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Chapter 1751: The Secret War in Chang'an (First Update, Please Subscribe)
In the context of the Cold War, dangerous air confrontations occurred from time to time, and the outside world was often unaware of them.

Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

For ordinary people, they will never know that the world is often on the brink of an accidental shooting.

They think the world is beautiful, but they don’t know that behind this beauty there are people who are carrying the heavy burdens and moving forward.

Time flies, and it is already the end of the year in the blink of an eye. Before the Christmas decorations on the streets are removed, the New Year is here again.

Because it was a holiday, there were people everywhere, whether in the shopping mall, park or beach, as if everyone had come out of their homes.

Schindler, holding a camera, would occasionally point the lens at the people in the park, using the camera to record their smiles and their happiness.

Sunshine, smiles, and happy people, this is life.

Schindler was walking on the beach, recording people's happy moments with his camera. Perhaps he was tired, so he walked to a retail store on the beach, asked for a bottle of water, walked to the old wooden bench on the beach, and sat there to drink the water.

“It’s a nice life this way.”

Just as Schindler was sighing there, the old man in the linen shirt sat down next to him, and the light spots leaking through the brim of his straw sun hat swayed on his knees.

"This is the tropical sunshine."

He suddenly said,
"It's so hot and yet so desirable."

Schindler turned around and saw that the backs of his hands were covered with sunspots of varying shades, and the sweat marks from the camera bag strap were slowly evaporating on his shoulders.

"Yes, the sunshine here has a smell."

Schindler looked up at the sun, then at the people on the beach and said:

"The sun baked the clouds into a smell like potato chips."

The old man took out a mint from his pocket, then peeled off the plastic wrapper. When he was about to throw it away, he seemed to remember something, crumpled the plastic wrapper into a ball and put it in his pocket.

"When I was in the trenches during the war, the thing I longed for most every day was the sunrise."

The sugar cubes formed small hills on his cheeks, and he said:

"Because sunrise means warmth, which means good weather, but good weather is when we launch an attack on the enemy, but every attack will result in casualties.

So I thought it would be nice to die in the sun.

I like sunshine, but sometimes I always recall the heavy snow..."

When the old man finished speaking, his eyes were staring straight into the distance, into a distant place.

At this time, a gust of sea breeze blew over, and he held down the flying newspaper, which was trembling under his fingertips. Seagulls were flying at the end of the breakwater.

"Now there is a mission."

The old man glanced at Schindler and said.

"There will be an electronics trade show next month, and I need to go there to purchase some goods."

"Ah."

Schindler nodded, but said nothing.

The old man next to him was not a stranger, but his superior.

He has been lurking here for 17 years.

He is already over 60 years old and may never have the chance to go home, so he has so many feelings. Perhaps he has always longed to return to Russia.

"Have some candy, my friend."

He handed over a mint, the plastic wrapper gleaming in the sun.

Instead of putting the mint in Schindler's hand, he placed it on the newspaper, then stood up and left.

After walking a few steps, the old man picked up the camera and pointed his lens at a few children who were building sand castles.

The smiles on their faces made the old man also have a sincere smile on his face.

After the old man left, Dele picked up the candy, and then he picked up the newspaper.

Looking at the content about the electronics trade show in the newspaper, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said to himself:
"Well, it's just a normal purchase."

Then he just stood there quietly looking at the beach and the people on the beach. Looking at the happy smiles on people's faces, he couldn't help muttering:

“In fact, this is real life!”

……

Security Bureau. Maybe it is not as "famous" as the Imperial Security Bureau, but it is still a powerful department in SEA. However, its mission is very simple - it is responsible for domestic security intelligence and counterintelligence work.

However, because of this, he often cooperates with the police, especially the Central Police Directorate, which is responsible for investigating major criminal cases and is an investigative agency directly under the Ministry of Justice.

Just like now, in the conference room, in addition to the head of operations of the Security Bureau, there is also an "outsider" with a visitor badge on his chest. In fact, he is the contact person of the Central Police Headquarters.

Whenever a liaison operation is required, the Central Police Headquarters will send a liaison officer to coordinate the liaison.

In the conference room, dim lights were projected onto the walls, and the air was filled with a strong smell of tobacco. The beam of light from the slide projector pierced through the smoke, projecting slides one by one onto the screen.

Hazel stood next to the slide projector, holding a telescopic pole in her hand.

“Now, here comes the problem,”

Hazel's voice was low and calm. He swept his eyes across the conference room and said to everyone present:
"How many spies are here?"

The room was silent, with only the slight hum of the slide projector's cooling fan. A few burning cigarette butts flickered in the darkness, like eyes hidden in the shadows. No one answered immediately, but there was a sense of tension in the air.

"There is no exact answer to this, of course,"

Hazel continued, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, "But we all know they're everywhere."

In the darkness, a hoarse voice broke the silence:
"Here, in addition to spies from the Eastern world such as Russia, East Germany, Poland, there are also spies from the United States, Britain, France, and even some Western countries."

Another person added: "Yes, among these spies, there are allies and opponents. But one thing is certain: they are all conducting various espionage activities here."

Hazel nodded, and the laser pointer moved to the next slide. The screen displayed a complex series of charts and photos that demonstrated the diversity and covertness of espionage activities.

"Collection of military and political intelligence,"

As Hazel spoke, he pointed at the content on the screen with a stainless steel telescopic pole and said:
"Stealing military secrets, stealing technical data, and also corporate espionage. Their goals are different, but the purpose is the same - to obtain our advanced technology. As we all know, in the past twenty years, our technology has been catching up from the initial introduction and has partially surpassed it. In some areas, we are far ahead."

The slides switched one by one, showing the details of various espionage activities, which ultimately pointed to technology.

The reason why they hope to gain from here is because of sEA's technological leadership, which has also attracted the attention of others.

The people in the room listened quietly, occasionally someone would talk in a low voice, but most of the time, only Hazel's voice echoed in the air.

Finally, the beam of the slide projector stopped at a picture - a delicate integrated circuit with a metallic luster on its surface. Hazel's eyes swept over everyone in the room, and his tone became particularly solemn.

"integrated circuit,"

He said slowly,
"This is the ultimate goal of spies from all over the world gathering here. Whether it is the Eastern world or the Western world, they all hope to obtain integrated circuits from here, especially some highly confidential models."

The room fell silent again, with only the light of the cigarette butt flickering in the darkness. Everyone knew that electronic technology with integrated circuits as the core was the most advanced technology in SEA.

Over the years, with the continuous introduction of various related technologies, SEA's integrated circuit technology is far ahead, even about three years more advanced than European and American countries.

This technological leadership is not just about the integrated circuit itself, but also includes leadership in integrated circuit design, manufacturing and other aspects.

It is for this reason that Western countries have always hoped to obtain integrated circuit technology from SEA. Even if it is a second best option, they still need to purchase a large number of integrated circuits from here.

“…According to US statistics, 60% of the integrated circuits used in US aircraft, missiles, radars and other military products are produced by our companies.

Among the integrated circuit manufacturing companies in the United States, the equipment and technologies they use all come from my country.

This is true in the United States and even more so in the Soviet Union. Theoretically, the Soviet Union's electronic technology lags behind ours by about six years, and the gap is constantly widening.

Therefore, for their spies, obtaining integrated circuits and corresponding technologies became the top priority of their work, and the KGB even set up a special department for this purpose. "

After showing the KGB’s intelligence on collecting chips and other technologies, Hazel continued:

"Now, the new year's electronics trade show is about to begin. This trade show is not only a feast of technology, but also a feast of spies.

They will definitely appear there and obtain the integrated circuits they want through various channels. They will disguise themselves and obtain the required chips and even their technologies through cooperation or commercial purchase from various identities. "

Finally, Hazel showed them some of the intelligence he had obtained and said:

"…Our target is him. He is a long-term Russian spy. We have reason to believe that he has set up a spy network here, but there is no definite evidence."

In the darkness, a deep voice sounded:

"That's why we need to set a trap and lure him and other spies into it. Either arrest them or turn them into double agents."

Hazel raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of a cold smile, and said:
"That's right. The trade fair is our stage, and they will be our prey."

He turned off the slide projector, and the room fell into darkness. Only the light of the cigarette butt was still flickering, like a conspiracy hidden in the shadows, waiting for its moment to come.

"Everyone," Hazel said finally.
"We don't know when this game will end, but as the shield of the sea, our existence is to protect everything here."

The people in the room did not speak, but just nodded slightly. Then, the meeting continued, and the next step was to deploy the action...

(End of this chapter)