Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Chapter 708 This Station Master Determines to Get

Mountain city, banquet building.

This restaurant is close to Luojia Bay. At the beginning, business was not good because everyone knew that Luojia Bay was a spy den and they were unwilling to eat here, mainly because it was inconvenient to talk.

But later, as the Military Control Commission's headquarters grew larger and larger, with more and more people, the restaurant's business became better and better.

Logically speaking, as a secret agent, you shouldn't eat in such a place.

But rules are rules after all. The Military Control Commission doesn't allow people to marry wives, but those people still marry concubines one after another, don't they?

When it comes to eating, the Military Control Commission headquarters often says: "I'm not a hard-working field officer. What's wrong with eating and drinking during my vacation? I've made such a great contribution to the war of resistance, and I'm not allowed to eat and drink a little?"

It is said that a group lurking in Jiangcheng was almost wiped out some time ago, and the only remaining liaison officer ran back after going through untold hardships. The director of the First Department arranged for the Military Intelligence Section to treat him to dinner and drinks, which was considered to calm his nerves.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly got furious while drinking, smashed the wine glass, overturned the table, and tore his clothes, revealing several bullet holes. "They say that the front is tight and the back is tight. I just heard you say that eating and drinking is a common thing, but it is also common for us to be shot at the front! There are six brothers in a group, and I am the only one who came back. Do you bastards deserve them!"

The news quickly spread throughout the headquarters, but most people didn't take it seriously.

Although we are all fighting in the War of Resistance, the division of labor is different. The people in our headquarters are either direct descendants, or have strong connections, or are elites with excellent grades from training classes. If they are sent to the enemy-occupied areas as cannon fodder, wouldn’t that be a waste?

Even if you want to go, you should go to be a director or even a deputy station chief. To be an operative or a liaison officer? Not even a dog would go!

This matter didn't even reach the ears of Boss Dai. The angry liaison officer was quickly isolated and investigated. Everyone else died, but you ran back. You said you had no problem, but who would believe you?

This is the style of the Military Control Commission.

The banquet building is a two-story wooden building with several private rooms upstairs. It is not open to ordinary staff of the Military Control Commission. Only officials of a certain level can go upstairs to eat.

Since the Japanese began to frequently bomb the mountain city, this layout has been reversed.

The first floor is divided into several private rooms, and the second floor is for scattered seating.

In case of enemy bombing, it would be more convenient to escape from the first floor.

I have to admire the store owner's ingenuity!

There were two people sitting in the Tianhao private room today. The one sitting there was fat, with a broad mouth, and looked quite rough.

The guy sitting in the main seat has a scholarly look, gentle and elegant, a complete housewife killer.

The man raised his glass and said, "Lao Zhang, since you went to the Disciplinary Committee and I went to the Second Hall, we haven't met many times, but our friendship as old classmates remains unchanged. Come, I'll toast you a glass!"

The fat Commissioner Zhang usually values ​​friendship the most. Upon hearing this, he picked up his wine glass and said, "Damn it, Brother Chen, don't say these flowery words. Today, I, Zhang, will drink until the cup is empty, and I will not make any conditions. You don't know that the old man of the bureau is very strict now. It's okay for the subordinates, but those of us with a certain level can't go out to drink casually. Today, I, Zhang, came here with you, and I am also taking certain risks. Come on, let's drink!"

"Why do you say you're the most straightforward? Well, actually I asked you to drink because I wanted to see you more. To be honest, I'm going back to the North."

"Oh? Brother Chen has only been back for half a year, why are you going back again?"

The man surnamed Chen smiled but said nothing.

Commissioner Zhang rolled his eyes and said, "Ahahaha! You are not honest. You are unwilling to tell others about good things. What? You got promoted?"

"I can't talk about promotion. Thanks to Director Zheng for letting me go to the north to be a general contact person. You know, our Second Department is not like our Military Control Commission. We have stations all over the country. We are engaged in military intelligence. The north was originally behind enemy lines, and Jiangcheng is the front line. But I don't know what happened. The department attaches great importance to the north this time. They sent people and allocated funds to let me prop up the north. This is not an easy job!"

Commissioner Zhang nodded, "Yes, you have to be more careful. We also suffered heavy losses in the north before. From several stations outside the pass to Beiping, Baocheng, Tianjin and other places, I don't know how many times the Japanese attacked us and how many people died. It's really a den of dragons and tigers!"

"Brother Zhang, that's not right. We heard that you have made great achievements. Oh, and the death of Wu Yimin a few days ago was reported in the newspapers. Did you do it? You seem to have some kind of anti-traitor group, right? It's really useful!"

After drinking another glass of wine, Commissioner Zhang chuckled, "What kind of anti-traitor group! Let me tell you, the anti-traitor group is made up of students, what good are they? This time it was actually a blessing in disguise. The Jinmen Station was originally destroyed by the Japanese, but I didn't expect that the old man had a backup plan and sent a new station chief. I'm not exaggerating, this station chief is really good. After arriving in Jinmen, he started to rectify the station affairs. It's only been a short time, and he can already carry out the punishment and sanction mission!"

Seeing that Commissioner Zhang was drunk, the man surnamed Chen struck while the iron was hot, "So powerful? Could it be our old classmate? That shouldn't be the case. I haven't heard of anyone going to the north?"

"Ha! Don't guess! Even I don't know. To be honest, it's rare to have such a high level of confidentiality. Other station chiefs at least let us know who they are, but we just can't contact them at will. We don't know who this one is at all. The contact of Tianjin Station goes through us, but the telegrams of this station chief are directly delivered to the bureau chief!"

"so smart!?"

"How could it be false? Let's not talk about anything else, just the assassination of Wu Yimin this time. How to scout the location, how to implement it, how to escape if successful, how to deal with the weapons, how to escape if failed, everything was planned out in advance. I have been working in the punishment department for several years, and this is the first time I have seen such a complete plan!"

"Brother Zhang, come on, have another drink. You really need to tell me about this. You know, I'm not sure what to do when I go to the north. You have a lot of experience. If I can learn a few tricks from you, it will be enough for me!"

"This is against the rules!"

"You and I are old classmates at Huangpu, and we are both from the Fuxing Society. If there is anything that we should do that violates the rules, please teach me a few tricks. I will do well in the north, and I will come back to make a name for you!"

Member Zhang usually has a high alcohol tolerance. He was extremely happy to see his old classmates today. He felt dizzy after just a few drinks, but his spirits were high.

He has always been a man of the most outrageous character, and when he heard that this brother wanted to make a name for him, he couldn't stop talking.