Chapter 1174: Special Agent School (Fifth update, please subscribe)
June of the 15th year of the Empire, Patagonia Special Region.
There are some oases scattered on the wasteland in the heart of the plateau. The vibrant oases form a sharp contrast with the desolate desert, and in this oasis stands a European-style town.
Logically, such a small town should not exist here. After all, this land of tens of thousands of square kilometers has long been designated as military land. Military land means a military restricted area. The several barbed wire walls on the edge of the town also remind others that this is a military restricted area.
Outside the barbed wire, sentries were patrolling back and forth. These sentries wore the same uniforms as the Imperial Army, but their cap badges and arm badges were completely different from those of the Imperial Army. This was the intelligence school of the Imperial Investigation Department, and the guards guarding here certainly could not be the Imperial Army, but the Investigation Department's own internal security police.
As early as 1865, based on the needs of intelligence work, Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang drew on the Soviet experience of later generations - this experience mainly came from movies, and established a groundbreaking agent training system in Nanhua - the Agent School.
The so-called special agent school is not a simple school, but a town. The school is often set up in the hinterland of a military restricted area.
This spy school located in the Patagonia Plateau covers an area of about 350 square kilometers. Like other spy schools, it is more like a miniature city than a school. This school trains agents to work in white European and American countries. It can give every student systematic education on European countries such as English, German, French and Spanish. The northeast part of the school is the British part, the north is the American part, and the northwest is the German part. The south is France, the Netherlands, Russia, Latin and other parts. Each part of the school is completely isolated from other "countries", forming separate urban areas that are not connected to each other.
The sources of agents in the school are diverse. In fact, as early as 1862, the branches in Europe and the United States deliberately took in homeless orphans on the streets. At that time, there were too many such homeless orphans on the streets of European and American countries, including boys and girls.
They received basic education in a specialized school in Nanhua. In fact, at the beginning, the reason why Boss Zhu, who had not yet become emperor, did this was very simple. In this era, white people discriminated against East Asians. In order to facilitate overseas business activities, he needed to train a group of white-skinned but yellow-hearted agents. That’s why he instructed the branch company to take in orphans and educate them in Nanhua. His purpose was to train workers for himself.
But slowly, as time went by, the needs changed, and some of the best students in the "working" school were sent to the special agent school to learn how to become a "foreigner."
Every student who enters the secret service school is not only required to speak the language of the selected country, but also needs to learn the lifestyle of the selected country and cultivate their living habits. They are not allowed to speak Chinese or other languages.
They had to forget their identity as South Chinese here. After arriving at the heavily guarded secret service school, they changed into another identity and became citizens of another country. It was proven that after three to five years or even ten to eight years of study and training, these secret agents would get used to this new identity and completely adapt to and accept this new identity in their minds.
Even if the agent is arrested by the counterintelligence agency of the host country while lurking abroad in the future, they will still firmly remember the identity they accepted and adapted to, and even torture, hypnosis and other means will not make them reveal their true identity.
During the Cold War, Russia sent tens of thousands of such agents to the United States and Europe. Their code name was "submarine", which meant they would stay undercover for a long time, working and living like ordinary people in the host country. Of course, they would enter certain specific institutions according to instructions to obtain intelligence from all aspects. Even after Russia's disintegration, those submarines still played a role.
For the students in the school, they certainly don’t know all this. They just live and study here like ordinary young people.
After the training, Pearson, dressed in thick autumn clothes, went directly to the bookstore in the town. When he pushed open the glass door of the bookstore, the crisp ringtone made Dyson, the bookstore clerk, look up and smile at him.
"Good afternoon, Pearson."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Dyson."
Dyson, who is nearly fifty years old, is not a student here. He is a "citizen" of the town. There are hundreds of citizens like Dyson living in this small English town. They are all real British.
Among them were both English and Irish, all ordinary immigrants. They came to the New World with their families to make a living, and the empire gave them a job. The job was simple, which was to live in this small town. They might be bakers, sales clerks, or restaurant waiters. Their job was simple - to live like they did in the UK.
Of course, they also need to correct students' pronunciation or the use of certain slang in a timely manner.
After arriving at the bookstore, Pearson, like ordinary British youths, flipped through the latest published books, which were almost synchronized with those in London.
Sitting at a small table next to the bookstore, Pearson was a little absent-minded while flipping through the latest magazines. He was already twenty-three years old. After entering this school at the age of fifteen, he had studied and lived here for eight years. He was looking forward to leaving this school and arriving at an unfamiliar battlefield like other classmates to serve the empire.
Pearson has a vague memory of the past. The memory of wandering on the streets has long faded, and the hunger, cold and other tortures have become more and more distant, so much so that he sometimes has an illusion that it was all just a dream in his youth.
Only life here is the most realistic. In his dream, he had a name, but Pearson had long forgotten that name. In his dream, he was a street wandering teenager, but here he is a student at the Imperial Investigation Department's Special Agent School. His name is Pearson Jones.
The town he lives in is a replica of an English town. Whether it is its streets, buildings, restaurants, bars, public places, everything here is exactly the same as the real Britain, and the goods displayed in the shops are all British goods. In addition to a variety of British cigarettes, cloth, clothing, food, candy and daily necessities, students can also buy newspapers and magazines published in sync with the UK, and learn about British news and social conditions from these newspapers and magazines like the British.
They use pounds to pay rent, buy food and clothes and other expenses, and the prices are the same as in the UK. The reason for this is to make these future agents familiar with the British lifestyle and price levels. The investigation department agents in the embassies and consulates in the UK will send the British market prices here every day so that the prices of goods can be corrected in time. On Queen Victoria's birthday, celebrations will also be held here, and people will hold the Union Jack of the British Empire at home to celebrate.
This place is not much more than a "mini country", but it is located within the territory of the Ming Empire. The students live in hotels, apartments, suites or villas just like the British, leading a completely British lifestyle.
Like an ordinary young British bachelor, Pearson lived in a small rented suite. His landlord, Mrs. Smith, was a widow in her forties who provided the tenant with an English breakfast every day, which of course had to be paid for.
Pearson works in a bank in the city, does some speculative business, and occasionally hunts for beauties in bars and cafes - to practice his pick-up skills, and of course he also needs to learn sex skills from the women in the town, and be watched by the crowd. The target may be young or old, fat, ugly, and all kinds of possibilities.
On weekends, they would go to the cricket field to play sports such as cricket and hockey. Their lives were no different from those of ordinary British youths.
Here, life is learning and learning is life.
Just then, Pearson heard the ring of the store door opening, and then a police officer came in, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on him, walked up to him and said.
"Mr. Pearson? Mr. Watson wants you to go to his office."
The policeman spoke fluent English with a slight Scottish accent.
…
A few days later, Pearson arrived at the Investigation Department headquarters in Zhongdu, and after receiving the mission briefing, he met his boss.
Qian Zizhuang put down his pen and looked carefully at the young man in front of him. He would personally meet each "submarine" before sending it out, because this might be their last meeting.
"Did you receive your mission briefing?"
"received."
But it hasn't been opened yet.
"Well, the task is not complicated. It's just using some rules of the financial market."
As he spoke, Qian Zizhuang walked to the wall, opened the wine cabinet, and took out a bottle of the simplest Victory wine.
"Although this mission is not complicated, it is also full of risks. I hope that we will meet again in the near future! For victory in the near future."
While speaking, Qian Zizhuang had already poured him a glass of wine and handed it to the young man in front of him.
"Thank you, Minister!"
When he took the wine, Pearson knew that this was his practice wine.
After drinking it all, he looked at the minister and said.
"Please rest assured, Minister. I will definitely fulfill my mission!"
"Um!"
Nodding, Qian Zizhuang looked at Pearson seriously and said.
"Before you leave, I have only one thing to say - you must come back alive!"
You must come back alive!
Qian Zizhuang couldn't remember how many "submarines" he had personally trained. None of them had returned, but some had already died, either from illness or accidents...
(End of this chapter)
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