My Spy Years

  Chapter 89 Letters from Manchuria (recommendation ticket for monthly ticket collection)

  Cheng Qianfan carefully looked at the class schedule.

  The courses offered by the Hangzhou special training class include:

  Secret technology, intelligence operations, and scientific investigation methods are all 65 class hours.

  Foreign languages, 78 class hours, including Japanese, English, German and Russian, students choose according to their own needs.

  Political training, 39 class hours.

  Firearm shooting, 78 class hours.

  Automobile, 16 class hours.

  Car driving, 65 class hours.

  Photography, 78 class hours.

  Counterfeiting method and grappling method are both 78 class hours.

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

   Rao was that Cheng Qianfan had learned secret agent skills from Comrade 'Zhulin' when he was in Teke, but he was still very surprised when he saw the dense schedule.

  Compared with the courses of the special department, the courses of the Secret Service are obviously more professional, divided into categories, and more detailed.

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

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

  Cheng Qianfan nodded, his eyes seemed to be shining.

  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 unimaginable efforts for ordinary people.

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

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

  …

  He calculated silently in his heart.

   He has mastered Japanese, English and Russian.

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

  Firearms shooting, he excelled at CSKA.

  He has to study other courses, especially professional courses such as intelligence operations and scientific investigation law, which he has 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 reveal that he has mastered it.

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

  However, professional secret agent technology, if it has a good foundation, it will obviously be a doubt.

  He can show talent and learn quickly.

  This is what he needs to be cautious about. 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 choose German, only a dozen or so.

  In the special training class, the students choose Japanese most.

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

  She was surprised to find that this ordinary-looking new student in the classroom 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 20 hours.

   "Cheng Wufang, have you studied German before?"

   "I've been self-study for a while, and I don't know much about it." Cheng Qianfan replied, "Teacher, you teach well."

  He didn’t say that he could speak English and French, and learning German from the same language family would be more effective.

  Cheng Qianfan always keeps in mind that these classmates are the biggest hidden dangers he will be exposed to in the future. The less others know about him, the greater his chance of surviving.

  Huo Shuying nodded, agreeing to this explanation.

  …

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

  When Kawada Yongkichi was arrested, he saw Cheng Wufang's short spear marksmanship.

   Therefore, what Cheng Wufang handed was not a Mauser pistol, but an official rifle.

  Long guns and short guns are completely different. If you play well with short guns, you may not be able to play well with long guns.

  Wandron with his hands behind his back, boy, you have fallen into my hands.

  The recoil force of the official rifle is extremely high. For novices, the strong recoil force will make them very uncomfortable.

  Bang!

  Bang!

  Bang!

  Watching Cheng Qianfan skillfully shoot, pull the breech, and shoot again, repeating the process.

   Very stable.

   "9 rings, 9 rings, 10 rings, 10 rings, 9 rings..." The voice of the target report came from a distance, "Ten rounds hit, the average is 9.6 rings."

   Hiss!

  Wandron gritted his teeth Hanako.

   What kind of monster is this kid? The short gun can shoot a headshot from more than ten meters away, but the long gun can also shoot steadily and accurately!

   All the students looked at this new classmate with surprise on their faces.

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

   "Even in the army, it is rare to have such marksmanship." Someone shook his head and said.

  This new classmate is quite mysterious.

   "Delong, how is Cheng Wufang doing?" Accompanied by Zhao Yansheng, Yu Pingan came down to inspect and asked.

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

  Yu Pingan smiled without saying a word. He reviewed Cheng 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 in firearms shooting." Wan Delong glanced at Cheng Qianfan who was jubilantly shooting, and said with a wry smile, "This kid is just wasting bullets in the firearms class."

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

   "That's fine." Yu Ping'an nodded, Cheng Qianfan was transferred in, and the courses were already tight, so it would be best to spend more time on other courses.

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

  Yu Pingan glanced at Wan Delong, but ignored him.

   Just like that, Cheng Qianfan took a firearms class and graduated ahead of schedule.

  …

   A few days later.

  Changchun, and Xinjing, the "capital" of the Puppet Manchukuo.

  Ta Imai put down the whip in his hand under the complex and hidden anger eyes of the soldiers of the Puppet Manchukuo Guards.

   "Shut up and not eat for three days."

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

  The rest of the soldiers were outraged and dare not speak out. Xiao Shuanzi's father was sick, and this kid went home privately. When he returned to the camp, he was caught by the cruel instructor Ta Imai.

  Break a whip directly, and then lock him up and prevent him from eating. How can Xiao Shuanzi survive?

   A few hours later, Segawa Tavern.

  Drunk Tata Imai walked out with his arms around a woman with a forced smile.

   "Mr. Imai."

   Imai Tai raised his head subconsciously.

boom!

  The gunshot rang out, disturbing the crowd.

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

  The next morning.

  Shanghai, French Concession, Yandeli.

  Cheng Qianfan's residence.

  A postman slips a letter from Manchukuo Xinjing through the crack of the door...

   This chapter is a transitional chapter. About the study of the special training class, there will basically not be too much writing in the future. I guess 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)