50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 220: Emergence
When Jiang Xinrong heard that he wanted to choose his own training program, he sighed inwardly. It seemed that he wouldn't choose the most demanding physical training.

“We have many training programs here: formations, physical fitness, shooting, throwing, swimming, chemical defense, tactical maneuvers, battlefield first aid, and combat (including bayonet fighting and hand-to-hand combat).”

Hearing Jiang Xinrong's words, Sun Zhiwei felt greatly disappointed.

I had assumed that with such strict regulations here, there would be some different training programs. But it turned out that the programs Jiang Xinrong reported were actually designed to train elite soldiers and reconnaissance troops.

But he wasn't aiming to be a reconnaissance soldier or a sharpshooter; his ideal training was naturally similar to that of the CIA and KGB.

If you really don't have any, then you can make do with something like the SEALs, SAS, or GSG9.

However, he overlooked the fact that there is no such force in China at present. The most capable soldiers are just the elite troops in the spearhead company. The concept of special forces does not even exist yet.

The most exaggerated understanding of this topic probably comes from what he saw in the James Bond movies. He remembered that by this time, seven or eight James Bond films had already been made.

In this day and age, Sun Zhiwei has never seen the James Bond films, but he must have had internal reference films translated by the Shanghai Film Dubbing Studio.

"I won't participate in the drill training. The only subjects I want to take are chemical defense, battlefield first aid, and hand-to-hand combat. Also, do you have driving lessons here?"

"Drivers? Although we don't have that course, we have car classes and small car classes. They are skilled in both car repair and driving."

"Okay, then let's add 'driving'. I'm not just talking about driving trucks and cars. Do you have any tank crews here?"

"You want to learn how to drive a tank?"

"I want to learn anything that can move: cars, tanks, armored vehicles, self-propelled artillery, fighter jets, bombers, speedboats, ships, and submarines."

Jiang Xinrong opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say. After a long while, he said to him, "Brother, you've really put me in a difficult position."

"Here's what we'll do. I'll report your request to the commander and let him make the decision."

"Before the regimental commander replies, you can train me in three things: chemical defense, battlefield first aid, and hand-to-hand combat. How about that?"

"Okay, that's how it'll be arranged, but I have more requirements than that."

"Let me make a list first, and then you can see how many items the base can accommodate. If it can't, I'll think of another way."

Then, Jiang Xinrong saw him take out paper and pen from his bag and start writing furiously on the table. He knew what many of the subjects were about just by hearing their names, but there were also many that he couldn't understand at all.

For example, shooting, fighting, demolition, driving, climbing, parachuting, first aid, concealment, stealth, lock picking, communications, makeup, disguise, pharmacology, cryptography, safe house, key knowledge, psychological coping, wilderness survival, business thinking, wiretapping and eavesdropping, negotiation and persuasion, bribery and subversion, reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, intelligence gathering and analysis.

"These are the 20 items; let's see how many you can provide."

"The contents of this paper are all classified. Even if you see it, don't tell anyone. I think your current security clearance level is a bit too high. You'd better check with your commander."

"No, brother, don't get me into trouble. I don't understand it anyway." Jiang Xinrong became more and more panicked as he heard him say that.

"Hehe, you should seize the opportunity I'm given, whether it will be a blessing or a curse is really uncertain."

"Arrange a training course for me right now, and then go find your commander."

Jiang Xinrong had no choice but to take him out with a bitter face, and then asked the guard to take Sun Zhiwei to the training ground to find the corresponding instructor.

Soon, Sun Zhiwei focused wholeheartedly on training.

What he didn't know was how much of a commotion his note caused. After seeing the note, Commander An of the base immediately sent people to put Jiang Xinrong in solitary confinement.

Then Commander An personally returned to the city and found Xu Yimin in the Foreign Affairs and Intelligence Department. Xu Yimin was on the phone in his office when Commander An pushed open the door.

Upon seeing the other person, Commander An was no longer in such a hurry. Taking advantage of the moment when the other person was on the phone, he took out some good tea from the cabinet, brewed himself a cup, and then sat down to wait patiently.

Only after Director Xu finished his call did he hand over the note from his bag.

Director Xu glanced at him before focusing his attention on the note.

He could understand the subjects on the slip of paper at first, but the more he read the later items, the more surprised he became. Each item contained skills that frontline workers might use.

"Old An, where did this come from?" Director Xu picked up the note, got up, and sat down next to Regiment Commander An.

"Didn't you bring it to me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever give you this?"

"It was written in the 'special case' that you sent there for training."

"You mean this was written by Sun Zhiwei?"

Although Director Xu had a high opinion of Sun Zhiwei, it wasn't in that way. The knowledge involved was far beyond what a kindergarten principal could possibly understand; even he himself didn't know it.

What he didn't know was that the content on the note was actually abbreviated by Sun Zhiwei.

For example, the driving category involves various vehicles on land, sea, and air, and many projects are so complex that even if someone applies for them, they might not be able to get approved.

"Looks like even you don't know. Old Xu, is this Sun Zhiwei reliable?"

"Both my parents sacrificed their lives on the eve of liberation. They were of impeccable lineage and their resumes from childhood to adulthood are verifiable. If they can't even be trusted, then we have no one we can trust."

"Where did he learn these things from?" This was the part that puzzled the two of them the most.

"I don't know either, but if there is any possibility, it's that he came up with it himself."

"How is that possible?" Commander An looked at Director Xu as if he were an idiot.

"You don't know, this Sun Zhiwei is exceptionally smart, you could say he's a prodigy, a genius. We don't understand the world of geniuses."

"You know how amazing he is, yet you still put him in kindergarten and have him working there for 20 years. Are you out of your mind?"

"Sigh, you'll know if you just look at his file."

Then, Xu Yimin took out Sun Zhiwei's information from the cabinet and handed it to Commander An.

Commander An carefully read through the thick stack of documents before speaking:

"So, because of his childhood experiences, he became extremely cautious later on, avoiding anything even slightly dangerous, and deliberately chose this kindergarten location?"

"Most likely. As you've seen, his whole family has been safe all these years; no matter how big the trouble, it hasn't affected them," Director Xu said helplessly.

"Then why is he starting to show his face again?" Commander An asked, pointing to the note on the coffee table.

(End of this chapter)