"?" Anna smiled awkwardly, and had to lie, "These information is actually the wonderful idea of ​​a not-famous gun designer. After several turns, it has come into my hands."

"Oh? Then I want to meet this designer more. I admire him very much. Your Highness, please tell me the name of this designer." Tokarev said earnestly.

Anna sighed deeply and said sadly, "It's a pity that the designer has passed away. If he is still alive, I want to see him too. Such a talent will not be valued, which is a pity!"

"Your Highness is right, it's indeed a talent." Tokarev suddenly slapped his head, stood up, took out a file from the drawer and handed it to Anna, "Your Highness, in recent days, many engineers and designers have come here to apply for jobs. As an interviewer, I have found many young talents, and their archives are all in this. I originally wanted to keep them all, but my position is limited."

Anna opened the file bag and looked carefully. Soon Anna's expression became serious, and then she smiled. She shouted excitedly, "Save them all and treat them well!"

Tokarev didn't understand why, he just thought that Anna was a person who loved and cherished talents.

Anna had long been happy inside: Prilutsky, Korovin, Kori Sinkoen, Vasily Teggalev, Spakin and Digotyaev, these weapon design experts who were famous for 10 or 20 years later, are now gathered in this factory. Anna, who does not believe in God, can't help but thank God for his fraternity.

The most famous of these people is Sparkin. The famous PPSh41 type 7.62mm submachine gun, which is the **Sha submachine gun, was designed by him. The **Sha submachine gun made many outstanding achievements in World War II and was one of the famous guns in World War II. Although its designer Sparkin is currently only an apprentice, Anna listed him as a key cultivation target in her heart.

On November 22, Zorge, who had been to college for two months, chose to transfer. After saying goodbye to his parents, he followed his "teacher" to board the train to Russia.

Zorg's first stop was to register at the Moscow Station of the Secret Bureau. After getting off the train, Zorg and others took a car for several hours, left the city and arrived at the sparsely populated suburbs. Finally, the car stopped in front of an old building complex.

After a simple interview, Zorge received his certificate, which was the captain. This made Zorge very excited. You should know that it would take at least five years to get from an ordinary soldier to a captain position. But he was only 18 years old and had the rank of captain. It was really more annoying than others!

Given Zorg's age and instructions from senior management, Zorg received very generous treatment. Not only did he get a salary on his name, but he could also go to college normally. The training time was set on weekends and winter and summer vacations.

"I will introduce you to you that this is your instructor, Lieutenant Colonel Victor. You should follow me and study hard!" After saying that, the "History Teacher" turned around and left.

"Hello! My name is Richard Zorg"

"Zorg, right? Well, I already know your situation." Victor slowly stood up, walked around Zorg, and said, "Well, he is not too tall and looks very thin. But after my guidance, I believe you will definitely become stronger!"

"That" Zorg grabbed the cloth bag with both hands and asked nervously, "Can I do what I can do here?"

"Young man, you are a special person." Victor lit a cigarette and took a sip. "You just came today. As a newcomer, let me introduce the organization to you: the main institutions of our Secret Service include the Foreign Intelligence Bureau, the Domestic Counter-Espionage Bureau, the Military Administration, the Border Defense Army Administration, the General Affairs Bureau, and the Foreign Station Team. You and I belong to the Foreign Intelligence Bureau; and there are more than a dozen subordinate institutions, from the 1st Bureau to the 11th Bureau, plus the General Bureau of the Border Defense Army, the Reconnaissance Technology Bureau, the Military Construction Bureau, the General Affairs Bureau, the Health Care Bureau, the Personnel Bureau and the Anna Higher Education Institution."

"Anna Higher Education?" Zorge, who is still a student, is very sensitive to the words "school". He asked curiously, "Is there any school in the agent's office? What are you teaching?"

"Well, this question is good!" Victor snatched the cigarette. "Anna Higher Education provides students with nearly fifty advanced language training and professional subject knowledge in foreign languages, and also cultivates experts in higher mathematics, physics and other disciplines. I tell you that our Secret Service has the best education and training network in Russia. Students can receive higher education, while staff can train and prepare for specialized knowledge in professional training classes. At the same time, they can also train border and communication cadres, code translators, and certain technical experts to ensure the preparation and defense of associate doctoral and doctoral thesis."

"So that's it, I understand. Instructor, don't worry, I will definitely pass the physical fitness test!" Zorge held the other party's hand tightly.

"I'm optimistic about you!"

After saying goodbye to the instructor, Zorge did not leave immediately, but began to wander around the building. The young man's curiosity prompted him to continue to explore in. Although Zorge would be stopped by someone to check his ID card after several corridors.

After passing through the building, Zorg came to a training ground. At this moment, many people in military uniforms were practicing shooting, from pistols to rifles, and even practicing firing.

Zorge was excited to see it and wanted to go up and try it. As soon as he took a step forward, his clothes were grabbed by someone, "Please, save me!"

"?" Zorge turned around and saw a young girl holding onto the corner of her clothes tightly, her face was anxious, and tears were already flowing from the corners of her eyes. A good man would not make women cry! Zorge asked, "What's wrong?"

Without waiting for the girl to answer, the few soldiers catching up with him had surrounded Zorg, and the black muzzle was pointed at the two of them.

A short-haired female soldier walked up and asked, "Who are you? Do you have a document?"

"Me?!" Zorge pointed at himself.

"Nonsense! Say, who are you?"

Zorg frowned and did not answer. Instead, he took out his ID and shook it, and then threw it to the other party.

Surprisingly, after reading the ID, the female soldier's face changed a lot. Not only did she respectfully return the ID to Zorge, but she also apologized repeatedly. Before leaving, she did not forget to salute, "I am Lieutenant Raisa, I salute you! Sir, goodbye!"

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