. Neither General Daniel nor Colonel McCann are willing to let them go.
The beauty is in such bloody danger. After some complicated and secret discussions and negotiations, Taiwan's intelligence agency secretly dispatched its own intelligence officers to join the US advisory group in this country to provide direct support to these local intelligence personnel.
Practical training.
This group of intelligence officers from Taiwan are all yellow-skinned Asians. They are almost the same as local military officers and intelligence personnel, and communication with each other is natural and easy. They blend in with the agents of the local intelligence organization and are inconspicuous.
Will not be an obvious target for enemy attacks.
It is for this reason that Zuo Shaoqing was secretly dispatched to this country by Taiwan's Defense Intelligence Agency and stationed at the Cam Ranh Bay military base to be responsible for training local lower-level intelligence personnel.
At this time, in the Cam Ranh Bay military base, Zuo Shaoqing was slowly and unnoticed walking through a row of barracks and walking into his dormitory in the corner.
She opened the door loudly and stood at the door with cold eyes, looking and observing her dormitory carefully. The dormitory was divided into two parts, the north and the south. The south was her dormitory and office. The north had a small kitchen and a
Smaller bathroom.
She vaguely felt that someone had entered her dormitory.
Although Zuo Shaoqing was uneasy, she actually found no obvious signs that anyone had entered her dormitory. Her dormitory was always so clean and tidy, with all the items in their original places, and there was no trace of anyone moving them.
She just vaguely smelled the stranger's scent.
This country is located near the equator. There is not much temperature difference throughout the year, and it is not even possible to distinguish four seasons. It can only be simply divided into dry season and rainy season. Now is the dry season.
There is less rain in the dry season. Compared with the rainy season, it feels drier. Therefore, in the dry season, people bathe less often than in the rainy season, and their bodies smell more of sweat. These smells or sweat
The taste cannot be concealed by Zuo Shaoqing's keen sense of smell.
She walked slowly in the room. The sun shone softly on the floor, the white gauze curtains swayed slightly in the wind, the air floated strangely, and there was a hint of sinister hidden in the silence.
She inspected every item in the room, looking for clues. Especially under the bed, in the corners, under the table and near the power plug. She didn't believe that someone would install a bug in her room. The local secret agents were not that high-level.
She didn't have the qualifications to do so, and she didn't have such equipment. She was worried about explosives. She knew that if she was in danger, she would definitely die.
Local agents have only one word for suspects, which is "kill"! If they can't kill in public, they kill in secret! Or on the contrary, if they can't kill in secret, they kill in public. The best and safest way is to blow you up.
Zuo Shaoqing's first consideration was whether there were any items or words in this room that might reveal her identity. She knew without thinking that there was absolutely none. This most basic safety measure had long been integrated into her blood.
Back then, her sister You Shaoqing escaped from Tiaoshan. Ye Gongjin sent people to search her dormitory and office closely, but nothing suspicious was found. This is why. She believed in her prudence and vigilance.
What she has to consider now is how to protect her own safety from now on.
She walked to the bed, gently lifted up the sheets that almost reached the ground, and carefully got under the bed to make sure there was nothing abnormal. She pulled out an old canvas box and opened the lock gently and cautiously. She opened the lid of the box.
After checking the items and clothes inside, there seems to be no trace of tampering.
She felt along the edge of the box and quickly took out a leather sheathed dagger from under her clothes.
This is a dagger used by the U.S. Special Forces in World War II. The handle has anti-slip grooves and has an excellent grip. The tip of the knife is sharpened on both sides, and it pierces the human body as neatly as a piece of tofu. The blade is edged on one side, and the back is sharp.
Thick and strong. The blade is phosphated and rust-proofed, making it particularly suitable for use in humid tropical jungles. The phosphated blade surface is covered with a mist-like white light. This kind of knife will not expose the target due to reflection. This kind of dagger
There are two types: long and short. The one in Zuo Shaoqing's hand is the short one.
She hung the dagger on the belt on her lower back.
After that, she reached into the other side of the box. For a moment, the hairs all over her body stood up, and the cold wind flowed down her back like water. Her fingertips did not touch what she was looking for. She
Her fingers instinctively moved forward an inch before she touched something hard and cold. At this point, she was convinced that someone had really entered her room and searched the canvas box.
What she took out from the box was a small and exquisite Walter
K-type pistol. This is a small pistol. It was designed and produced by the German arsenal during World War II. But the gun in her hand was produced by the French mnurn factory and used a 7.65mm Browning pistol.
, magazine capacity is 8 rounds. This pistol has a simple structure. Although it uses a 7.65 mm pistol, the recoil is very small and is easy to control. The pistol is inserted into a half-type holster. Unlike other holsters, this gun
There is also an endless belt on the back of the cover.
Zuo Shaoqing checked the pistol and the gun and confirmed that there was no problem. Without thinking about it, she directly lifted up her trouser legs and buckled the ring belt behind the holster around her ankle. She thought calmly that from today on, this knife cannot be used for a moment.
Leave her body.
Zuo Shaoqing never expected that the safety measures she took would play a vital role that night and save her life.
At three forty-five in the afternoon, Zuo Shaoqing left her room quietly. At four o'clock in the afternoon, there was a routine training class. She had to teach the intelligence officers who had been drawn from various systems. It lasted two hours.
.
Zuo Shaoqing walked around the court, walked through a flower garden, and walked towards a lonely small building in the northwest corner. That was where the Intelligence Division of the US Army Advisory Group trained intelligence personnel. The location was remote and unnoticed.
When Zuo Shaoqing walked to the front of the building, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and tied his long shawl hair loosely behind his head. Since leaving Taipei and arriving at Cam Ranh Bay, Zuo Shaoqing no longer tied her hair behind her head. She tried her best
Just like the local girls, she wears her hair shawl-length. Every morning and evening, she brushes her hair with a hairbrush to make it shiny and straight.
In this military base, there are also some local girls who work as waiters in restaurants or cafes. Perhaps to indicate their identity, they usually wear an unmarked military uniform, top or pants.
Zuo Shaoqing understands the unique dressing style in this base, and the clothes she wears are also the same. But she does not wear a US military uniform, but a government military uniform, and only wears one. Or an unmarked military top.
, underneath is a local tube skirt, or a pair of military trousers, with a pinstriped floral shirt on top, and a very ordinary canvas satchel on the back.
When Zuo Shaoqing walked into the so-called classroom, most of the officers who had come for training had already arrived. When they saw Zuo Shaoqing coming in, they immediately stood up respectfully and said unevenly: "Good afternoon, Mattem."
They called her Madam. This was a title that once made her unable to recover. She later remembered that she was actually married. Her man's name was Hong Shankui, a man as strong as a bear. He died almost two years ago.
Ten years ago. She believed that no one knew about this old event that had long been submerged in her memory. They called her "Mattem", so it was not accurate, but she didn't want to correct it. She vaguely thought that she was already thirty-seven years old.
, but still single.
At times like this, her thoughts would fill up like a fog. Standing in the fog was the man named Du Ziyuan who was deeply engraved in her heart.
Perhaps, all the officers believed that a woman of this age must have been married.
Zuo Shaoqing put her canvas satchel on the lecture table, smiled and nodded to the short, fat or thin officers, "Good afternoon, please feel free to do so." She said softly.
Aben, Li Yuanben, a captain intelligence officer from the staff office of the 15th Division of the government army, walked towards her with a smile, opened the silver cigarette case and brought it to her, "Mattem, there are still a few minutes, please smoke a cigarette.
branch."
Zuo Shaoqing nodded, took out a cigarette, and lit it with Captain Aben's lighter. She walked forward as relaxed as possible, leaned on the stage, smoked the cigarette, and admired the scenery outside.
The officers all relaxed and sat down again to continue talking about the topic they had just talked about.
However, it was not like this when Zuo Shaoqing showed up here on the first day to teach these officers.
The traditionalization of the country is also deeply rooted in this small South Asian country. When Zuo Shaoqing walked into the classroom, he showed no respect and did not stand up. The intelligence officers were still sitting on the table chatting loudly. They did not expect the person who taught them the intelligence class.
It would be a woman, and she would be a Chinese. They continued to laugh loudly as if they had not seen her, showing malice from the corners of their mouths, and squinting at this woman with contempt.
Zuo Shaoqing stood at the door for a minute. Colonel McCann, who accompanied her, looked at her with a decent smile on his face, as if he didn't want to correct this embarrassing situation.
Zuo Shaoqing turned back to him and said softly: "Thank you, sir, for coming with me. I'm going to start class." She put her hand on the door handle, indicating that he could leave.
Principal McKenzie nodded, turned and left. Zuo Shaoqing closed the double-open heavy wooden doors behind him. She later found out that he had not left, but was standing in the corridor, listening to the movements in the classroom. Zuo Shaoqing
She didn't care about it. After closing the door, she slowly walked to the other side of the classroom and closed the open doors one by one.
The officers were a little surprised by this. They were still talking and laughing, just following her from the corner of their eyes.
Zuo Shaoqing returned to her desk and looked around calmly. Then, she pulled out her pistol, raised it with both hands, and aimed at the white wall opposite. A trace of murderous intent oozed from the corners of her cold mouth.
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