Just as Ning Zhiheng was talking with the bureau director in the office, several officers were chatting in the office of the operations office.

Guan Xingxiu, deputy captain of the operation team, was dismantling and cleaning the gun in his hand. While fiddling with parts, he talked casually: "You said we will act in the same place, a great place of action, and it is the first department of the Military Affairs Bureau. But I stayed like this all day long, and I didn't know what to do. Don't say, my gun was getting brighter and brighter."

The action captain Gong Maode next to him held a cup of tea in his hand, took a sip, feeling a little hot, and put the teacup on the table, smiling and joking: "If you are really bored, go and have a gathering for your relationship, and I'll be on duty for you."

Guan Xingxiu curled his lips when he heard this. He didn't have any good looks, but he was all the dance hall singers. He had no money in his pocket and had no face when he went there!

"I didn't even have the money to buy cigarettes in my pocket. Did I go and eat for free? I can't afford to lose this person!"

Lian Lei, the officer next to him, said helplessly: "Tell me, everyone belongs to the Military Control Bureau, but no one of them is full of food. In other words, we are just guarding this office and don't even have the chance to make extra money. Our pocket is cleaner than our butts. We don't dare to go out to the restaurant for this little salary, and we're not as good as we can do it all day long."

Guan Xingxiu snorted, assembled the gun parts in his hand, and said slowly: "We want to make extra money when we operate, we have to go out to the front line. At your level, I will give it to the action brigade when I go, for fear that you are unwilling!"

Several major offices of the Military Intelligence Bureau are all in charge of each of them. Bianze's intelligence department is mainly responsible for the work of military intelligence stations in various places, especially the work of intelligence stations behind enemy lines. They are responsible for collecting enemy intelligence and attacking enemy forces. They have a lot of money and sufficient funds. The officers under their command have a better life.

Gu Zhengqi's Intelligence Department 2 is responsible for the counter-espionage and investigation work within the country. As long as the cases occur in the Kuomintang-controlled areas are almost all under their jurisdiction, they have many opportunities to do things. Often, the case handlers can get a lot of benefits after a case, and the amount of fuel and water here is the most abundant.

However, Zhao Ziliang's actions were a little embarrassed. They were mainly responsible for armed operations against the enemy and controlled the armed forces of the Military Control Bureau. They were the Loyal and Yi National Salvation Army. Speaking of which, their strength was the greatest, with tens of thousands of regular troops. The chief officers and backbones of the army were all officers in the same operation, but they were also at the greatest risk. They fought directly with the Japanese army. After a long time, the losses were heavy. The officers under their command could not interfere in internal affairs and had to supplement the front-line combat at any time. Life was difficult and their morale was inevitably depressed, so they usually complained.

Lian Lei moved forward, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "Have you heard of it? The period of Operation 2 was amazing. In less than twenty days, the Japanese spies arrested could not count them and even the cells could not be installed. The operation team of the Second Division arrested people everywhere. The secretary-general of the city hall alone copied out several companies, and dozens of cars seized. The fuel in it was so high. I heard that every grassroots officer gave this number in this case alone!"

Speaking of this, Lian Lei stretched out his two fingers and shook it in front of his two colleagues, and immediately let the two of them stare at the boss.

"Or dollars!"

"Hiss, hiss..." The two of them took a breath.

"All players who participated in the operation have a share. If you talk about it, how much does it cost?"

After a long time, Guan Xingxiu shook his head and tsk softly: "Tsk tsk, I heard before that Ning Yan of the Operations Department 2 had dealt with several officers who reached out to them a few days ago. I thought this was also a character who could eat people and not spit out bones. I didn't expect that this move would be so grand."

"Old manager, your news is behind. Those officers were beaten to death by King Ning Yan in front of all the officers of the Second Division of Operations. In less than a minute, they were beaten into a pool of mud. One of my fellow villagers was in the Second Division. They were so scared that their legs were weak on the spot. They didn't recover for a long time."

Guan Xingxiu was so shocked that his eyes hopped, and he asked in surprise: "Blow it! Is there such a fierce guy?"

"Old manager, you were not at the Nanjing headquarters before, so I don't know how powerful Ning Yan Wang was. At that time, Ning Yan Wang was in the operation department as the leader of the operation team. He really fought all over the entire MIIS. In the end, no one dared to fight him. I practiced with him once, and I made me lie down for several days with one punch, and I almost got rid of it. That was a monster!"

The captain of the operation, Gong Maode, is an old man from the Military Control Bureau, so he knows a lot about Ning Zhiheng, but his words really shocked Guan Xingxiu, because Guan Xingxiu knew his captain very well, and he was a perfect fighting master. He was very skilled and far from as good as that, but such a good player could not even bear the punch of Ning Yanwang.

Lian Lei kept shook his head when he remembered the scene: "No, I didn't dare to end up. That guy rushed around when he tried his best. He couldn't stop him. He hit his body with multiple fists and didn't even frown..."

While several people were talking in a low voice, a knock on the door came from his ears, and an officer pushed the door open and entered.

Gong Maode looked up and quickly stood up from his seat, walked forward in two steps, and greeted him with a smile: "Old Zhao, you haven't shown up for a long time and don't have time to drink with you. Why did you come here today?"

The person who came was Zhao Jiang. He guarded Ning Zhiheng to the headquarters to report on his work, and happened to contact old friends and invite everyone to attend his celebration banquet everywhere.

Suddenly Gong Maode's eyes lit up, he looked at Zhao Jiang's military uniform and said loudly: "Old Zhao, why? Have you been promoted to major? This..."

Gong Maode and Zhao Jiang had a friendship in Nanjing. At that time, Zhao Jiang was promoted to the captain of the operation team by Ning Zhiheng. Gong Maode was the captain of the operation team under Ye Zhiwu. Later, the chief officers of both of them were transferred to the front line of Shanghai. Without a backer, they had a hard time at the headquarters.

The two people have the same situation, they have the same illness and love each other. They often drink together to drown their sorrows, and get along very well.

Later, the Military Affairs Bureau was established, Ning Zhiheng returned, and Zhao Jiang served as the leader of the operation team, and his position had surpassed Gong Maode. Ye Zhiwu died in Shanghai in battle, and Gong Maode had no backing. His military rank and position had not changed in the past two years.

However, the friendship between the two people has not changed. They often sit together, which is very familiar with each other.

This time, Zhao Jiang served as Ning Zhiheng's guard captain, and never dared to take a step away. He even had food and accommodation in the second place of action, so he never met Gong Maode. However, as soon as he met today, Gong Maode was shocked!
Chapter completed!