My years of espionage

Chapter 89 Letter from Manchuria
Cheng Qianfan looked at the class schedule carefully.

The courses offered in this Hangzhou special training class include:
Special agent technology, intelligence business, scientific investigation method, all are 65 hours.

Foreign language, 78 hours, including Japanese, English, German and Russian, students can choose according to their needs.

Political training, 39 hours.

Firearms shooting, 78 hours.

Automotive, 16 hours.

Car driving, 65 hours.

Photography, 78 hours.

Forgery method and capture method, both are 78 hours.

In addition, there are group meetings, commemorative weeks, etc., all of which are 13 hours.

When Cheng Qianfan was in Teco, he learned secret agent skills from Comrade 'Bamboo Forest', but he was still very surprised when he looked at the dense curriculum.

Compared with the course of the Special Branch, the course of the Secret Service is obviously more professional, divided into categories and more detailed.

"This is the normal course arrangement." Zhao Yansheng said, "You are currently in a special training class, and the class hours will be compressed to a certain extent. However, during the assessment, the standard will not be lowered due to the compression of class hours, it will only be more stringent. "

"Brother, you have worked hard." Zhao Yansheng smiled and patted Cheng Qianfan on the shoulder.

Cheng Qianfan nodded, his eyes seemed to glow.

The class hours of the special training class are only less than one-third of the normal class. To successfully 'graduate', it is bound to pay an unimaginable amount of effort.

However, Cheng Qianfan is not afraid of difficulties, but is looking forward to it. This is a very rare opportunity to improve himself.

Thinking that he could improve himself through the systematic and professional study of the National Party Secret Service, he felt an indescribable sense of anticipation and joy in his heart.

……

He thought silently in his heart.

He has mastered Japanese and English as well as Russian.

For foreign language courses, he chose to take German as an elective.

Firearms, he excelled at CSKA.

He has to study other courses, especially professional courses such as intelligence business and scientific investigation law, which he actually mastered part of when he was in Teco.

However, Cheng Qianfan reminded himself that in such a professional course, he must be more low-key and must not show that he has mastered it.

The excellent performance in foreign languages ​​and firearms shooting, from his resume, is more reasonable, and there will be no flaws.

However, if the professional agent technology has a good foundation, this will obviously be a doubt.

He can show talent and learn quickly.

This is what he needs to grasp carefully, talent and foundation are completely different concepts.

……

That afternoon, Cheng Qianfan appeared in the special training class for the first time.

There are not many students who take German as an elective, only a dozen or so.

In the special training class, the most elective among the students is Japanese.

The German instructor Huo Shuying is a very temperamental, very refreshing and capable middle-aged woman.

She was surprised to find that this ordinary-looking new student in the class was able to keep up with her own teaching progress.

Even his spoken German pronunciation is better than many students who have studied for more than [-] class hours.

"Cheng Wufang, have you studied German before?"

"I've been self-taught for a while, but I don't know much about it." Cheng Qianfan replied, "It's your teacher who taught me well."

He did not say that he could speak English and French, and then learning German in the same language family would be more effective.

Cheng Qianfan always kept in mind that these classmates are the biggest hidden dangers he will expose in the future. The less people know about him, the better his chances of surviving.

Huo Shuying nodded and agreed with this explanation.

……

"Cheng Wufang, come here." Wan Delong, the firearms instructor, glanced at Cheng Qianfan with a smile on his lips.

When arresting Kawada Yongji, he saw Cheng Wufang's short spear marksmanship.

Therefore, what Cheng Wufang was handed was not a Mauser pistol, but a medium-sized rifle.

Long guns and short guns are completely different. Short guns play well, but long guns may not play well.

Wan Delong put his hands behind his back, boy, you are in my hands.

The recoil of a medium-sized rifle is extremely high, and for beginners, the strong recoil can make them uncomfortable.

Pole!
Pole!
Pole!
Watching Cheng Qianfan skillfully shoot, pull the bolt, and shoot again, repeating.

Very stable.

"9th ring, 9th ring, 10th ring, 10th ring, 9th ring..." The voice of the target came from far away, "9.6 hits, the average is [-] rings."

hiss!
Wan Delong gritted his teeth Hanako.

What kind of monster is this kid?A short gun can shoot a headshot at a distance of more than ten meters, and a long gun can also hit it steadily and accurately!

All the students looked at this new classmate with surprise.

"Is this kid from the military?" Some whispered.

"Even in the army, it's rare to see such marksmanship." Someone shook his head and said.

This new classmate is mysterious enough.

"Delong, how is Cheng Wufang doing?" Yu Ping'an, accompanied by Zhao Yansheng, asked.

"Deputy Director Yu, is this kid from the military?" Wan Delong asked in a low voice.

Yu Ping'an smiled without saying a word. He reviewed Qianfan's grades in the infantry department of the Central Army Military Academy, and he was first-class in firearms shooting.

Cheng Qianfan looked at the Czech light machine gun in his hand, his eyes were gentle, he hadn't made out with this old guy for a long time.

Da da da.

"Deputy Director Yu, I think Cheng Wufang can graduate from firearms shooting." Wan Delong glanced at Cheng Qianfan, who was playing happily, and said with a wry smile, "This kid is wasting bullets by taking firearms class."

He often scolds students for wasting bullets, but this 'wasting bullets' is not the other 'wasting bullets'.

"Alright." Yu Ping'an nodded, Cheng Qianfan came in from a class, and the class was already tight, so it would be best to spend more time on other courses.

"Deputy Director Yu, can you transfer this kid to me?" The more Wan Delong looked at Cheng Qianfan, the happier he became.

Yu Pingan glanced at Wan Delong and ignored him.

In this way, Cheng Qianfan took a firearms class and graduated early.

……

a few days later.

Changchun, cum puppet Manchu 'capital' Xinjing.

Imai Tai put down the whip in his hand in the complicated and hidden angry eyes of the soldiers of the Puppet Manchurian Guards.

"Lock it up and don't eat for three days."

"Yes!" An officer smiled flatteringly, nodded and bowed.

The rest of the soldiers dared not to speak out. Xiao Shuanzi's father was sick. The boy went home privately. When he returned to the camp, he was arrested by a brutal instructor like Tai Imai.

Just cut off a whip, and then locked it up and didn't allow him to eat, where would the little embolism still be alive?
A few hours later, Segawa Tavern.

Imai Tai, who was drunk, swayed out with her arms around a woman who forced a smile.

"Mr. Imai."

Imai raised his head subconsciously.

boom!
The sound of gunshots startled the crowd.

In the chaos, a man in a trench coat quickly disappeared into the crowd, passed a cesspit, threw the Mauser pistol in his hand, turned into another alley, and disappeared into the night.

The next morning.

Shanghai, French Concession, Yandri.

Cheng Qianfan's residence.

A postman stuffed a letter from the fake Manchurian capital through the crack of the door...

　This chapter is a transitional chapter. About the study of the special training class, there will be basically no more writing later.That's not what everyone wants to see.

Ask for collection.

Ask for a monthly pass.

Ask for a reward.

Ask for a recommendation ticket.

Thank you.

　
(End of this chapter)