Chapter 27 Ah K
Body - Three
When special agents join a certain organization or department, they usually undergo a series of political education and training courses at the beginning. The content of political education varies depending on the situation, but the ultimate goal can be said to arm the minds of special agents; it can also be said that it is to instill a thought in special agents and unify their ideology. Of course, this approach is necessary, and its effect is obvious. At critical moments, for the sake of keeping secrets, any special agent will sacrifice his life with peace of mind. The training courses include traditional foreign languages, the use of various weapons, martial arts, psychology, the establishment and management of intelligence networks, local customs, detective and anti-detective skills, etc. After joining the Foreign Intelligence Bureau, these political education and training courses are naturally indispensable. However, Mrs. Jones understood that I was a mature special warrior from the communications troops with a clear purpose for joining the Foreign Intelligence Bureau, so the traditional education and training for ordinary agents were not practical for me. Therefore, she instructed Sam Trains, the head of internal training at the Foreign Intelligence Bureau, not to make harsh training demands on me. I deeply thank Mrs. Jones for her thoughtful arrangement and made a silent promise in my heart to achieve results and repay her support.
Being a person is perhaps like this, since others look up to you, you should do things that make others look up to you - this is value and benefit.
The routine training of a special agent may not necessarily follow the existing rules, but there is one thing that I absolutely cannot disobey. This is to wear the "X-K474 intelligent computer satellite positioning and guidance device" issued by the Foreign Affairs Bureau for 24 hours, and it must be kept running normally at all times. This device is referred to as "AK" by the special agents of the Foreign Affairs Bureau. It is a non-traditional intelligent robot in the form of a watch with an ultra-advanced core material. AK is not only a communication device for special agents to contact headquarters, but also a miniature supercomputer with a powerful database that stores all kinds of information you want to query. When a special agent wears it, their words and deeds will be subject to real-time monitoring by the Foreign Affairs Bureau headquarters.
Jason was extremely averse to wearing the AK, and he once joked: "Let me wear this thing, isn't it like live-streaming my intimate moments with beautiful girls to those internal affairs guys at the foreign affairs bureau every now and then?" However, the internal affairs guys at the foreign affairs bureau were not surprised by anything, they wouldn't care if you're eating, taking a dump, playing video games, hanging out in a bar or hooking up with some chick. They only cared about your location, whether you completed your tasks and whether you did something that went against national interests. That's why special agents are called special agents, naturally they have their own special circumstances. You might think every day is Sunday, but you're always on the clock 24/7; you have special funds, special weapons, special housing, even special immunity, but you also have to endure unimaginable pain and possibly become a sacrifice in political and group struggles when necessary.
During the one-month short training, I lived in a training camp and spent relatively easy days. Sam Trains mainly taught me the necessary training and emphasized the work discipline of the Foreign Affairs Bureau and taught me the use techniques of related equipment.
Sam Truelove is seven years older than me, a typical tough guy who always talks with his chin up, arrogant and rarely smiles. His fighting skills are extremely impressive, we've had a few sparring matches before, I didn't even have a 10% chance of winning against him with just one arm. Sam's language skills are also incredibly good, he can speak German, French, and Portuguese fluently, and basic communication in Chinese is no problem for him either. After spending some time with Sam Truelove, I found out that he's not as difficult to get along with as he seems on the surface, but rather a very easy-going person. He has great admiration for my skills in telecommunications technology, especially electromagnetic interference technology. And I have great respect for his fighting and language abilities, so we often have in-depth exchanges, learning from each other's skills.
In a conversation, I also learned that Sam Trains had served in the Tree Frog Special Forces and was even a mid-ranking officer under Zayle. Speaking of Zayle, Sam's hateful words still hid a hint of admiration. According to him: Zayle is indeed an extremely excellent special forces soldier, with rich combat experience, he can always turn the tide at the most critical moment, winning by surprise; unfortunately... unfortunately, Zayle lost his way, eventually abandoning the oath he made when he enlisted, and joined the armed organization of a cult. Unlike Zayle who came from a military family, Sam Trains was the only soldier in his family, and also a university student soldier.
When Sam Trammels was in college, he majored in law. When everyone thought he would become a judge or lawyer after graduation, he unexpectedly chose to enlist and became a professional soldier in the special forces. Later, in a battle, Sam Trammels was seriously injured. After recovering from his injuries, he did not return to the army but was recruited by the Foreign Affairs Bureau as an internal training instructor.
During my short training, I established a good friendship with Sam Trains, and I learned a lot of knowledge and skills from him, which laid a good foundation for me to carry out special operations in the future. In one conversation, Sam Trains said to me: "Bote, your personal ability is not a problem, but you are far behind in terms of cooperation with others. This may be related to your long-term solo deep penetration into enemy territory and conducting special warfare. However, doing intelligence work is not like fighting against the enemy on the battlefield, most of the time it requires lurking, using various identities as cover, cultivating one's own informants, building an information network, and doing these things obviously can't be done just by charging forward with a bayonet, it also needs cooperation, it needs teamwork, understand?" I nodded my head and said to him: "I know, Sam, sir, in future work, I will definitely continue to improve."
After the short training, I moved back to Jason's house. For the next week, we did nothing but practice boxing and browse information on the internet, which became my main activity with Jason. During this period, I visited Mrs. Jones to try to understand the decryption of the mysterious code, but there was no gain. The frontline battle seemed to have calmed down as well, with both the Allied forces and the Gurital organization seemingly stopping their actions, only to be replaced by various factions vying for the nearly depleted oil reserves and engaging in financial games that had been ongoing for over a hundred years.
Today, the weather was gloomy and depressing, my mood also became somewhat depressed with the gloominess of the weather. Staring blankly at the computer screen, I had a multitude of thoughts.
It was probably seven years ago today that I enlisted and arrived at the troops, when I had just turned 18. A troop transport train took hundreds of big and small boys, including me, from central China to northernmost China. Has global warming continued? Maybe, but we didn't feel it where we were stationed. The place was covered with thick snow all over the mountains, and occasionally you could see one or two white poplar trees dotting the landscape as you sat on the speeding train. When we arrived at our barracks, it was dawn, and as soon as we stepped off the platform, we saw three to five old soldiers beating drums to welcome new comrades. Under their leadership, we boarded military trucks, wrapped up warm, and braved the cold wind all the way to our company, starting a three-month boot camp... Later, just over a year later, I left the troops that recorded my 18-year-old life, and never went back again.
Now, I don't know if the military camp is still that clean without soldiers, or if the loud slogans during drills are still echoing in the vast snowy wilderness... Thinking about it, I cried. I don't know what's wrong with me, maybe it's because returning to the troops seems so far away! American special agent, how ridiculous, I've actually become an American special agent from a People's Liberation Army soldier, is this the end for me? Ah! Don't think about it, my head hurts again!
At this time, Jason walked in from outside and saw my melancholy expression. He asked with concern: "Mudskipper, what's wrong with you? Are you thinking about the troops again?" "I'm fine, really, don't worry." I calmed down and told Jason.
Jason said: "Why are you always so troubled? Don't live such a tiring life, okay? How about this, we go out for a drink. When wine enters, worries disappear. What do you think?" I thought for a moment and said: "Drinking, okay! Let's get drunk and sing wildly, what's the point of life anyway? Drinking will make me feel better!"
Jason happily said: "Great, let's go now." "Okay..." I stood up, grabbed my coat and put it on, then walked out of the house with Jason.
After arriving at the bar, we sat down directly in front of the counter seats. Jason shouted loudly: "Beautiful woman, two bottles of beer." The bartender on duty was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty with a thick California accent. She obviously knew Jason well, and before he had even finished speaking, she came over laughing. "Jason, long time no see!" Jason laughed and said: "Yes, beautiful woman, long time no see, have you missed me?" The beauty laughed and said: "Needless to say, I've missed you so much that it's almost driving me crazy!" "Haha... if that's really the case, then I'm truly honored. Okay, enough of the greasy talk, bring us the beer quickly." Jason joked. "Okay..." The beauty agreed, turned around and took out two bottles of beer from the wine cabinet, placing them in front of us.
The beautiful woman looked at me and asked Jason, "Your friend?" Jason said, "No, he's my brother, his name is Bote." "Oh, nice to meet you Mr. Bote, are you Chinese?" the beautiful woman asked with a smile. I nodded and said, "Yes!" Jason quickly added, "He's an American-born Chinese." The beautiful woman said, "Don't be shy, everyone here is my guest." "Hey... bring me another whiskey!" A man with a big beard in the corner yelled at this time. The beautiful woman responded with a smile and said to us, "You guys sit down first, I'll go take care of him, just call me if you need anything!" After the beautiful woman left, Jason looked at her curvy figure, swallowed his saliva and said to me, "Bote, don't you think this girl is great? My old friend has good taste." "Not bad, a natural beauty!" I said after taking a sip of my drink.
Jason asked, "What's a babe?" I replied calmly, "A babe is a beautiful and charming woman." "Oh, that's what it means!" Jason said with a deep meaning. I raised my beer bottle: "Come on, Jason, let's drink!" "Good, cheers!" Jason clinked his bottle against mine and said. Slowly, we had already finished 20 bottles of beer. Jason was fine, without much change; but I was already drunk beyond recognition. After drinking two more bottles, Jason saw that I really couldn't handle it anymore, so he took the beer out of my hand. "Alright, mudfish, stop drinking, you're drunk, let's go back!" I looked at Jason, smiled, and slurred: "It's okay, Jason...I...I can still drink for a few more years...I've never felt this happy before...come on, let's keep drinking..." Jason supported me, putting his arm around me as we staggered out of the bar, saying: "I know you can still drink, come on, let's go home and keep drinking!"
