Orient Express first class carriage.
Zuo Zhong was sitting on a folding stool outside his suite, holding a cup of hot coffee and looking leisurely at the platform. He saw a group of Turkish police rushing into the station like wolves and tigers and starting to check the documents of passing passengers.
But no one took a second look at the Orient Express. Yes, how could rich people who could afford such expensive fares be related to the shooting? It was these poor people who were more suspicious.
"Woooooo~~"
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 knew what was going on even stood there and paid attention.
Gui Youguang settled his luggage and came out with a grin: "Deputy Director, look at those idiots, who are they saluting to? It seems that the Turkish police are no better than the trash under Lao Bai."
"Okay, you're the only one who talks a lot."
Zuo Zhong frowned and switched to the Hangzhou dialect they learned when they were in school: "Touch the bottoms of other passengers, pay special attention to whether there are any Asians in the car. If there are, keep a close eye on them and don't act rashly."
When it came to business, Gui Youguang suppressed his smile and nodded: "I understand, the conductor should have a list of all passengers. I will find a way to get it, and then screen the real people one by one."
"Well, you make up your own mind about this."
Zuo Zhong said, looking out the window at Istanbul that was gradually fading away, and fell into thought. After Gui Youguang left the carriage, he took out his mobile phone from the space and sent a message to a certain band.
"Is it going well?"
"all the best."
Two minutes later, a reply text message appeared in the inbox. Zuo Zhong raised the corner of his mouth and took back his phone. He walked into the suite and took out the German intelligence agency information collected by the Intelligence Section and looked at it carefully.
Generally speaking, in this era, every country has 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.
Every country has this model, but the specifics are different. Take Germany as an example. Its foreign intelligence agency is the Sixth Division of the Reich Security Bureau, which can also be called the Overseas Intelligence Division.
The military intelligence agency is the German Military Intelligence Service Abwehr, the counterintelligence agency is the Gestapo, and the military counterintelligence agency is the secret field police agency affiliated with the navy, army and air force.
The main enemy of the Secret Service during this trip was the Gestapo, which was responsible for counterintelligence and political protection in Germany or the German-occupied areas, which naturally also included monitoring outsiders.
Zuo Zhong tapped his fingers on the document at a steady speed, with a hint of worry in his eyes. He estimated that as soon as he and others arrived in Munich, they would be under full surveillance by the Gestapo and their informants.
This matter is easy to understand. Just like the General Sekter whom I received before, the strong man Wagner next to him was also closely watched by the Secret Service. Who made them intelligence agents?
No matter in war or peace, intelligence warfare occurs every moment. Any spy is a source of danger. If you are not careful, it will cause huge losses, and you must pay attention to it.
Thinking of this, Zuo Zhong ignited the document and put it into a champagne bucket. Then he opened the car window. The wind howled into the suite, and the flames suddenly jumped up, quickly burning the document.
The Germans must not be left with any clues.
Moreover, they were a visiting delegation sent by the Nationalist Government. If anyone found out this information about the Gestapo, the situation would be very embarrassing. They had to save some face.
After all, China and Germany are still very friendly on the surface, with extremely frequent political, military, and commercial exchanges. For example, the guns provided by the Secret Service are German products. It would not be beneficial to everyone to break up.
Zuo Zhong took out a cigar and lit it, carried the champagne bucket to the suite bathroom, turned on the sterling silver faucet to disperse the ashes, and poured it into the luxurious toilet covered with gold foil without changing his expression.
Not to mention that everyone loves to go on business trips, the ticket for this first-class cabin with a double bedroom, bathroom, living area and dining room alone is as high as US$700, which is simply ridiculously expensive.
$700
Equivalent to 1,700 oceans.
This amount of money was enough for him to go to Dehe Tower several times. Zuo Zhong scolded the evil-hearted capitalist who was stubborn, while stepping on the soft carpet worth several thousand pounds and wiping his hands with cashmere paper.
By the time Shi Shiran came out of the bathroom, the burning smell in the suite had dissipated, and only the fresh fragrance of the flowers on the table, plus a hint of mellow cigar aroma, could be seen.
Zuo Zhong sniffed and nodded with satisfaction. In film and television works, the Orient Express is full of detectives and killers. It doesn't matter what the killer is. It would be too bad if a big fat detective comes.
Of course, this is a joke.
Most of the real Orient Express passengers are nobles and nobles from various countries. In addition, many intelligence officers and counter-espionage officers also hide their identities among them. It is best to be careful when dealing with these colleagues.
This train passed through Bucharest, Budapest, Vienna, Munich, Strasbourg and Paris, crossed several countries and the European continent, and involved many forces.
When arriving in Bucharest, agents from 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 depending on the situation.
This happens once in every country they pass through, such as the spies from the Second Bureau of the Hungarian General Staff who got on the train from Budapest, and the spies from the Austrian Ministry of the Interior who got on the train from Vienna.
Needless to say, those who got on the train in Munich, the Security Bureau and the Gestapo would never be absent. As for Strasbourg and Paris, not many people got on the train, because the French were always on the train.
Everyone knew that many of the conductors and waiters on the train were employees of the French General Security Bureau. This organization was originally called the Second Bureau of the General Staff, but its name was changed due to the Stavisky incident.
The so-called Stavisky incident.
There was a French-Russian named Stavisky who had been engaged in speculation and fraud for a long time. He issued a large number of counterfeit bonds and became rich overnight. At the end of the 21st year of the Republic of China, the matter was exposed.
The funniest thing is that in order to make money and safety, this guy defrauded and bribed government officials. More than a thousand people were involved in the case. After the news was exposed, it became a sensational scandal.
Unfortunately, Staviski was found to have "committed suicide" not long after in a wooden house in the mountains on the Swiss border. It is not known whether he was shot five times. This is a long-standing tradition in the West and an old repertoire.
Zuo Zhong laughed as he recalled the relevant information in his mind, and then his face suddenly darkened. After the Beilun Port incident, a bastard named Bai shouted that this was the Republic of China's version of the Stavisky Incident.
Ho, bah.
It's just a rant. Isn't it just a investment of tens of thousands in the ocean? Isn't it just a loss of money? Is there any need to be so excited? If it hadn't been for a steady stream of water, someone would have been thrown into prison by him.
Zuo Zhong checked the time, opened the door, gave some instructions to the agents outside, and then walked towards the dining car, calling the frightened Mao Yike by the way, who had been frightened before.
The two of them arrived at the dining car under the escort of several guards. After sitting down, Zuo Zhong chatted for a few words with the frightened Mao Yike, trying to distract the big factory director from his wild thoughts.
It happened that there were not many people eating here, so he gave a brief report on the situation of the Orient Express, especially the introduction of the intelligence agencies of various countries along the way, so as to prevent Mao Yike from accidentally leaking secrets.
Sure enough, after hearing what he said like a treasure trove, Mao Yike's nervousness was relieved to a certain extent. After drinking several cups of hot tea, his face finally gained color and he asked a question.
"Deputy Director Zuo, why do many of the agencies you mentioned start with the word "two"? There must be something special about it. If it is 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 numerical sequence of the combat department is one, the numerical sequence of the intelligence department is two, and the numerical sequence of the communications department is three.
No one knows why they are arranged in this order. Anyway, most European and American countries name their subordinate intelligence agencies in this order. Just listen to this and it is best not to mention it to others. "
"I know, I know."
Mao Yike, whose curiosity was satisfied, nodded repeatedly. He was not a spy, so why would he tell others about this? Besides, intelligence agencies are always mysterious, and only fools are willing to offend the other party.
Zuo Zhong nodded slightly, glanced at the reflection of the waiter on the metal teapot, and couldn't help but smile. It really meant that Cao Cao and Cao Cao were here. Well, friends from the French General Security Service were here.
The other party secretly observed them several times from a distance, and seemed to find it valuable in intelligence, so he stood at the empty dining table. He was not professional at all. The French were still so unreliable.
After thinking about it, Zuo Zhong didn't tell Mao Yike about this, so as to save this guy from making false accusations. The conversation changed to talk about the customs and customs of various European countries, which was another form of intelligence collection.
The information is transmitted in text, and it is impossible to cover everything. There will definitely be omissions and deviations. Mao Yike has traveled to many places, and listening to his expressions can help you understand certain details in depth.
The two chatted quietly, tasted the delicious food cooked by the chef himself, and ended the dinner happily. They left the dining car amidst the greetings from the French spy and returned to their suites.
The next day, the Orient Express passed through Bucharest, Budapest, and Vienna without any murders or accidents, and was about to reach Munich smoothly.
But as we got closer to Paris, more and more intelligence agents got on the bus. Hungarian spies sat next to Austrian spies, and Romanian spies and German spies looked at each other.
Good guy, this is the spy's nest.
These people were very curious about the Chinese delegation's visit to Europe. The problem was that before they had time to test the matter, the train slowly entered the train station in Munich, the capital of Bavaria, Germany.
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