Zuo Zhong taught the students what he recalled from the shooting instructor and the key points of CAR shooting that he had figured out.

In addition to CAR, Zuo Zhong filtered out CQB knowledge from his limited memory and built a simulated house out of cardboard in the police academy for team training.

These things were just a copycat and lacked enough professional equipment, but they were enough to teach the spies of this era, and the reputation of being a master of left-handed tactics spread like wildfire.

Time entered 1933, and Zuo Zhong spent the first New Year of this era in the police academy, playing around with the trainees and feeling pretty good.

Not long after the year, the students of the first special training class graduated and they had basically become qualified intelligence personnel. Dai Chunfeng came all the way from Jinling to attend the graduation ceremony.

Dai Chunfeng first went to watch the drill, accompanied by Zuo Zhong. The students were practicing the so-called Zuo-style action method, and the crowd was dazzled.

Dai Chunfeng looked at it and nodded repeatedly: "Shen Zhong, I need to summarize your Zuo's method of action. Don't keep good things to yourself. The German-made PPK is also good. Now the department is starting to replace the old Browning. The flash bomb you mentioned,

How was the trial going?"

Yes, besides training, Zuo Zhong also developed some new equipment, such as flash bombs.

Flash bombs are not high-end equipment. The structure of a grenade is to burn magnesium or potassium to produce a dazzling and dizzying light. Zuo Zhong remembers saying this in the documentary.

Zuo Zhong gave the general principle to Dai Chunfeng, and Dai Chunfeng asked Jinling Arsenal to trial-produce a batch, and the special training class is now testing it.

Zuo Zhong said respectfully: "Teacher, you see, students are now simulating entering a house to capture enemy intelligence personnel. In the past, they had to rely on shooting and reaction speed to subdue the opponent.

Now with flash bombs, you can temporarily blind the opponent. You are an expert in action, so you naturally know how important this is."

"Haha, Shen Zhong, you really know how to speak nicely." Dai Chunfeng laughed twice, feeling that Zuo Zhong understood him.

A life-and-death fight took place in the blink of an eye, not to mention a few seconds, so you could still catch someone alive. The flash bombs were really good, so Dai Chunfeng decided to go back and order another batch.

On the playground, Dai Chunfeng was very satisfied with the students' strong posture and neat movements. Zuo Zhong was not only a handsome man with a flexible mind, but also had great research on action techniques.

Naturally, Dai Chunfeng would not be stingy with talents who were useful to him. The Zuozhong collar badge had an extra horizontal bar and a small triangle on it, indicating the rank of second lieutenant.

As for other students, the highest rank was sergeant, and the lowest rank was corporal. Zuo Zhong suddenly distanced himself from his former classmates.

Looking at his military uniform and military rank, Zuo Zhong inexplicably thought of the song "Being a Soldier" in Sanmao's Military Diary, and he wanted to laugh a little.

"Shen Zhi, the chairman of the committee attaches great importance to the canned food project, and he heard that you are a fellow countryman, so he specially approved your second lieutenant rank." Dai Chunfeng said kindly, reminding Zuo Zhong how difficult it was to obtain the rank of second lieutenant.

Zuo Chong saluted loudly and said loudly: "Be loyal to the leader, loyal to the leader, loyal to the party and the country."

When Dai Chunfeng heard that he was still in front of the party state, he laughed: "Sit down. When the Secret Service was first established, the Chairman told me to learn from Water Margin. When the heroes of Liangshan gathered in Zhongyi Hall, what they did was action.

And information."

Hearing this, Zuo Zhong was speechless. He really deserves to be a bandit army. Can't we use the Jin Yiwei as an example? We must use bandits and bandits.

Dai Chunfeng took a sip of tea, left Zuo Zhong time to think, and continued: "So the Chairman attaches great importance to intelligence work, and there are three divisions under the Investigation and Statistics Bureau of the Military Commission.

One is the secret service headquarters, internally. The second is our secret service, externally. The third is responsible for postal and telecommunications control. You don’t need to know this. In addition, there is an investigation section in the Nanchang camp, which is responsible for southwest frontline intelligence.

The internal service of the second branch includes the Investigation Section, the General Affairs Section, the Operations Section, and the Communications Section; the field organization has several district stations, in addition to some overseas organizations.

That's probably it. You'll figure it out over time as you get in touch with it. If you decide which department you want to go to, just tell us and the teacher will make the decision for you."

"Students follow the teacher's arrangements." Zuo Zhong said obediently.

"Then go to the reconnaissance section. We happen to be short of a team leader. Work hard and I will be of great use to you in the future. If anything happens, you can report to me directly."

Zuo Zhong was thoughtful. It seemed that Dai Chunfeng had not yet fully mastered the Secret Service. Even the core department's reconnaissance department was undercurrent.

However, this has something to do with Zuo Zhong. Apart from arresting Japanese, he decided to be a salary thief at other times and did not work hard.

Naturally, there is no farewell dinner for the special training class. Those military and police cadres will still work in their respective systems in the future, but they will have the identity of intelligence agents.

Other ordinary trainees who perform well will be added to the internal service department of the headquarters, while those who perform poorly will be assigned to field offices in local districts or even overseas.

Many students came to say goodbye to Zuo Zhong before leaving, and even Gui Youguang came shyly.

Zuo Zhong discovered that before he entered the Secret Service, students were already spread across several departments, which made him dumbfounded.

A few days later, a new batch of special training class members arrived. Zuo Zhong was surprised to find that there were many Jiangshan people, Dai Chunfeng's fellow villagers, among them. It seemed that he was planning for the future.

With so many people involved in the intelligence struggle, how many of them are still alive after driving away the Japanese? Zuo Zhong left the school and headed to the train station in a somewhat complicated mood.

At this time, to get from Hangzhou to Jinling, you need to take a train to Shanghai first, and then take the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway to Jinling.

Five hours after boarding the train from Hangzhou, the clanging steam train arrived in Shanghai, the most modern city in Asia at this time.

Zuo Zhong was not in a hurry to report to the Secret Service, so he found a place to stay at random, called a rickshaw, and started his journey to Shanghai in the 1930s.

Even though he came back from modern times, Zuo Chong was still dazzled by everything on the road, including the luxury foreign cruise ships on the Huangpu River and the Chinese wooden boats on the Suzhou River.

The middle class waiting for the public tram on the side of the road, the poor women looking for something useful in the trash, and all kinds of citizens were vividly displayed before Zuo Zhong's eyes.

At the same time, he also saw the tyrannical White Russian gangsters in the concession, Ah San patrolling with a wooden stick, the gangsters wearing silk clothes while feasting and feasting, and the top managers of foreign companies in sharp suits.

The Chinese people are at the bottom of this biosphere, and anyone can oppress and exploit them.

Along the way, Zuo Zhong saw businessmen oppressed by gangs, children bullied by police officers, and refugees begging everywhere.

At this time, Zuo Zhong suddenly realized why so many people were willing to give up their superior material conditions, even betray their own class, and shed their blood.

After coming to Shanghai once and receiving a patriotism education, Zuo Zhong felt that it was a good thing.

The rickshaw finally stopped at the entrance of the Chinachem Hotel. Zuo Zhong felt that this building would not be outdated even in modern times. It would naturally be more spectacular in this era.

The hotel is located on the Bund, at the beginning of the Shili Foreign Market. At this time, the Bund already had a somewhat later style and was the most prosperous place.

Zuo Zhong strolled around the hotel, preparing to pick some gifts for his family and Dai Chunfeng.

After walking around, I realized that rich people enjoy themselves the most no matter what era they are in.

There are all kinds of fashionable products from all over the world in Shanghai. Even if you don't have them, you can order them through the store. The service attitude is much better than the legendary shopping malls where deliverymen are not allowed to enter.

"Help, please, let me go."

After buying the gifts, Zuo Zhong found a coffee shop to spend time. Suddenly he heard someone calling for help. Zuo Zhong threw down a few bills and walked over following the sound.

Several white drunkards were pestering a flower girl, and the two parties were fighting each other.

But the police officers and Chinese people nearby were just pointing and pointing, and no one stood up to stop him.

Zuo Zhong walked forward quickly with a sullen face. His fighting ability was only average in the police academy, but he could still deal with a few drunkards.

While the drunkards were not paying attention, Zuo Zhong, who was approaching quietly, suddenly kicked up his foot and hit the head of the first drunkard with a whip kick. He kicked him several meters away with a bang. The drunkard twitched twice and became motionless.

Before the others could react, Zuo Zhong pulled the second white man's head forward and slammed his knee into his face, causing the other man to faint immediately.

The last of the three troublemaking drunkards was left, looking stupidly at Zuo Zhong, who was like a tiger descending from the mountain.

"Let her go!" Zuo Zhong shouted angrily in English.

The last drunkard trembled with fright, subconsciously let go of the entangled flower girl, and said tremblingly: "Chinese, this is a public concession, you can't do this."

The patrolman who had been pretending to be dead just now also reacted and ran over cursing and shouted: "Don't move!"

Zuo Zhong ignored them and walked to the flower girl and whispered to her to leave quickly. He wanted to save people, not harm them.

After all, he was also a soldier of the Republic of China, so the patrols in the concession would not take action easily, but the flower girl would be in trouble if she was caught.

The frightened flower girl nodded and quickly shook her head.

Zuo Zhong was her savior. If she left, would she still be considered a human being? Little people have their own views on good and evil.

Too lazy to bother, Zuo Zhong shouted: "Come on, you're just helping me when you leave."

The flower girl nodded, picked up the flower basket on the ground, and ran away. The policemen wanted to chase her, but found that the road was blocked by the onlookers, even if they used batons to drive them away, it was useless.

Zuo Zhong felt warm in his heart. Although they did not have the courage to stand up and resist, they still had conscience in their hearts.

Turning around, Zuo Zhong looked at the patrol officers slowly coming around and said disdainfully: "I am a soldier of the Republic of China, you guys, get out of here!"

Naturally, the patrolmen didn't care about the Republic of China-soldiers. This was a public concession, but when Zuo Zhong lifted up his clothes to reveal his PPK, the patrolmen with batons in their hands suddenly became reasonable and took the initiative to move out of the way.

Is Zuo Zhong panicking? He must be panicking.

Because he knew that if he was really going to be arrested by the police, let alone a small countryman, someone would sacrifice his own son for the sake of the stability of the so-called friendly country.

It wasn't until he walked out of the public concession and made sure no one was following him that Zuo Zhong took a rickshaw back to the hotel.

After this incident, Zuo Chong no longer had any interest in visiting Shanghai. After all, no matter how developed and prosperous it was, it was still a concession.

Lying on the bed in the hotel at night, Zuo Zhong discovered that there seemed to be something wrong with the phone that was rewarded by the system. After a few months, it had not lost any power.

Looking at the text messages, radio and other functions on the desktop, Zuo Zhong thought thoughtfully, and then set a power-on and lock screen password.

The next day, Zuo Zhong took the train again, during which he even tasted the train food of the Republic of China. The taste was hard to describe.
Chapter completed!