Chapter 94 Codename 007
He Chi got into the car, with two agents guarding him on the left and right.
Such a similar way of treating prisoners may make people feel uncomfortable, but He Chi has no intention of thinking about that right now.
He made a mistake. Because he didn't think too much about it in the Netherlands, he used his real name "He Chi" instead of his assigned identity "Kevin" when communicating with others.
Now Montgomery, the loudmouth, shouted out, and Christine happened to listen.
There is a serious problem here. If he admits He Chi's identity, he will not be able to explain his different appearance, and at the same time, he will not be able to explain that he is only in his 20s.
The best way is to pretend not to know her and tell Kristine that she is just an Oriental with the same name and has nothing to do with her.
That’s what he thought at first.
But when he saw the girl's disappointed eyes, he couldn't bear it after all.
So I used this "recognition that is not recognition" to respond to the girl.
Looking at the watch, June 3rd was about to end in a few hours. The generator plan had been completed and he was going back. Before that, he at least told the other party that he was still alive.
As for the issue of appearance and age, he couldn't solve it, so he simply left it to the other party's imagination.
If he can't come back, this may be the last memory of the two of them.
I hope he did nothing wrong.
The car arrived at a building near Buckingham Palace, and He Chi walked in with several agents.
MI6 headquarters, an ordinary office.
The person in charge, Meng Xisi, handed a cup of coffee to He Chi and handed him a cigar.
“I’m from Cuba, try it, it’s the same style.”
“Thank you, I just smoked it.” He Chi waved his hand to refuse, then looked at the surrounding furnishings and asked, “No Take me to the inquiry room?”
“I just said, I just came to you. It's a routine matter. There's no need for that kind of place." Menzies shrugged and knocked on the table beside him. "This is MI6. Some people also call us MI6. I believe you already know that. After all, you were there when you were in the Netherlands. Claimed to be ours.”
"Sorry, I have no choice at that time."
"It doesn't matter, this is your ability, I don't care." Menzies walked to the bookcase and took out a piece of material. "What I want to know is, do you have Not interested in actually following us?”
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He Chi did not expect that the other party would call him alone to talk about this.
"We have read your file. You have been in the UK for a long time. You didn't have any outstanding performance under that third-rate Canadian film producer before, but at least it is confirmed that you are definitely not a spy."
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"And recently." Menzies picked up a book that was obviously much thicker. "This is your result in half a month."
"Killed a submarine and damaged the cruiser Nuremberg."
“Downed two planes, oh by the way, four including this morning’s ..."
"Saved about 500 Allied soldiers, plus an army major general."
"After doing all this, you even made a movie. The Treasury brought in social donations of at least 500,000 pounds.”
"Kevin, or I'll call you He Chi, the Sixth Office is very interested in you, do you want to work together?"
He Chi thought for a moment, "Can I make a condition?"
"Say Look, our funds are tight, but you are an exception." Menzies spread his hands. "The girl I brought here is British. Place her well. I don't mean going to a place like an orphanage." He Chi held out a finger.
“No problem, this kind of thing is easy. We can discuss the specific plan later.”
"I want a portion of the funds, more than 2,000 pounds, to be sent to the mother and daughter in this photo. They should be easy to find if they live in Manchester." He Chi handed over another photo.
Meng Sixi looked at the photo and nodded, "It's okay, my people will make arrangements, even if you pay your salary in advance."
He Chi stretched out his third finger "Finally One, do all the agents here have code names?”
“That’s not true, only a few senior agents have code names.”
“Then give me a name. You have to choose yourself." He Chi suddenly became playful.
Menzies frowned and said, "This is not according to the rules. How about you come in first? With your ability, you should be promoted to a senior agent with a code name in a short time."
He Chi suddenly laughed jokingly. "Sir, I want to fight A bet? If I win, let me choose a code name. "What are you betting on?" He Chi said with confidence.
"Where do you think this is? A person disappears out of thin air here?" Menzies looked at the other person to make sure he was not joking.
"Yes, that's what I mean." The Oriental nodded again to confirm.
"It's interesting. Even Himmler's best subordinates can't come and go freely in the headquarters of MI6. I agreed and added another hundred pounds by the way." Menzies saw that the Easterners were so shameless. Weiwei got a little angry and not only agreed to the request, but even took the initiative to increase the amount.
"Okay, sir, can you arrange a room for me? I want to take a rest." He Chi stood up and said goodbye.
Menzies pressed an electric bell, and soon someone walked in, "Arrange a room and take him to rest. Remember to keep an eye on him and don't let him go!"
The British intelligence chief showed up in the last half. Stress is added to the sentence.
The subordinate took He Chi out of the room, and Menzies was alone in the room reading other documents.
Two hours later, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.
"What happened?"
"Boss, something happened. The Oriental man disappeared." The subordinate came in and said in a panic.
"What?! Disappeared?" Menzies stood up suddenly and "Take me to see."
On the fourth floor, the doors and windows of the room where He Chi was originally arranged to rest were closed, and there was no trace of entry or exit. A simple dinner was placed on the table, but the room was already empty.
“We prepared a working meal for him according to normal hospitality standards. He was normal at first and kept complaining that the fried fish was too salty, but I just looked back and within 5 seconds he Just..." The look on the face of the agent in charge of guarding was as if he had seen a ghost.
Menzies waved his hand and signaled the others to move away. He walked over alone and checked the items on the table one by one, from the tableware to the table. When he saw the half-eaten dinner, he put his fingers in front of the cup. I applied it and found it was still warm.
Gala~ The coffee cup was knocked to the side by him, and a small white note was exposed from the bottom.
Menzies picked up the note and read it softly
"Mr. Minister, it seems that I have won now. Please help me register. My future code name is..."
007!
The Dunkirk chapter is over, and then we return to daily life. The next copy is still in England. Thank you for your support!
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