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

Captain Gao was also confused, but he still took the document handed over by Ma Liang.

"brush!"

"Ok?"

At just the first glance, Captain Gao's eyes widened.

Because he found that the first page was actually his personal resume, including his hometown, educational experience, any romances he had had, who the romances were, what battles he had fought in, what merits he had achieved, what embarrassing things happened to him as a child, and what jokes he had made after joining the army. Everything was recorded on it.

To put it inappropriately, the information recorded above was much more detailed than his personal information in the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs. There were some things that he had even forgotten, but they were all recorded above.

Then he scrolled down in disbelief.

Good guy!

All the detailed information of the entire battalion, more than 20 officers, are recorded here.

"Sir, what do you mean? Investigating us?"

Captain Gao recalled that this week, the students in the advanced class had been going to the guard camp's outer sentry posts in groups of three or five to look for their fellow villagers and invite them to dinner and drinks. It turned out that they were investigating him and others.

Seeing that Captain Gao, the leader of the battalion, was completely clueless, Ma Liang nodded with satisfaction. This was exactly the effect he needed. Collecting information secretly without alerting the enemy, this was called intelligence gathering.

It was not in vain that Ma Liang taught them a lot of techniques for inducing confessions combined with modern psychology.

The stupidest way for an agent to gather intelligence is to steal it directly. Instead, he should gather intelligence indirectly in his daily work and life without leaving any trace, and analyze and combine intelligence through various details.

Seeing that Ma Liang did not answer him but nodded with a smile, Gao Feng's military straightforwardness was about to flare up.

Ma Liang said quickly:

"This is just training, Captain Gao! And Captain Gao, let me remind you that there will be a surprise at the intersection of the highway outside the town at 11 o'clock tonight. You can secretly take people to watch the show."

Gao Feng was pushed back by Ma Liang's words about training. Ma Liang had great authority and Gao Feng could not do anything to him, so he left angrily.

I just kept Ma Liang's last words in my heart.

At the same time, the lights were on in the house of Mr. Fan, a wealthy man and former Jinshi in a small town not far from the special training class.

Master Fan, with his white hair and beard, did not look like an old man at all. He was full of vigor and momentum. He sat on the armchair with a majestic look and gave orderly orders to the servants holding canes and ropes:

"Master, I have a feeling that the people from the special training class will come to our house tonight. We can't let the Fan family lose face again and again. Let's catch them in the trap tonight."

"That's right. If those guys come tonight, we won't be able to escape!"

"Let them know how powerful the Fan family is!"

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"Good! You have high morale. If we catch the enemy tonight, I will kill a pig for all of you, no problem! I will give each of you a dollar as a reward!" Mr. Fan also spent a lot of money.

Soon the servants were lying in ambush in every corner, waiting for the "guests" to arrive.

Ma Liang looked at his watch, then at the moonlight tonight, and said to himself:

"The moon is beautiful tonight. It's a good day!"

Ma Liang then came to the dormitory of Team 1 and Team 2. Before he could get close, a high-pitched voice rang out:

"Password: Be a man like Chen Guanxi, reply!"

"Carry a camera with you!" Ma Liang answered immediately.

Seeing that the thieves were not from Team 3 or Team 4, Liu Gongfeng, who was on duty, immediately shouted respectfully:

"Instructor!"

But in my heart I was secretly complaining, thinking that there must be nothing good coming from the instructor at this time.

In the dormitory:

"Five-meter wind speed, the bullet drops 425 centimeters at 45 meters...drops at 450 meters..." Li Weizheng was reciting the shooting table given by Ma Liang in his dreams.

“Beep, beep, beep…”

"Red, Blue Team, urgent assembly!"

A quick emergency assembly whistle sounded outside the dormitory. Almost the next second after the whistle sounded, everyone in the dormitory jumped up immediately and quickly got dressed in silence in the dark.

One minute and twenty-five seconds later, two teams codenamed Red Team and Blue Team, with 12 people, appeared in front of Ma Liang sparsely.

Ma Liang put down his left hand with the watch with satisfaction, and said with a smile on his face:

"I heard that the armchair in Master Fan's house is made of rosewood from the Song Dynasty. I am a person of little experience, so I want to see it. Please help me tonight. I want to see it before dawn tomorrow. Just be careful. We have borrowed things from Master Fan's house several times. It is said that Master Fan is very angry. If you are caught, don't come to me for help!"

After saying that, Ma Liang walked away leisurely, leaving his speechless students sighing in place.

Since Ma Liang began to teach them nighttime camouflage and stealth techniques, he divided the eight teams into four accommodation areas.

Every day they were forced to "torture" each other by making them touch each other's whistles and steal things, and every night they frequently changed various strange commands for each team.

The training during the day is tiring enough, and the training at night makes people nervous. If someone touches the whistle or loses something, the instructor will have all kinds of tricks to play on you the next day.

"My Lord Immortal, what should we do?" Liu Gongfeng looked at Chen Beixuan helplessly and asked.

Even though many days had passed, Chen Beixuan still felt a little embarrassed when he heard others calling his code name.

Chen Beixuan didn't know why the instructor changed his code name to Immortal Venerable, and he asked Ma Liang when he was in a good mood.

What Chen Beixuan would never forget was that the instructor suddenly raised his chin, swung the hem of his windbreaker, and said in a domineering tone:

"Why should I explain to others what I have done in my life! You, Chen Beixuan, should be called by this code name!" He ruthlessly rejected Chen Xianzun's request.

But now is not the time to reminisce, Chen Beixuan also replied speechlessly:

"Farmer, what can we do? We can't beat the strong! Do you remember how the instructor dealt with the third and fourth teams the next day when they escaped?"

The rest of the people were also scared, but luckily they succeeded the first time they stole the rice jar.

At ten o'clock in the evening, a group of people appeared silently outside the Fan family compound in the night.

The strange thing was that they made no sound when they walked. The leader kept giving orders with sign language, and they arranged in a standard infiltration formation. They covered each other, and under the guidance of the scouts from the Fan family compound, they helped each other from the weak points of the backyard defense and silently climbed over the tall wall...

At the same time, at the entrance of the road leading out of the town, Gao Feng and his guard squad were waiting in the dark.

Soon a man in casual clothes, carrying luggage and looking around appeared at the intersection.

"Sister Ayun, brother is here! Come out quickly! Don't delay for too long, or else someone will find us! Let's go quickly! Let's go to a world for two people far away from the war!"

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"Kua!"

A flashlight shone into the eyes of the person who came, and an extremely angry and familiar voice sounded.

"Your little sister can't come! Your brother Feng is coming! Tie him up for me!"

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That night, Gao Feng, with a gloomy face, caught eight soldiers who wanted to elope with the female students in the advanced class. Among them was a lieutenant deputy company commander and two second lieutenant platoon leaders.