spy!

A special occupation that exists in large numbers before the war, during the war, after the war and even in peacetime.

Since the Federation defeated Gafra in the sea, Pongio spies have quietly entered the Federation.

At first, the spies in the federation were not to deal with the federation. Their more idea was to get some ship information from the federation, which could greatly improve the situation of Penggio's insufficient precipitation in the field of communication technology.

And at that time, it happened to encounter the intensification of labor conflicts in the federal government, and the local laborers were exceptionally excluded from immigrant labor. The federal government also changed its immigration policy in a timely manner, reducing or even no longer opening the window for labor immigration.

Investment immigration and skilled immigration became the few options left at the time, but at the same time, it also allowed those who could apply for these two types of immigration to quickly open up in society.

It can only be said that there are quite a few Penggio spies waving banknotes and so-called technology, becoming federal people and lurking in the federal country.

They have not obtained the manufacturing materials of the battleship to this day—

It's not that they didn't try hard enough, but that they miscalculated the complex form of federal capital society.

The construction patents existing on a warship cannot be concentrated in the hands of a certain person or company, which will inevitably involve many companies and individual patent holders.

In other words, the Federation's warships are more like assembled products on the assembly line.

This company supplies some of their patented component modules, and that company supplies some of the patented mechanical parts that are eventually assembled by the shipyard.

You can't say it's an incomplete battleship, the Federals have proven themselves in naval battles.

But you say you want to get the blueprints of the whole ship and all the spare parts and modules from the dock... that's probably a good wish.

At most, people can only get a rough hull design drawing of the battleship, and some more detailed things are not in the dock at all.

The spies gradually went dormant.

Some people became news figures on Bpein Financial Street, and some people became scientists after inventing some inventions that, although not very powerful, did not have much practical use.

Of course, there are also people who become teachers.

In the Commonwealth, there can never be too many teachers, the penetration rate of education is relatively low, and a large number of public and private schools are under construction.

There is also a huge demand for teachers in society.

This teacher, who entered the federation as a "researcher" at that time, received a deep dive order after finishing a job.

He left the more high-profile institute to become a high school math and physics teacher.

With the current backward communication methods, if there is any message you want to send, telegram or secret letter is the best way.

But something like a secret letter... To be honest, there was still a chance to send it in peacetime, but now, the situation is different.

Although the Federal Post Office has not clearly stated that it will check the letters of citizens, once the letter itself is suspicious, such as sending it abroad, whether it is the post office or the investigation bureau or something, it will not let it go.

Catching a spy at this time is a major case, a major case that can be made meritorious!

How many people are waiting to catch a spy for Chinese New Year? !

So in the end, you still need to send a telegram.

The telegram was sent in ciphertext, and eventually someone on Mariro's side would receive it and send it directly back to Pongio there.

There is another problem here.

To send telegrams, you need a telegraph machine. At such a sensitive time, an ordinary person goes to the telegraph office to send random telegrams without any logical content?

Compared with other occupations, the profession of middle school teacher is more suitable for this job.

He had a good reason to own a telegraph machine - there were special courses in middle school at this time for students to understand and learn how to send and receive telegrams correctly.

A middle school math and physics teacher with a telegraph, isn't that a violation?

At this time, he was sending some of the information he had obtained to the next intelligence station. This information was very important. In a short period of time, a very important intelligence officer was captured, and another intelligence officer was suspected of leaking his identity.

He must get the information out as soon as possible...

When the last part of the content was delivered, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and just as he was clearing the desk and planning to put away the telegraph, the window outside the curtain suddenly became brighter.

The dimly lit streetlights in quiet neighborhoods suddenly brightened a lot, and middle-class neighborhoods always have all kinds of oddities that enhance residents’ sense of social identity.

For example, the street lights in this community can adjust the intensity of the lights. In the first half of the night, it will be very bright, ensuring that people can see every inch of the ground under their feet.

By the middle of the night, it will get dark.

You can see the road, but it won't affect those residents.

Not only that, there were some tire noises and human voices in the distance. The middle school teacher didn't have time to put the telegraphs properly. At this moment, he violently destroyed some parts of the telegraph, and then took out the soldering iron.

He disguised it as the site where he was repairing the telegraph, and even if someone came to check it, he could tell others that the telegraph was damaged and unusable.

And he, the physics teacher in middle school, is trying to fix it!

Two minutes later, he felt that the scene was well disguised, and there was a knock on the door.

He took a deep breath, tousled his hair, tore the collar and cuffs to make himself look a little disheveled, then walked to the door, "Who's there?"

"...Sir, I'm the manager of a community service company, and here are two gentlemen from the Federal Safety Council who want to meet you."

When the middle school teacher named ... heard that there were people from the safety committee outside the door, he realized that he had been exposed.

He opened the door generously.

There is only one person here, and even if he resists, it is meaningless.

On the contrary, it is possible to live without resisting. Although he is a spy, he also hopes that he can live.

The door opened.

The manager outside the door showed curiosity on his face. He did not expect that there was actually a spy in the community where he worked—

In fact, they came much earlier than the middle school teachers imagined. About 20 minutes ago, people from the safety committee came, and they kept walking up and down the streets in the community with their carts.

Finally got locked into this one.

No one thought that this seemingly temperamental middle school teacher was actually a spy.

The manager has some emotion and some resentment, these bastards!

When the agents of the Security Committee saw the middle school teacher opening the door so happily, there were some smiles on their faces.

"...Sir, you should know why we're here."

The middle school teacher shook his head, "Sorry, I'm not very clear."

He had already figured out how he was going to answer when these people continued to question him.

But to his surprise, the agent of the Security Committee said "Lynch Plan", and his expression also changed slightly.

He realized that perhaps this information was deliberately leaked by the federal government.

And these people are the fish that bite the hook.

He did not continue to defend, and then he was escorted into the car by the agents of the security committee, and his residence was carefully searched.

After being sent to the safety committee, the middle school teacher asked a question, "Is this a fishing plan?"

The agent in charge of the interrogation shook his head with a smile, "The plan is true, but whether it leaks is not that important to the Federation, because..."

He smiled and shook his head, but did not continue.

In fact, this is not exactly what Mr. Truman thought suddenly. The Ministry of Defense reported on a subsequent cleanup some time ago.

They intend to use some worthless intelligence in exchange for the cleanup of the enemy intelligence personnel in the Bopeng area and even the central federal region.

Mr. Truman knew about it, and then he thought, maybe this fresh intelligence from the Oval Office would be more appealing than some stuff in a portfolio!

And even if the plan leaks, it doesn't matter, because by the time the news returns to Pengio, it may have been several days after the bombing.

The news was leaked from a Ministry of Defense, said to be done by a staff member who had just completed an internship.

Then a whole chain of intelligence was implicated, until the middle school teacher.

What they have to do next is to pry open the middle school teacher's mouth and ask him to explain more lurking intelligence personnel...

The agent in charge of the interrogation took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, walked to the window, and pulled the curtains forcefully.

It was dark outside the window, and the entire Federation was sleeping peacefully.

Except for a few.

At this time, it was only a little after seven o'clock in the evening local time for Penggio.

At seven o'clock in the summer, although the sky is already dark, it is not completely dark yet.

The society of Pengio and the society of the Commonwealth are completely two extremes.

When the people can also send representatives to intervene in the management of the government, a society that at least appears to be very harmonious is born.

The pace of life here is both tense and relaxed.

On the side of the road, outside the door, some Penggio people who are ready to rest are chatting, discussing work, life, and the future.

For them, the war is actually nothing to discuss, UU reading www.uukanshu. com As long as the Emperor of the Empire has made the decision of all-out war, then they just have to wait for the news of victory to come.

This is how people have treated war for thousands of years.

Several middle-aged people were talking about some technical difficulties encountered in the factory, and some quarrels occurred when the discussion became heated.

At this moment, a buzzing sound suddenly came from their ears, they turned their heads and looked towards the sky, but they were not nervous.

"Maybe it's a formation of planes returning from a mission."

It is no secret that Pengjieao is devoted to producing planes. Civilians can often see planes passing over the city. It was interesting at first, but after watching, they gradually became accustomed to it.

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"There seem to be a lot of planes today..."

An engineer in the factory sighed with emotion.