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Lin Feng approached the recruitment office of the Wang Wei Secret Service Agency with a heart full of trepidation, yet his steps were firm and resolute. The streets along the way were desolate, the faces of the common people etched with sorrow, living under the oppressive gaze of the Japanese Officers like ants struggling to survive. The wind carried dust and a sense of despair as it swept past him, but it could not extinguish the burning fighting spirit within him.
The recruitment office was situated within a heavily guarded courtyard, where two soldiers from the Japanese Puppet Army stood watch, their vigilant eyes scanning every passerby. Lin Feng adjusted his slightly worn clothes, which were deliberately styled to project a down-and-out intellectual aura, took a deep breath, and stepped forward steadily.
"What do you want?" one of the soldiers from the Japanese Puppet Army stepped forward to block his path, his tone brusque.
"Sir, I am here to apply for a position at the Wang Wei Intelligence Agency. I have heard that the Imperial Army is seeking talented individuals, and I wish to offer my services," Lin Feng replied humbly, bowing slightly as he presented his forged resume, his eyes betraying a hint of eagerness and urgency.
The soldier took the resume with suspicion, flipping through it briefly before sizing up Lin Feng with a few more glances. He waved his hand dismissively: "Go on in, but behave yourself!"
Upon entering the courtyard, Lin Feng found himself in a completely different scene. The candidates gathered for interviews were a mixed bunch—some were streetwise ruffians with cunning glints in their eyes, while others wore sycophantic expressions typical of pseudo-intellectuals. Each harbored their own motives, hoping to carve out a place for themselves in Wang Wei's melting pot.
Lin Feng was led into a spacious room furnished with several long tables. A few examiners sat behind them, and in the center was a Japanese Officer whose cold gaze resembled that of a winter's icy pool, exuding an intimidating pressure that made one shiver.
As the interview began, the Japanese Officer spoke in a stilted Chinese, throwing out a series of military jargon intended to stump the candidates: "What is tactical maneuvering? Please elaborate on your understanding of the Intelligence Front within the current strategic layout of the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere." As soon as he finished speaking, many candidates showed signs of distress; some even broke out in nervous sweat.
Lin Feng's heart tightened as flashes of espionage drama scenes and historical knowledge raced through his mind. He straightened his back slightly, cleared his throat, and spoke with measured confidence: "Sir, tactical maneuvering is an intricate combat strategy. It is akin to how a hunter approaches prey—not confronting them head-on but rather flanking or ambushing from behind to deliver a decisive blow when they least expect it. In the current situation, the Imperial Army's promotion of the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere is indeed a grand vision for benefiting all people. The Intelligence Front is crucial; it serves as the foundation of this magnificent structure. Only by accurately grasping intelligence from all sides can we ensure that every action taken by the Imperial Army is purposeful and that our path toward co-prosperity becomes smoother." He paused slightly here, casting a sincere look at the Japanese Officer while expressing deep admiration for the wisdom and strategy of the Imperial Army, pledging to dedicate himself fully to this great cause.
Listening to Lin Feng's response, the Japanese Officer's stern face showed a flicker of interest; a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. He nodded slightly, indicating for Lin Feng to continue.
"As various forces stir beneath the surface," Lin Feng continued confidently, "the Anti-Japanese Elements may be like grasshoppers after autumn—unable to leap for long—but they still seek to disrupt the grand ambitions of the Imperial Army. We at Wang Wei Intelligence Agency must act like keen hounds, sniffing out their traces and eliminating them one by one. Whether through personnel infiltration, resource monitoring, or guiding public opinion, we must exert ourselves comprehensively to ensure that under the leadership of the Imperial Army, the Greater East Asia region moves toward prosperity." His words flowed smoothly as he adeptly intertwined his knowledge of intelligence with flattery towards the Japanese Officer.
The other examiners whispered among themselves before nodding in approval. The Japanese Officer then asked: "What are your views on intelligence encryption and transmission?"
Lin Feng felt a surge of joy inside; he knew he was on track. After some thought, he replied: "Sir, intelligence encryption is akin to placing a sturdy lock on precious letters to ensure that information remains secure during transmission and cannot be intercepted by enemies. We can employ complex coding systems based on numbers or combinations of letters and symbols while regularly changing these codes so that enemies cannot decipher them. Moreover, when transmitting intelligence, we must cleverly utilize various channels—such as using seemingly ordinary merchants or drivers as cover—who traverse city streets unnoticed by enemies. We can also leverage public information mediums like newspaper ads or special radio frequencies to convey hidden messages without raising suspicion."
After this response, all examiners were thoroughly impressed. The Japanese Officer stood up and approached Lin Feng, patting him on the shoulder: "You have potential; welcome to join us at Wang Wei Secret Service Agency."
Lin Feng felt an overwhelming surge of excitement within him but maintained an outward demeanor of restraint as he quickly bowed in gratitude: "Thank you for your recognition, Sir! I will surely dedicate myself wholeheartedly to serve the Imperial Army."
Thus, through his wit and courage, Lin Feng secured his entry into Wang Wei's ranks and took his first step into a life of espionage. He understood that this was merely a beginning; far more brutal tests and thrilling confrontations awaited him. Gazing out at the overcast sky beyond the window, he silently vowed to hold steadfast within this dark enemy stronghold and clear away the fog for his organization until they could greet the dawn breaking through the clouds.
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