50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 218 Secret Base
Baldness represented an era, and his death had a profound impact.

After returning home, Sun Zhiwei locked himself in his study and began to express his views on the changing trends of the post-bald-head era.

What will the situation be like on the other side of the strait? What will the attitudes of the neighboring countries be? What will the attitudes be like across the Pacific Ocean? And what are the different attitudes of other unrelated countries?

He would describe important countries in detail, while he would write abbreviated names for irrelevant or unimportant ones.

And all of these have a traceable origin.

Analysis is not fabrication, nor is it empty talk. Every possibility he makes must be supported by evidence to make it coherent. Only then can it be considered an excellent answer.

The analysis report was submitted a day later than expected, on the third day.

A thick stack of more than twenty sheets of paper contained tens of thousands of words of analysis.

It included all the countries involved, both those related and those not, and each country provided one or more analytical results.

After receiving it, the section chief first looked at the table of contents on the first sheet of paper, then at the final summary, and only then did he begin to examine it carefully from the beginning.

After reading it, the section chief felt that the matter was crystal clear in his mind. The world that was originally blurry seemed to have its veil lifted at this moment, revealing its true face.

"Hiss, Zhiwei, did you write this in the last two days?"

"Yes, sir. Please see if there are any areas that need further modification."

He had originally planned to leave a few mistakes so that the leader could make some adjustments.

Then I thought about it, and realized that my current boss is a soldier. I shouldn't let him find out and get slapped in the face, or I'd be in a bad mood.

Moreover, this article is considered my own assessment assignment, and if there are any basic errors, it might affect my file evaluation.

So he didn't fuss over it and simply wrote down whatever came to mind.

However, judging from the director's attitude after reading it, I'm afraid I went too far.

He quickly reviewed what he had written in his mind and found that there was nothing that crossed the line, which put his mind at ease.

The section chief was not surprised by whether his content met the standards, but rather by the fact that Sun Zhiwei was able to analyze the attitudes of various countries around the world from a high-level perspective.

Moreover, every speculation was logical and well-founded, making him feel that things would definitely develop in this way, which was quite remarkable.

He was very familiar with Sun Zhiwei's resume. He had no prior experience in diplomacy, which means that his analysis was based on his studies over the past few months.

That's a talent, a talent for diplomatic analysis.

If his analysis is more than 50% accurate, then this guy's importance in the eyes of the leader will rise sharply.

But he had originally planned to train him to be a frontline intelligence officer, so should he continue now? The section chief was a bit of a headache.

After all, Sun Zhiwei's past records clearly state that his physical fitness, assassination, shooting, cross-country running, and mental fortitude are all outstanding.

Sun Zhiwei is currently in his prime, and this statistic should not drop too much, making him very suitable for training as a frontline intelligence officer.

He wasn't quite sure why his superiors had sent Sun Zhiwei to the intelligence department for an internship, but that's how straightforward soldiers are.

Since Sun Zhiwei is already here and is very suitable for this line of work, he should keep him here. As for what the higher-ups originally intended, that is another matter.
that's not important.

However, it seems that it might be difficult to keep this person around.

Although the section chief's mind was racing like boiling water, it didn't show to Sun Zhiwei.

He put the report away and turned to Sun Zhiwei, saying, "Do you still want to go to the archives?" "No need to go, sir. I've already memorized the documents."

'You've memorized tens of thousands of documents? Who are you trying to fool?' The section chief wanted to spit at him, but one of Sun Zhiwei's documents stated: suspected of having a photographic memory.

He wasn't even sure if it was real; it was just a hoax.

"Since we don't need to look at it anymore, you can return your documents. If you need to check the information again in the future, you will need to apply for a new one."

"Yes, sir." Sun Zhiwei immediately took out his credentials for entering and exiting the archives and placed them on the table.

"The next project is to learn espionage skills, including the use of espionage equipment, intelligence gathering, close-quarters combat, high-pressure psychological testing, and so on."

"There's no time limit this time. Just come back after you finish the game."

"Yes, I promise to complete the mission."

"However, sir, could you let me choose my own training program? Because only I know myself, and there are some things that I really don't need to train for."

When the section chief heard him say that, he frowned, but thought to himself that soldiers who didn't come from the recruit camp were indeed not easy to manage.

If it were truly his own troops, there would be no room for negotiation on the mission. He always believed that soldiers only needed to obey orders, and if there were any problems, they should wait until the orders were completed before providing feedback.

"Comrade Sun Zhiwei, are you sure?"

"You have to understand that the environment in which special agents operate is completely different from that in the military. Often, strong combat ability does not necessarily make one a qualified special agent."

"I know, Chief."

"But I insist that there will definitely be an assessment in the end anyway, and if I can't pass, I will naturally go and study."

After hearing what he said, the director thought it made sense. Moreover, special agents don't necessarily need to fight; often, obtaining intelligence only requires reading newspapers.

“I will explain your situation to the person in charge of the training base. You can choose your training subjects, but if you cannot pass the assessment, you will not be allowed to come back.”

"Yes, Chief."

"Then you should go home first today. A car will pick you up from your house at 7 a.m. tomorrow."

Sun Zhiwei, who was ordered to leave work, immediately returned home and explained to Tong Jiajia that evening that he would be going to another city for closed training for at least a month.

The next day he got up very early, ate and drank his fill, and waited at the door of his house.

At 7:00 a.m. sharp, a jeep pulled up in front of his house. After getting in, he was asked to put on a mask.

Sun Zhiwei knew the rules, so he simply put on the mask without saying much. He knew very well that this trip was definitely to a secret unit, and it wouldn't be like the militia training he used to do at a military camp.

The jeep traveled westward, and after leaving the city, the ride became increasingly bumpy, involving constant ups and downs of mountains.

Finally, he felt the light outside dim, and the car must have entered underground, as echoes began to come from both sides.

The jeep continued driving for over an hour in the dim light, showing no sign of stopping. If this were on the ground, it would probably have already reached Wucheng.

He thought it couldn't be that far, but it was highly likely that they had already entered the Taihang Mountains.

Over the past few decades, the continuous excavation of the underground Great Wall has created a complete underground network across the country, making it possible to reach numerous places within a two-hour drive.

(End of this chapter)