Chapter 110 Airspace Security
July 13, London, sunny.
Just after the air raid siren, Christine walked into the MI6 office building wearing professional attire.
In the director's office, the staff were lifting up the furniture that had been knocked down while escaping from the bombing, while Menzies was dusting himself off in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
"Ms. Christine, you're here. It's a little messy here. Please don't mind. Please sit down!" When the girl came in, the director pulled out a chair.
"I can understand the special period." Kristen sat down without being polite, and then handed a document to Menzies. "This is what you need."
Menzies took it. Benzi glanced at it quickly, and with his professional knowledge, he quickly judged that this was a set of short codes for radio communication.
"The German planes taking off from France, the airborne communication channel bands, and simple communication codes were all on it. Free France lost at least three informants for this thing." Has become a female Kristen from Intelligence Officer explains.
Menzies flipped through it carefully and frowned, "Why is there a section missing in every place?"
"Two days later, in Le Havre and Nice, our people received the I will make up for the agreed upon supplies,” Christine said nonchalantly.
"I remember we were allies." Menzies' face didn't look good.
"Yes, I also remember that we are allies, but the weapons previously agreed to be provided to the French resistance have been delayed by a week than planned. Can you tell me why?" Christine took out one Slender Cigarette said calmly.
"Britain is in a moment of crisis now. There is a shortage of supplies everywhere. I am responsible for England!"
"France has been in trouble for a long time. I am responsible for the interests of France!" Female Intelligence Officer Tit for tat.
“You!”
Menzies looked at the female intelligence officer and suddenly calmed down. He also pulled up his chair and sat down, spreading his hands. "Okay, let's each take a step back. I guarantee that the supplies will arrive on time in Le Havre. As for Nice, The Navy has other tasks, and I will solve the problem within fifteen days."
The purpose of coming here has been achieved, and Kristen did not want to push it too much. She stood up and walked over to pick up a pen and write in the communication book. Fill in all the missing information.
What followed was meaningless reservations and pretentious remarks. After five minutes, Christine stood up and left.
"By the way" she seemed to suddenly remember something and turned around "Do you have an Eastern agent, what is his name? Oh yes, 007, I have a little thing to ask him, Is it convenient for him to see me?"
The expression on Menzies' face when he heard the name was very exciting, "I'm sorry, he has the highest level of confidentiality now, and even I don't know where he is now. …”
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Buzzing~~~
The sound of engines came from the sky, and a white Spitfire flew through the sky, causing bursts of cheers from the citizens below. …
In the cockpit, He Chi was listening to radio communications from the ground.
"White 01, white 01, the airspace ahead is normal, you can stay in the air for half an hour, please fly southeast and stop at Hornchurch Airport."
"White 01 received, landing in Hornchurch half an hour later." Elizabeth in the back row replied through the intercom.
In order to avoid problems, the entire communication was completed in the official standard communication language. The eldest princess’s flight route also deliberately chose the relatively safe airspace northwest of London. At least three radar stations monitor the possible airspace nearby. The German fighter planes that appeared immediately ordered the white 01 Spitfire to land at five nearby airports as soon as there was a problem. So two days passed, and almost every city along the strait was bombed, but the eldest princess's car was always safe and sound.
Half an hour later, the white Spitfire landed at Hornchurch Airport. The reporters who had already arranged for it swarmed around Elizabeth and took various photos to celebrate their eldest princess’s another success. "attack" and return safely.
Elizabeth dealt with reporters skillfully, calmly answering pre-arranged questions with a formulaic smile on her face.
After everything was over, the eldest princess found He Chi who was resting at the back of the hangar. Dongfang had a sandwich in his mouth. He had a communication notebook with German symbols in front of him and was reading it over and over again. In the other hand, he held a The red sketch pen keeps sketching.
Elizabeth admits that Orientals who focus on what is in front of them are very attractive now.
"He, what are you doing? Do you want to help?" The girl bent over and came over. At this time, she found that He Chi was actually drawing a sketch of a Spitfire fighter with a sketch pen.
"Make some small modifications to the aircraft to cope with emergencies." He Chi clicked on a certain location on the sketch.
“That’s awesome, are you still an engineer?”
"Not really, I just made some design suggestions." He Chi did not explain in detail.
The Spitfire is indeed an excellent aircraft, but it also has shortcomings such as an excessively large turning radius, weak cockpit armor, and a relatively narrow field of view.
The most serious one is that its fuel tank has no self-sealing ability. Even if it is penetrated by a bullet, it will cause a devastating fuel tank explosion, turning the aircraft into a "lighter" in the sky.
Using Christine's sketch pen, He Chi made a sketch of these areas that could be improved and gave it to the ground engineer, and added some of his own "personalized needs". Some of the modifications have now been completed. .
"Will we still fight?" the eldest princess stared at He Chi with her blue eyes and asked, as if she was not very scared when this topic was mentioned.
"Probably not. The radar will grasp the movements of the enemy aircraft and allow us to avoid the battle."
As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from the communicator, "The airspace is safe, the airspace is safe! White 01 can take off. , White 01 can take off!”,
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Charlieson is an ordinary cleaner, responsible for recycling domestic garbage in the military zone. He is over 50 years old and not good at talking, so few people pay attention to him, and no one knows him. Another identity - a German spy lurking in the London area.
As an English-German mixed race, he accepts NC ideas and is spiritually loyal to Germany. He has been looking for opportunities after receiving the order to "cause as much damage as possible".
Recently, he has set his sights on a new target, a round device outside the suburbs that is protected by the army and regularly communicates with the outside world. Due to limitations in knowledge, Charlieson does not understand what this thing does, but he knows that he The opportunity has come.
After a period of observation, he figured out the time when the personnel on duty changed, and he sneaked into the communication room in the only 5 minutes.
According to the information in the telecommunications book, he issued a random instruction
"Airspace is safe! Airspace is safe!"
(End of this chapter)