blackstone code

Chapter 1584

spy!

A special occupation that existed in large numbers before, during, and after the war, and even in peacetime.

Since the Federation defeated Gefra in the sea, Penteo spies have quietly entered the Federation.

At first, the spies deployed in the Federation were not to deal with the Federation. They were more interested in obtaining some ship information from the Federation, which could greatly improve the situation that Penteo's lack of accumulation in the field of communication technology.

Moreover, at that time, it happened that domestic labor conflicts intensified in the Federation, and local workers were extremely repulsive to immigrant workers. The Federation also changed its immigration policy in a timely manner, reducing or even no longer opening the window for labor immigration.

Investment immigration and skilled immigration became the few options left at that time, but at the same time, it also allowed those who could apply for these two types of immigration to quickly open up the situation in society.

It can only be said that there are not too few Penteio spies, waving banknotes and so-called technology, becoming federal people, lurking in the federation.

They haven't got the manufacturing materials of the battleship until today——

It's not that they didn't work hard enough, but that they miscalculated the complex form of federal capital society.

It is impossible for the construction patents on a warship to be concentrated in the hands of a certain person or company, which will inevitably involve many enterprises and individual patent holders.

In other words, the warships of the Federation are more like assembled products on the assembly line.

This company provides some of their patented component modules, and that company provides some patented mechanical parts, which are finally assembled by the shipyard.

You can't say it's an incomplete battleship, the Federals have proven themselves in naval battles.

But if you say that you want to get the blueprints of the entire battleship and all the spare parts and modules from the shipyard... this may be a good wish.

At most, people can only get a rough hull design drawing of the warship, and some more detailed things are not in the dock at all.

These spies gradually dormant.

Some people became news figures on Bupain Financial Street, and some people became scientists after inventing some inventions that were not very powerful or of much practical use one after another.

Of course, there are also people who become teachers.

In the Commonwealth, there can never be too many teachers, the education penetration rate is relatively not that high, and a large number of public and private schools are under construction.

There is also a great demand for teachers in society.

This teacher, who entered the federation as a "researcher" at that time, got a deep dive order after finishing a job.

He left high-profile graduate school to become a high school math and physics teacher.

In terms of the current backward communication methods, if there is any news that you want to send out, telegram and secret letter are the best ways.

But things like secret letters... To be honest, there is still a chance to send them in peacetime, but now, the situation is different.

Although the Federal Post Office did not explicitly say that it would check citizens' letters, once the letter itself has something suspicious, for example, it is sent abroad, no matter whether it is the Post Office or the Bureau of Investigation or whatever, it will not let it go.

Catch the spy at this time, that is a big case, a big case that can make meritorious service!

How many people are waiting to catch a spy for the New Year? !
So at the end of the day, telegrams still need to be sent.

The telegram was sent in ciphertext code, and eventually the people at Marillo would receive it, and then send it directly back to Penteo.

There is another problem here.

Sending a telegram requires a telegraph machine. At such a sensitive time, an ordinary person would go to the telegraph office to send random telegrams without any logical content?
Compared with other occupations, the profession of middle school teacher is more suitable for this job.

He had good reason to own a telegraph - there were special courses in middle schools at this time for students to understand and learn how to send and receive telegrams correctly.

A middle school math and physics teacher owns a telegraph, isn't that a violation?
At this time, he was sending some of the information he got to the next intelligence station. This information was very important, but in a short period of time, a very important intelligence officer was captured, and another intelligence officer suspected of revealing his identity.

He must send the information out as soon as possible...

After the last part of the content was delivered, he breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was tidying up the table and planning to put away the telegraph, the window outside the curtain suddenly became brighter.

The dark street lights in the quiet neighborhood suddenly became a lot brighter, and middle-class neighborhoods always have all kinds of weird things that can improve the residents' sense of social identity.

Like the street lights in this community that can adjust the intensity of the light, it will be very bright in the first half of the night, ensuring that people can see every inch of the ground under their feet.

It gets dark in the middle of the night.

You can see the road, but it doesn't affect the residents.

Not only that, there were some tire noises and human voices in the distance. The middle school teacher didn't have time to properly put those telegraphs in place. At this moment, he violently destroyed some parts of the telegraphs, and then took out the soldering iron.

He disguised it as the scene where he was repairing the telegraph. Even if someone came to check, he could tell others that the telegraph was damaged and could not be used.

And he, the middle school physics teacher, is trying to fix it!

Two minutes later, he felt that the scene was well disguised, and there was a knock on the door.

He took a deep breath, messed up his hair, ripped off the collar and cuffs, made himself look a bit disheveled, and then walked to the door, "Who's there?"

"...Sir, I am the manager of a community service company, and here are two gentlemen from the Federal Safety Council who would like to see you."

When this middle school teacher named... heard that there were people from the safety committee outside the door, he realized that he had been exposed.

He opened the door generously.

He was alone here, and even if he resisted, it would be meaningless.

On the contrary, it is possible to survive if he does not resist. Although he is a spy, he also hopes that he can survive.

The door opened.

The manager outside the door showed curiosity on his face. He didn't expect that there was actually a spy in the community where he worked——

In fact, they came much earlier than the middle school teacher expected. About 10 minutes ago, people from the safety committee came, and they kept walking up and down the road in the community pushing their carts.

Finally locked into this one.

No one thought that this seemingly very temperamental middle school teacher was actually a spy.

The manager was a little bit emotional, but also a little bit resentful, these sons of bitches!
When the security committee's agents saw the middle school teacher open the door so happily, they also had some smiles on their faces.

"...Sir, you should know why we are here."

The middle school teacher shook his head, "Sorry, I'm not very clear."

He had already thought about how he would answer when these people continued to question him.

But to his surprise, the agent of the security committee said the "Lynch plan", and his expression also changed slightly.

He realized that perhaps this information was leaked deliberately by the federal government.

And these people are the fish that bite the hook.

He did not continue to defend himself, and then he was escorted into the car by the security committee's agents, and his residence was also searched carefully.

After being sent to the safety committee, the middle school teacher asked a question, "Is this a fishing plan?"

The agent in charge of the interrogation smiled and shook his head, "The plan is true, but whether it leaks is not that important to the Federation, because..."

He shook his head with a smile and didn't continue talking.

In fact, this is not entirely Mr. Truman's sudden idea. The Ministry of National Defense reported a follow-up clean-up work some time ago.

They intend to exchange some worthless intelligence in exchange for the clean-up of enemy intelligence personnel in the Bupain area and even the central federal area.

Mr. Truman knew about this, and then he felt that maybe this fresh intelligence from the President's Office would be more attractive than the things in some portfolios!

And it doesn't matter even if the plan is leaked, because by the time the news comes back to Peng Jieao, it may have been several days after the bombing.

The news was leaked from a Ministry of National Defense, and it is said that it was done by a staff member who had just completed an internship and became a regular worker.

Then a whole chain of information was involved, all the way to the middle school teacher.

The next thing they have to do is to pry the middle school teacher's mouth open and ask him to reveal more hidden intelligence personnel...

The agent in charge of the torture took off his coat, rolled up the sleeves, walked to the window, and pulled the curtains hard.

The night outside the window is thick, and the entire Federation is sleeping peacefully.

Except for a few.

At this time, Peng Jieao's local time was only a little past seven in the evening.

At seven o'clock in summer, although the sky is already dark, it is not yet completely dark.

Penteo's society and the federation's society are two complete extremes.

When the people can also send representatives to participate in the management of the government, a society that at least looks very harmonious is born.

The pace of life here is both tense and relaxed.

On the side of the road, outside the door, some Pengjieao people who were about to rest were chatting, discussing work, life, and the future.

For them, the war is actually nothing to discuss. As long as the emperor of the empire has made a decision for an all-out war, then they just need to wait for the news of victory.

This is how people have treated war for thousands of years.

Several middle-aged people were talking about some technical difficulties encountered in the factory, and some quarrels occurred when the discussion became intense.

At this moment, there was a sudden buzzing sound in their ears, and they turned their heads to look towards the sky, but they were not nervous.

"Maybe it's the formation of planes coming back from a mission."

It has long been no secret that Peng Jieao is fully engaged in the production of airplanes. Commoners can often see airplanes passing over the city. It was interesting at first, but after watching them, they gradually got used to it.

only……

"There seem to be too many planes today..."

An engineer in a factory sighed with emotion.

(End of this chapter)