The backyard of the Princess Mansion is a side room.

All the nine inner guards of Chang'an City were present. They were the Chief and Deputy Chief of the Interior Affairs Office of Chang'an, Chief of the Special Service Office of Chang'an, Chief of the Special Service Office of Chang'an, Chief of the Special Service Office, Chief of the Chang'an Security Office, Chief of the Special Service Office, and Chief of the Special Service Office.

The nine great King Kongs were all elites trained by Song Beiyun in the Imperial City Division. After following him to Chang'an, he only screened out several perverted human spirits after being screened out after a second screening.

Anyone who was released outside was so loud that it was a panic that stopped the children from crying at night, but now they were stopped, and they were scolded for being timid in a bad mood.

"Absurd! It's absurd!"

Song Beiyun pointed one by one: "After spending a million yuan a year, you will raise your group of waste! You can bully them all! You still have the face to say that they are the best intelligence personnel in the world? If you want me, they are all waste! One by one, Chen Huanghan!"

"have!"

"How many pounds are you?"

"Return...Return...185 pounds."

"One Hundred and eighty-five, good! It's great. When I came, I came one hundred and one hundred. In less than a few years, you gave me half a person. Working is useless, and it tastes better than a pig. I really teach you dogs, and you are really inferior to dogs."

The Nine King Kongs had no temper either. They couldn't stand this matter anymore. They went up to the peak to inform them to thoroughly investigate the Persian woman, but they almost threw Chang'an City, but they still didn't find the suspiciousness of the woman.

So they reported it to Song Beiyun, which made me feel bloody today.

"You said she is fine, okay." Song Beiyun slapped hard on the table: "I will let you gain your knowledge again."

After saying that, Xiao Song took out chalk and drew three squares on the blackboard, and wrote down the date on it.

"For the first time, she and I met the Exiled Immortal Teahouse by chance. This time we regarded it as a complete accident and could be ignored."

"The second time, she happened to inspect the refugee camp that day, and she happened to send things to the refugees. Okay, we also regard this as a coincidence."

"For the third time, I met her for the third time in the Meiyuan next to Fenglin Night School. It was even more coincidental that she was crying less than three meters away from me. The sound was neither loud nor small, and I could hear it."

Song Beiyun slapped the blackboard hard, and dust rose into the air with a thud, but he ignored it and asked sternly: "Have I taught you the principle of coincidence?"

The nine Vajras below were weak and listless and answered: "There is..."

"Fatty, get up and answer the coincidence principle of the intelligence community."

Chen Huanghan, who was questioned about his weight just now, said tremblingly: "The intelligence department should define all accidents that exceed two times as non-probability events and then conduct investigations, and the more times of coincidences, the greater the probability of intentional approaching."

"Very good, it seems you all understand the truth." Song Beiyun kicked over his stool: "Chang'an City, including local permanent residents, immigrants, refugees and temporary residents, according to the notice from the household registration yamen last month, there are 3.3 million people. This includes all the data of the three prefectures and eleven counties in Chang'an. What is the probability of meeting the same person three times without special agreements? Fat! Calculate it for me!"

Chen Huanghan lowered his head and dared not speak, and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "It's very low..."

“How low is it very low.”

"Just...it's very low, almost impossible."

"It's 3.3 million times 3.3 million times 3.3 million times 3.3 million times 3.3 million! I tell you, it's impossible!" Song Beiyun said sternly: "Even if we didn't calculate the first two times, we calculated the third time alone, it's one in three.3 million." Song Beiyun walked back and forth with his waist: "Do you think I've asked someone to ride on my neck to shit? My movements are clear, but we don't know what the details are on the other side. You still have the face to say that you are the best in the world? Well? The best in the world??"

The nine King Kongs who were scolded for a night remained silent, but they had a competitive spirit. It was worthless to be scolded by Song Beiyun. After all, the title of the world's number one intelligence agency has been above their heads for a long time.

"Mr. Song, can't you just arrest him and investigate him?"

"You will get your monthly salary when you go back tomorrow, suspend your work for half a year, and re-repair it." Song Beiyun waved his hand lightly: "You are so stupid that you are not worthy of working under my hands."

The guy who was pulled out to rehabilitate after talking too much and turned pale at that time. He was about to ask for mercy, but was pulled by his companions around him. He shook his head gently to signal him to shut up at this moment.

Everyone who works in intelligence knows that intelligence is a persistent war, without gunpowder but extremely bloody. Spies and spies are basically unavoidable to die after being discovered, and even implicate a large number of people. In order to prevent such a thing as pulling out the carrot and bringing out the mud, many levels are usually set up in the intelligence community to prevent being linked.

So even if this person was arrested and interrogated and dropped a point, no one knew how many points there were left behind. Only by controlling these points tightly, or using these points to transmit false errors or even completely contrary information, is the most common and most cost-effective method in the intelligence battlefield.

The method of using an exposed person to constantly transmit false information, and even turning it over and seducing more advanced online use of his behavior, is called phishing in the intelligence community.

The guy who asked just now just took it for granted that he ate his bait. The person who ate the bait was a little bit confused. It's not that Song Beiyun asked him to get out immediately.

"Mr. Song, if we investigate with great fanfare, will we alert the enemy?"

"When I taught you before, have you ever said that the most important thing in this job is to stop talking nonsense?" Song Beiyun asked back: "What I want is substantive suggestions, and I didn't ask you some nonsense that dogs know."

"yes……"

It seems that Song Beiyun was indeed angry today. He was quite gentle in the past, but now he has to go up to say anything when he hears it, and he is very resentful.

"Since you have encountered a strong enemy, let's review the past and learn the new things today." Song Beiyun turned around and wrote on the blackboard: "Any behavior is driven by motivation, and there is no unmotivated behavior."

An innocent woman who claims to be the strongest intelligence organization cannot find the foundation is a major doubt in itself. It is because it is too clean that it seems unnatural. So such people are constantly approaching Song Beiyun, and the timing is just right. What is the motivation behind this?

Killing? Impossible. Song Beiyun does not accept assassination. He always has a pistol. Even Wuyou has a chance to win in front of the pistol. Moreover, if someone who knows Song Beiyun's whereabouts is full of knowledge, it is impossible for him to know that within ten feet of his side, there must be a protection from top experts. It is more difficult to kill him without knowing it than assassinating the emperor. In terms of poisoning, Song Beiyun is the founder of the School of Chemical Technology. He is an ancestor-level figure. In the world, he is the only one who poisons others and is not the turn of others to poison him.

So what are the remaining motives? Getting information? Or what other purpose?

In fact, this is hard to guess because Song Beiyun is too clear about his value. His every move affects the national economy of dozens of countries. One order is the livelihood of dozens of people and millions of people. Although he is not an emperor, he is better than an emperor. He also holds the superior forces and black technology that are enough to fight from Jerusalem three or five times.

He could get too much from him, so he didn't know whether this was a personal, family or country strategy plan. He didn't know which country it was, Persia, the Western Regions, the Song, Liao, Jin or where it was.

So the reason why he got angry was here. He was facing nothingness, and he had no idea where to start. Before finding out who was standing behind her, everything must be low-key and quietly enjoy the fishing process.

Otherwise, without this screw, there will be meat, iron wire, steel wire, and copper wire in the future.

"This woman is so smart," said the first of the Nine King Kongs: "Not only does she have no bad record, she also has many fans among the people. If she is easily arrested, there will be no public trouble."

"Hey, there is no reason to be a crime." Someone next to him added: "It is not easy to find out her crime, but it is not easy to add a crime to her. It's just that adding it will be useless, but it's just an extra corpse."

"A good-looking corpse."

As soon as this sentence was said, the nine great King Kongs all showed a hideous smile. If someone broke into this place, they would definitely be creepy.

"Okay, you bastards." Song Beiyun slapped the table: "This time it is a battle between two intelligence agencies, your face and your inner circle. You can only succeed and not fail. I can do all my skills to investigate! Even if I trace it to the ends of the world."

"yes!"

Everyone stood up and promised, and Song Beiyun also waved tiredly: "Get out."

The nine people left with relief, and the guy who was asked to rebuild just now asked his companions curiously: "I..."

"Sir, I'm asking you to use your brain more. It's not that you really punish you. If you plead just now, you will be done." The fat man interrupted and said, "I'll write down this lesson. Don't interrupt randomly. You've been doing intelligence."

"I know, Brother... aren't you scolded so badly?"

"What can I do? If I can't do it, I can't escape when scolded?" The fat man took a deep breath: "I don't believe it anymore. Even if she fell from the sky, I will find the pit she had when she landed on the ground!"

On the second day, Chang'an was another peaceful day, and there were two days left before Mid-Autumn Festival, and the atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful.

Song Beiyun was resting today. He didn't seem to have a temper yesterday, but he got up early and came outside the military camp to wait. As soon as the agreed time arrived, a carriage stopped in front of him.

“It’s really on time.”

Looking at Zuo Rou who jumped out of the carriage, he smiled: "There are not many women as punctual as you."

"In the military camp, delays are to behead their heads." Zuo Rou looked at it for granted: "It will take a few moments to say it."

"Okay, not bad." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "If you eat for a minute, I will say you are not worthy of the military camp and let you go home to take care of your children."

Zuo Rou looked at him squintedly, as if saying, "I don't understand your virtues yet."

When entering the military camp, Song Beiyun asked Zuo Rou to make a record, and then the two walked straight into the coach camp. On the way, Song Beiyun asked curiously: "Is there a lot of fun in the temple yesterday?"

"Happy? My mind is about to be quarrel with those little bastards! I thought my little bastard was enough, but after seeing a group of bastards, I was really convinced. I would rather lead troops to fight against the Turks than take the children."

"You can fight, you can fight." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "I will give you a chance to beat the most elite teams of Song and Liao countries into dogs."

Zuo Rou's eyes shone, her eyes were sharp, and she could not even ticke her saliva.

After arriving at the coach camp, he called out generals of the North Navy and first introduced Zuo Rou to them. However, Zuo Rou did not use his real name, but used a pseudonym of Zhou Huimin. Although Zuo Rou didn't know why Song Beiyun asked her to call her this, she didn't mind as long as she could lead troops to fight.

"Master, isn't this the eldest lady? Why..."

Generals at all levels were recognized as soon as they entered the door. After all, Miss Zuo was the number one beauty in the military in the perception of these Qiu Bas, and she was also the daughter of Duke Ding. She had been hiding in the military camp since she was a child. Some young generals with family heritage even grew up with her.

"Don't ask." Song Beiyun raised a finger: "Ask him is General Zhou."

All the generals of all sizes understood and nodded and stood up to bow to General Zhou to say hello.

"Today, I invite General Zhou to come, to ask her to build an imaginary enemy army." Song Beiyun raised a finger: "I have told you before that the imaginary enemy army functions, so this time General Zhou will draw the most elite teams from the army of Song and Liao countries at the same time to form an unprecedentedly powerful team."

Generals at all levels smiled. Obviously, they didn't think that this "General Zhou" could take on any major role. Everyone knew that there was something between the Grand Marshal and the "General Zhou" and probably just wanted to find something for this young lady to do.

Since that's the case, everyone is working together, it's just a drill. Can a girl make any waves? Could it be that he can beat the elite among them?

Seeing the contempt and joking on their faces, Song Beiyun remained calm but was already filled with joy.

"The director team will be placed as soon as possible, and General Zhou will first select a group of people as the enemy these days."

Zuo Rou sat next to her and smiled grimly: "Then I'm not polite."

"General Zhou is polite, you are polite. Just speak whatever you want! Our brothers will definitely cooperate with the general."

After hearing what they said, Song Beiyun stood up: "I won't say more if I want to do it. I will give you seven days to prepare. In seven days, the Song-Liao military exercise will officially begin."

Zuo Rou raised her head and asked, "Do you want to convince them all?"

"You're welcome." Song Beiyun looked back at her: "Do what you can."
Chapter completed!