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Chapter 2693 Another Way of Deterrence (Third Update, Please Subscribe)
Espionage is the oldest profession in the world.

They were born almost simultaneously with human civilization, and for this reason, the confrontation between spies and counter-spies has never ceased throughout human history.

In modern times, it has become more scientific and systematic. Countries have established dedicated intelligence agencies to carry out intelligence work. In order to combat the intelligence work of other countries in their own countries, they have also established dedicated counter-espionage agencies.

When the Cold War came along, the confrontation became even more intense and heated. In some ways, the most important battlefield in the Cold War was this invisible battlefield.

In the SEA, if the Investigation Department is a sharp sword aimed at other countries, then the Security Bureau is a shield protecting itself. It is precisely because of its existence that the SEA still maintains its record of having the lowest infiltration rate to this day.

There's always a pair of eyes watching you; that's the security bureau.

In the basement office of the security bureau building, the fluorescent lights hummed softly, mixing the smells of tobacco and paper ink in the air, creating a stuffy, suffocating atmosphere.

The marker marks on the whiteboard were still slightly damp, and in the center was a clear ID photo of British Air Force Colonel Alan Wright, with his itinerary marked in red below: to visit Fuji Air Base in three days to tour the Nightshade stealth fighter.

Detective Wang Hongqi leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the British officer in the photograph, his brows furrowed.

"This is simply a joke."

His voice was low, but it couldn't hide his anxiety.

"What part of 'Night Shadow' isn't a top secret? Allowing a British colonel and his team to visit it up close would make the risk of leaks impossible to control."

He said this because they needed to make appropriate security preparations for the British Air Force delegation, one of which was to screen the members of the British delegation.

He turned to look at Cole, who was leaning against the desk beside him, his tone becoming more urgent:

“We all know that Britain has long been infiltrated by the Russians. Who knows how many spies Lubyanka has planted? Among the men Colonel Allen brought, there might be undercover agents on a mission. Even if there aren't any in his entourage, by the time they bring the information back to London, it probably won't even have reached the Secretary of Defense before the intelligence appears in Lubyanka.”

The reason for this outburst is that it's true: these Soviet spies who infiltrated key departments of the British government provided the Soviet Union with countless vital intelligence reports, including information on British intelligence operations within the Soviet Union, secret Anglo-American talks, and the development of US-UK nuclear weapons. Of course, secrets such as the South British nuclear safeguards mechanism were also leaked by them.

Listening to Wang Hongqi's complaints, Cole slowly took out a cigarette, and the metal lighter lit up with a "click". He took a puff of smoke, which swirled in his lungs before he slowly exhaled. A strand of blond hair fell across his forehead, obscuring the expression in his eyes. With his typical German features, he looked at the photo on the whiteboard with his blue eyes and then shrugged.

"There's nothing we can do about it."

His voice carried a hint of helplessness. With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he propped his legs up on the table and said:

"Britain is our most important ally in Europe, and we have a lot of military cooperation, so we have to maintain appearances. They wanted to learn about Nightshade to assess whether to buy it, and they made a request, which the military decided to grant."

After all, Nightshade could not threaten Moscow in our hands, but it was a different story in Britain's hands.

From a military strike perspective, "Nightshade" can exert its greatest deterrent power in their hands, and besides...

Colton paused, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and said, word by word:

"Perhaps this is exactly what the military wants."

"what?"

Wang Hongqi's eyes widened suddenly, his face full of surprise, as if he hadn't understood the meaning of those words. He asked in astonishment:
"The military deliberately leaked secrets? That's impossible! 'Night Shadow' is our ace stealth fighter, why would it willingly hand over secrets?"

He subconsciously lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard, his tone filled with disbelief.

Cole smiled, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, stood up and walked to the whiteboard. His gaze swept over Colonel Allen's photo and finally landed on the Nightshade fighter jet.

"It's not about leaking core secrets, it's just about deliberately letting out some superficial information."

He explained:

"Russians are terrified of the appearance of Nightshade because it can penetrate Russia's air defense network. This is why many people claim that this is Russia's weakest moment—because Nightshade can fly over major cities like Moscow at any time and deliver the most fatal blow, that is, drop a nuclear bomb on their heads without them even knowing what happened."

Therefore, they definitely want to figure out "Night Shadow" and are eyeing it covetously, but they have never been able to find out its details.

Using the British to get this information into the hands of the Russians was essentially a form of deterrence. Hmm…

He paused slightly, then turned to look at Wang Hongqi and said:

"Let them know that we have mature stealth warfare capabilities, and let them understand that any provocation against us will face unpredictable counterattacks. Sometimes, this kind of deliberate 'leak' is more powerful than hiding things; it is a means of subduing the enemy without fighting."

Cole's analysis left Wang Hongqi stunned, staring at the photo on the whiteboard, speechless for a long time. The office air conditioner continued to hum, and he stood there for a while before finally speaking:
"No, no way..."

Who knows?

No one knows the answer, and the military won't tell everyone their true thoughts; they have their own plans.

The Security Bureau, like eyes, continues to monitor all targets to ensure that secrets are not leaked.

As the Royal Air Force delegation toured the facility, Lubyanka was filled with anticipation, as this was their first opportunity to get up close to the secrets of "Nightshade."

Although we haven't made contact yet, once the intelligence reaches Britain, what difference is there between it and it being delivered to Lubyanka's desk?
But even if they knew all this, what good would it do?

The "Night Shadow" is just a fighter jet; its true combat power lies in its internal subsystems, such as stealth coating technology, electronic systems, and flight control systems.

What is the real secret?
It's something that you can't replicate even if you get it.

Just like SEA's chips and the corresponding electronics industry, all of this was something that the Soviet Union and even other countries could hardly match.

In fact, in the last year of the 1970s, the whole world was unaware that a new technological revolution had begun.

No one knew it, just as Watt, who invented the steam engine, did not know what era he had ushered in.

Not to mention Watt himself, even in the 21st century, many people do not know the importance of "boiling water" to human civilization.

But no matter what, the doors of a new era sometimes open unexpectedly.

Sometimes, it even unfolds in an area that most people don't even notice.

At work, Cole is an elite agent of the Security Bureau, but what about when he gets home?
In his thirties, besides being a husband and father, he is also a game enthusiast.

This hobby has remained unchanged since he first encountered arcade games more than 20 years ago. Well, it may seem a bit like neglecting his main job, but who knows, even a serious job needs to be relaxed sometimes.

However, he always played after the children had fallen asleep. After all, as a father, he could indulge himself, but the children couldn't.

As a seasoned gamer, he tries out new games as soon as they're released. Like now, after playing for over an hour, Cole frowned at the PC screen, his fingers furrowing the keyboard as he muttered complaints. He was playing Need for Speed, released by Paradise Games, and the car's silhouette began to distort and stutter as soon as it crossed a straightaway.

"This is what they call an 'immersive 3D experience'? What the hell..."

Cole abruptly stopped the game, rubbed his sore eyes, and said in a tone full of dissatisfaction and disappointment:
"It's outright fraud! It's not just fraud, it's downright..."

He stared at the stiff reflections of the racetrack on the screen and muttered to himself:
"This terrible lighting and shadow looks like it's been painted with cheap paint. It doesn't have any metallic texture at all. It's not as realistic as the previous generation's 2D graphics."

As he restarted the game, the frame rate dropped sharply and noticeable ghosting appeared when the car was cornering at high speed. The trees beside the track turned into blurry blocks of color, and the smoke from the tires rubbing against the ground was just a monotonous gray pixel.

"This is just pixelated specks, what kind of 3D is this!"

Cole cursed angrily, and the game magazine on his desk slid to the floor. The cover was a promotional image for Quake, with the slogan "Ultimate 3D Immersion" printed on it.

"It's all hype, but the actual experience is ridiculously bad."

He muttered to himself, staring at the glaring jagged edges of the character model on the screen, growing angrier with each passing thought, and said somewhat irritably:

"I spent a lot of money upgrading the memory, but it's still the same. The frame rate is less than 20 when driving at high speed, and it's almost blinding me. This is not immersive, it's torture!"

Rain pattered against the windowpane. He closed the game, opened the player forum, and was immediately greeted by a screen full of complaints. He casually typed a line:

This is false advertising; the visuals don't live up to the word "3D experience" at all.

Then, he emphasized:

This is a scam! A classic case of fraud!

(End of this chapter)