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

At night, Ma Liang entered his observation records into his laptop computer and used the interrogation assistance software used by agents, combined with a large number of psychological tests that he had previously given to the advanced class students.

Ma Liang looked at the six names that appeared on the computer screen. He was sure that there was something wrong with these six people, but he was wondering how many of them were secret agents and how many were underground party members.

When Ma Liang selected this group of people, he knew that there must be underground party members and Japanese spies among them.

The reason is simple. With such a grand enrollment in the special training class, no intelligence organization would let go of such an obvious opportunity to sabotage others.

As undercover agents, they must be both intelligent and brave, and only those with certain abilities will be sent out to lurk.

However, as undercover agents, they will definitely not put themselves in a position where they are under constant attention, so the performance of these undercover agents among the students in the special training class will not be too good or too bad, because they will receive special attention.

Although they are capable of doing better, out of their lurker instinct, they will still choose to keep their performance in the middle, try not to attract extra attention from others, and help themselves hide their identity.

Just like now, who can still remember the name of the classmate in high school who was average-looking, had average grades, and was quiet?

However, they could hide their scores, but they could not hide their high pressure in the face of psychological tests that they had never taken before.

In addition, in script-killing shows, no matter how they disguise their acting abilities.

Compared with the real newbie, he still looks a bit experienced. Some small movements and micro-expressions would appear inadvertently and be captured by the triploid Ma Liang.

This is the reason why Ma Liang has not taught them high-level agent techniques until now. If he does not eliminate the Japanese spies among them, teaching them high-level agent techniques will only cause trouble for himself in the future.

At night, students in the advanced class in a dormitory were chatting in low voices.

"We sing opera every day, have so much fun, and eat so well. I feel like I've gained weight in just these few days!"

“Is this the advanced class?”

"I really want to never graduate and stay in the advanced class forever!"

Dissatisfied with the slave-like education of his daily life, Liu Gongfeng, a college dropout who escaped from Northeast China in 37, was dreaming a beautiful dream.

Ma Liang chose Liu Gongfeng because he received Japanese education from the Japanese army in Northeast China and could speak fluent Japanese that was so authentic that it was hard to tell the difference.

“Tsk tsk…”

"Me too!"

A young man with a simple and honest face was trying hard to swallow his saliva when he thought of the mutton he had for dinner.

"Li Weizheng, look at what you have accomplished." Liu Gongfeng scolded with a smile, but in fact he was also thinking about the past.

"Hehe!" Li Weizhen scratched his head and laughed, showing the simplicity of a mountain man.

Although Li Weizhen's name sounds fancy, his educational level shows only as primary school, but he only attended a private school for two years and only knows a few more characters than Li Yunlong.

As for the test results, except for shooting and fighting which received full marks, all other subjects related to writing failed.

The reason why the Military Control Commission kept him was simple: his shooting skills could cover up all his other shortcomings.

His father was a hunter, and he had followed his father hunting since he was a child. His father was an excellent hunter who was able to send his son to a private school for two years through hunting.

He also inherited his father's marksmanship. As long as it was a gun, no matter if it was long or short, after getting familiar with it a few times, he could hit the target with every shot.

At this moment, Liu Gongfeng seemed to have thought of something and kicked Luo Ping, who was sleeping on the upper bunk.

"Luo Ping, what do you think? You can't do anything again, right?"

"I'm fine with anything. Anything is fine with me." Luo Ping, who was on the upper bunk, said this as expected.

"How boring!" Liu Gongfeng was speechless about Luo Ping's soft character.

Soon after everyone fell asleep, Luo Ping did not fall asleep.

He was a senior agent trained by the Nakano School, so naturally he didn't think that Ma Liang was playing tricks on him like rookies like Liu Gongfeng.

The script-killing game played by Nakano School is more realistic. It directly simulates a family in another country 1:1, allowing students to live in it for a long time, from opening their eyes to closing them, they are pretending the whole time until it becomes natural in the end.

"This mysterious instructor of the Military Intelligence Bureau's advanced class never reveals his true identity. He has never been seen without his sunglasses. His marksmanship is as good as a god, and judging by the training courses, he has obviously received extremely professional agent training. Could this person be the Yaksha who is connected to the Military Intelligence Bureau?"

On the tenth day of the second episode of the murder scene, Ma Liang was watching the performance of Liu Gongfeng's group.

"Bang!"

A PPK pistol fell out from Li Weizhen's trouser leg, and there was an immediate booing at the scene.

"Tell a joke!"

"Tell a joke!"

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This is the rule set by Ma Liang. Whenever he finds traces of hiding a pistol, or a pistol is accidentally dropped during an event, he must tell a joke in public, but it must make everyone laugh.

Don't underestimate concealed carry guns. Even a small pistol like the PPK is a lump of iron weighing more than a pound.

It is a very troublesome thing to keep it concealed so that others cannot see that you are carrying a gun, and at the same time keep it secure so that it does not leak out or fall off during daily movements.

There are 60 people in the entire advanced training class, and almost everyone has fallen or been discovered by Ma Liang.

Li Weizhen was suddenly in a dilemma. He hesitated for a long time but couldn't think of a joke.

But it’s better now than at the beginning. When he first started playing script-killing, this guy would blush like a monkey’s butt whenever he opened his mouth in public, and he would stammer for a long time but couldn’t even fart.

He even caused Liu Gongfeng, who was in the same group with him, to almost suffocate himself. No matter how good a person is, he can't stop telling a few jokes every day!

At least I don’t blush when I speak now, and can continue conversations with other companions normally.

In the end, Li Weizhen told a lame joke, and the other students, who had developed feelings for him through the recent script-killing show, also laughed along.

Ma Liang also laughed when he saw this scene, but it was not because he saw the unity of the students, but because he was looking at these high-potential students he had selected.

After ten days of massive nutritional supplementation, all the students in the advanced class had rosy glows on their faces, and their overall energy and spirit were much better than those of the other students.

It’s time to start the next stage of training!

At lunch time, Ma Liang came to the back mountain of the special training class.

The elite infantry battalion that Ma Liang wanted had already built a temporary military camp here, and a large number of training facilities had been formed under the construction of the battalion.

At 2 a.m., when the students in the advanced class were sleeping the best, Ma Liang appeared at the door of the students' dormitory with eight veterans he had selected from the guard battalion.

Without much nonsense, he threw a non-toxic smoke bomb directly into the dormitory, accompanied by Ma Liang's cold and ruthless voice:

"Devil's Week has officially begun!"