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Chapter 608
First class carriage of the Orient Express.

Zuo Zhong sat on a folding stool outside the suite, holding a cup of hot coffee and looking at the platform leisurely. He saw a group of Turkish police rushing into the station like tigers and began to check the IDs of passing passengers.

But no one took a second look at the Orient Express, yes, how could the rich who can afford such an expensive fare have something to do with the shooting, or these poor ghosts are more suspicious.

"woooooooo~~"

At this time, the whistle sounded, a puff of smoke rose from the bottom of the carriage, and the train slowly started to leave Istanbul Station. A team of police officers who would come to trouble even stood there and saluted.

Gui Youguang settled his luggage, came out and grinned: "Deputy Director, look at those idiots, who are they saluting for? It seems that the Turkish police are no better than Lao Bai's gang of trash."

"Okay, as long as you talk."

Zuo Zhong frowned, and changed to the Hangzhou dialect they learned when they were in school: "Try to know the bottom of other passengers, especially pay attention to whether there are Asians in the car, and if there are, closely monitor and don't act rashly."

When it comes to business, Gui Youguang suppressed his smile and nodded: "Understood, the conductor should have a list of all the passengers. I will find a way to get it, and then screen the real people one by one."

"Well, it's up to you to decide."

Zuo Zhong said, looking at Istanbul gradually going away outside the window, lost in thought, after Gui Youguang left the carriage, he took out his mobile phone from the space, and sent a message to a frequency band.

"Is it going well?"

"all the best."

Two minutes later, a reply text message appeared in the inbox. Zuo Zhong raised his mouth and took back his phone. He walked into the suite and took out the information collected by the intelligence department on German intelligence agencies, and carefully checked it.

Generally speaking, in this era, each country will have at least five intelligence agencies, or at least small departments with five different responsibilities, otherwise a complete intelligence system cannot be built.

In terms of task division, the first is the foreign intelligence agency, the second is the military intelligence agency, the third is the counterintelligence agency, the fourth is the military counterintelligence agency, and the fifth is the signal or image intelligence agency.

Any country has this model, but there are differences in specifics. Take Germany as an example. Its foreign intelligence agency is the Sixth Department of the Imperial Security Bureau, which can also be called the Overseas Intelligence Department.

The military intelligence agency is the German Military Intelligence Abwehr, the counterintelligence agency is the Gestapo, and the military counterintelligence agency is the secret field police dispatched under the navy, army and air force.

The main enemy of the Secret Service on this trip is the Gestapo, which is responsible for counter-espionage and political security work in Germany or the German-occupied areas, which naturally includes monitoring outsiders.

The left heavy finger tapped on the document at a constant speed, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes. He estimated that as soon as he and the others arrived in Munich, they would be under the surveillance of the Gestapo and its eyeliners.

This matter is easy to understand, just like the General Sekt I received before, the strong man Wagner next to the other party, was also closely watched by the Secret Service, who made them intelligence personnel.

Whether in wartime or peacetime, intelligence wars are happening all the time. Any spy is a source of danger. A little carelessness will cause huge losses, so we must pay attention to it.

Thinking of this, Zuo Zhong ignited the document and put it in the champagne barrel, then opened the car window, the wind roared into the suite, the flames shot up, and the document was quickly burned up.

Can't leave a handle on the Germans.

Moreover, they are a visiting group sent by the national government. If someone finds out the information about the Gestapo, the scene will be very embarrassing, so they have to save some face.

After all, China and Germany are still very friendly on the surface, and political, military, and commercial exchanges are extremely frequent. For example, the guns issued by the Secret Service are German products.

Zuo Zhong took out a cigar and lit it, carried the champagne barrel to the bathroom of the suite, turned on the sterling silver faucet to disperse the ashes, and poured them into the luxurious toilet covered with gold leaf without changing his face.

Not to mention that everyone loves to travel, the ticket for this first-class box with a double bedroom, bathroom, living area and restaurant alone is as high as $700, which is outrageously expensive.

700 dollar
It is equivalent to more than 1700 oceans.

This amount of money is enough for him to go to Dehe Tower several times. Gou Ri's black-hearted capitalist, Zuo Zhong scolded, while stepping on the soft carpet worth several thousand pounds, he wiped his hands with cashmere paper.

When he Shi Shiran came out of the bathroom, the burning smell in the suite had dissipated, only the fresh fragrance of the flowers on the table and a hint of mellow cigar aroma, nothing abnormal could be seen.

Zuo Zhong sniffled and nodded in satisfaction. The Orient Express is full of detectives and killers in film and television works. It doesn't matter what kind of killers. If a big fat detective comes, it will be too bad.

Of course, it was a joke.

Most of the real passengers on the Orient Express are princes and nobles from various countries. In addition, many intelligence personnel and counter-espionage personnel also hide their identities and mix among them. It is better to be careful when dealing with these colleagues.

The train passed through the cities of Bucharest, Budapest, Vienna, Munich, Strasbourg and Paris, across several countries and the European continent, involving multiple forces.

When arriving in Bucharest, the agents of the Second Bureau of the Romanian General Staff and the Secret Intelligence Service will make a grand appearance in gorgeous costumes, and follow the whole process or get off halfway according to the situation.

This happens once in every country that passes through, such as the spies of the Second Bureau of the Hungarian General Staff who boarded from Budapest, and the spies from the Austrian Ministry of the Interior who boarded from Vienna.

Needless to say, those who get on the bus in Munich, the Security Bureau and the Gestapo will never be absent. As for Strasbourg and Paris, not many people get on the bus, because the French are always on the bus.

Everyone understood that many of the conductors and waiters on the train were employees of the French General Security Agency. This agency was originally called the Second Bureau of the General Staff, but it was renamed because of the Stavesky incident.

The so-called Stavetsky incident.

There was a French-Russian named Stavisky who had been engaged in speculative and fraudulent activities for a long time, issued a large number of fake bonds and became rich overnight. At the end of the 21st Republic of China, things were revealed.
The funniest thing is that this guy cheated and bribed government officials for the sake of making money and safety. More than 1000 people were involved in the case. After the news was exposed, it became a sensational scandal.

Unfortunately, it wasn't long before Stawiski was found "suicide" in a wooden house in a mountainous area on the Swiss border, and he didn't know if he was shot five times. This is a long-standing Western tradition and an old repertoire.

Zuo Chong laughed as he recalled the relevant information in his mind, and then his face suddenly darkened. A bastard surnamed Bai clamored after the Beilun Port incident that this was the Republic of China version of the Stavesky incident.

Ho, bah.

It's just bloody, isn't it just throwing tens of thousands of oceans, isn't it just getting nothing back, is there any need to be so excited, if it weren't for the steady flow of water, someone would have been thrown into prison by him long ago.

Zuo Zhong checked the time and opened the door, gave some instructions to the spies outside, then walked towards the dining car, and called Mao Yike, who was still in fear, because he was terrified before.

The two arrived at the dining car under the escort of several guards. After sitting down, Zuo Zhong chatted with Mao Yike who was still in shock, trying to divert the attention of the big factory manager so that the other party would not think about it.

It happened that there were not many people going to eat at this time, so he gave a brief report on the relevant situation of the Orient Express, especially the introduction from the intelligence agencies of various countries along the way, so that Mao Yike would not accidentally reveal the secret.

Sure enough, Mao Yike's nervousness was relieved to some extent after listening to him say this like a few treasures. After drinking several cups of hot tea, his face finally turned red, and he asked a question.

"Deputy Director Zuo, why do the agencies you mentioned start with two characters? Could it be that there is something special about it? If it's a secret in your business, it goes without saying. Mao is just a little curious."

Zuo Zhong smiled and shook his head: "There is nothing that cannot be said, according to Western rules, the number sequence of the combat department is one, the number sequence of the intelligence department is two, and the number sequence of the communication department is three.

No one knows why they are in this order. Anyway, most European and American countries name their intelligence agencies in this order. Just listen to this matter, and it is best not to mention it to others. "

"I know, I know."

Mao Yike, whose curiosity was satisfied, nodded again and again. He is not a spy, so why tell others about this, besides, intelligence agencies have always been secretive, and only fools are willing to offend the other party.

Zuo Zhong nodded slightly, his eyes glanced at the reflection of the waiter on the metal teapot, he couldn't help smiling, he really said that Cao Cao Cao Cao will be here, no, the friends from the French General Security Bureau will come.

The other party secretly observed them several times from a distance, and seemed to find it valuable for information, so he stood at the empty dining table, unprofessional at all, and the French were still so unreliable.

After thinking about it, Zuo Zhong didn't tell Mao Yike about this matter, so as to save this guy from being overwhelmed, the conversation changed to chatting about the customs and customs of European countries, which is another form of intelligence collection.

The information is transmitted in words, it is impossible to cover everything, and there will definitely be omissions and deviations. Mao Yike has traveled to many places, and he can understand some details in depth by listening to his statements.

The two chatted quietly, tasted the delicious food cooked by the chef himself, happily ended the dinner, left the dining car amidst the greetings of the French spies, and returned to their suites.

The next day, the Orient Express passed through Bucharest, Budapest, and Vienna without any murders or accidents, and it was about to reach Munich smoothly.

It's just that as we got closer to Paris, more and more intelligence personnel got on the bus. The Hungarian spies sat next to the Austrian spies, and the Romanian spies and the German spies looked at each other.

Dude, stabbed a den of spies this is.

These people were very curious about the Chinese delegation's visit to Europe. The problem was that the train slowly entered the train station in Munich, the capital of Bavaria, Germany, before they had time to test it out.

(End of this chapter)