Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

After Ma Liang gave the order, unfortunately all the students did not move. They all looked at their instructor Yu Lexing with inquiring eyes.

Realizing that if he didn't establish his own authority, the next training would be difficult, Ma Liang narrowed his eyes, drew his M1935 from his waist like lightning, and started shooting at the trainees.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

After three shots, all the students ran away in panic, screaming and scattering like a flock of frightened ducks.

Especially the ten female students specially selected by Ma Liang, their voices were so loud that they stimulated the nerves of everyone present.

"After all, they are still rookies who have never seen blood. Even if they have been trained for 6 months, they are still rookies!"

Seeing the people he had selected all performing like this, Ma Liang knew that these people still needed a lot of training, which also meant more trouble.

"what are you doing?"

Yu Lexing looked at Ma Liang in disbelief.

Three students at the edge of the team had their military caps dropped to the ground and sat there in a daze, with the smell of burnt protein coming from their heads.

When the other students saw Yu Lexing come forward, they looked at him half aggrieved and half fearful, more like bullied children seeing their parents.

Ma Liang was wearing huge sunglasses, so no one could see his expression.

"If I don't repeat my order a second time, my bullet won't miss the target next time."

The muzzle of the gun in Ma Liang's hand was still emitting smoke, and Ma Liang's voice was almost emotionless, which made everyone in the audience quiet down.

But the students looked at each other and still had no intention of going back to the dormitory to change clothes.

Ma Liang didn't give in either, and raised the gun in his hand again...

Seeing that Ma Liang was about to shoot, Yu Lexing quickly spoke up:

"Wait a moment!"

"Instructor, may I have a word with you?"

Yu Lexing finally gave in. He was also a famous sharpshooter who never missed a shot. Ma Liang's lightning-fast shot just now hit the student's military cap without damaging the student's marksmanship.

The students might just think it is fast, but in the eyes of expert Yu Lexing, it is terrifying.

Ma Liang was a little confused and didn't know what to say at this time.

Yu Lexing had no choice but to explain quietly:

"Well, you are from the headquarters, so you don't know the situation. In order to prevent the students from "dropping out" midway, the students only wear military uniforms on a daily basis. All the original civilian clothes have been destroyed."

Damn! Is this even possible?

When Ma Liang heard this explanation, he was dumbfounded for a moment. It turned out that this was a big concentration camp!

Helpless, Ma Liang could only give the order:

"Everyone, take off your military caps. From now on, you are not allowed to wear military caps. In the afternoon, everyone will have a half-day off to go shopping in the county town. Each person must buy three sets of casual clothes, including formal suits, cheongsams, long gowns, skirts, and other casual clothes. You can choose any three sets of homespun clothes worn by the lower classes. No duplicates are allowed."

“Cough, cough, cough…”

As soon as Ma Liang finished speaking, a suppressed cough was heard behind him.

Ma Liang, who was already speechless at this time, turned and looked at Yu Lexing. Yu Lexing had no choice but to remind him in a low voice with an embarrassed look on his face:

"Well, well, for safety reasons, we are implementing a closed management system here. The bureau provides food and lodging, and all trainees will not receive military pay for the time being."

Now it’s confirmed that this is a concentration camp.

Ma Liang had no choice but to frown and ask all the students to go to a large classroom to do exercises and write an autobiography.

While the students were doing their homework, Ma Liang took the training meal standards he had set and gave them to Wang Xiang, who was in charge of logistics.

"Please, Director Wang, prepare the food according to the above standards."

"The instructor has additional requirements for meals? Don't worry, I will let the cafeteria prepare special meals for the instructors at the headquarters..."

But when Wang Xiang saw the densely packed list, which included requirements for eggs, milk, beef, mutton, fish, vegetables, fruits, etc. starting from the morning, he was obviously stunned.

At this point in time, even if Master Dai came, it would not be possible to have such luxurious meals every time. However, thinking that he was the prince sent by the headquarters, Wang Xiang still said stubbornly:

"It's a bit troublesome, but I promise to prepare it for the instructor at headquarters according to this standard!"

"Not only me, but all the 60 students I selected follow this standard," said Ma Liang.

"what?"

Wang Xiang, who had just been planning to deduct some money from the students' food expenses to meet the requirements of the special envoy from headquarters, was immediately dumbfounded.

"I'm afraid we won't be able to meet their needs! If we prepare meals for 60 people according to this standard, the remaining 1000-plus students may not even have porridge to drink."

Although the treatment of the Military Control Commission was considered high at that time, it was only limited to being able to eat enough every meal and have some oily food every now and then. It was far from the luxury of having enough meat, eggs and milk for every meal.

Ma Liang smiled, thinking it was nothing, and directly took out 10,000 US dollars in cash from his pocket, put it on the table of the general affairs office of the special training class and said:

"This will not be charged to the special training class. All meals and other expenses will be paid by me. Also, please help me hire some leatherworkers and tailors. I need ten of each. I need them before tomorrow."

This was an agreement reached between Ma Liang and the Military Control Commission. Ma Liang contributed money and effort to help them train and arm a group of elite action agents, but this elite force needed to help Ma Liang carry out a mission.

At first, the Military Control Commission wanted to pay Ma Liang out of their own pocket in order to retain absolute command of the action team.

However, after Ma Liang reported the cost of training and arming this action team, the Military Control Commission was dumbfounded and could only agree to Ma Liang's request.

The students in the advanced class had been doing strange test questions for the whole morning. Their hands were sore and their eyes were blurry. When they finally finished the test questions, that scary instructor came again.

But this time, the instructor walked into the classroom with a box in his hand, and the classroom, which was originally noisy, immediately became quiet.

Especially the three male students who had an obvious dent in their hair, they stood up straight at this moment, not daring to move.

"Relax, remember what I said this morning?"

"Although you are in the military, you are not the kind of soldiers who go into battle to kill the enemy. Instead, you are agents fighting behind enemy lines. So don't be tense all the time. Relax like an ordinary person."

There was certainly no fool among those who were picked out from more than a thousand people by Ma Liang, and everyone began to learn to relax their bodies.

Upon seeing this, Ma Liang also opened his suitcase, revealing a box full of French currency, and said to the students:

"This afternoon, everyone will have half a day off. A special car will take you to the provincial capital for shopping. You can buy the items I requested this morning, or you can buy some other decorations."

"Next, according to the seating order, each of you will be numbered. From now on until the end, you can only address each other by your numbers. Then each of you will come to me to collect your funding. The males will receive 150 francs, and the females will receive francs."

The students were a little bit incredulous. These days, the instructors from the Military Control Commission had been watching them strictly like prisoners, but now they were actually offering to pay them for vacation?

At Ma Liang's urging, the students began to line up to receive their money.

Everyone had a different feeling towards this instructor who pointed a gun at them in the morning but took the initiative to give them money in the afternoon.

Ma Liang looked at these students who still had naivety and stupidity in their eyes, and a strange smile appeared on his face behind his sunglasses.

“Cherish the happy time now!”