Chapter 118 Ending
The air raid alert had just passed, and Menzies returned to the office. A few days later would be the key node of the "poison bait" operation, and he needed to personally arrange it to ensure that everything was foolproof.
Dang Dang Dang~ There was a knock on the door, and a subordinate came in to report, "Boss, that woman is here again."
Christine, de Gaulle's intelligence officer, had just been captured by MI6. Knock away a large amount of supplies because it is very She was difficult to deal with, so no one in the Intelligence Bureau mentioned her name, but called "that woman"
"At this time?" Menzies frowned, and finally adjusted his coat, "Invite her Come to the parlor.”
Ten minutes later, the spy chief met Christine in the reception room.
“It’s already ten o’clock at night, and I think a good and adequate sleep helps women’s skin.” Menzies said his opening remarks.
"Just for a little while, I'll leave after I finish speaking." Kristen sat opposite and crossed her slender legs.
"If you still want a submarine's weapons, I can't change it anymore."
"No, I am here today to talk about the current situation on behalf of Mr. de Gaulle and talk to us The next step of cooperation." Christine began to get down to business.
"Please speak." Menzies also pulled up a chair and sat down.
"What was the result of the recent air battle?" the female intelligence officer asked.
"Very good, we shot down at least more than 120 German aircraft, and our losses were only 58, less than half of the opponent's." Menzies pretended to be relaxed.
“It’s almost the same as what we know.” Christine opened a small notepad casually, “But you seem to have left out some details. Three airports were destroyed, and the Portsmouth shipyard was bombed, a destroyer under production was directly destroyed in the dock, six factories were attacked, half of them were used to produce aircraft, and power plants were also..."
Speaking of this, it seems to be to cooperate. The atmosphere, the light bulb above the head flickered and dimmed, and the power went out.
The cold moonlight shone into the room. The expression on Menzies's face was not very good, but he still said forcefully, "So what, the British Empire will not surrender. Even if we suffer greater losses, we will always..."< br>
“Calm down, Mr. Director, I have no doubts about your country’s fighting spirit to resist to the end.” Christine raised her slender fingers to signal the other party to be calm
"I am just discussing the matter. If my record is correct, your aircraft production rate is 20-30 aircraft per week. This means that the number of local fighter jets in the UK is currently decreasing. Once it exceeds a certain critical value , England’s domestic aircraft will not be able to completely cover the local airspace.”
Menzies did not speak because he knew what the other party said was true.
"Even if you put all the workers on the production line, double the production capacity, and barely keep up with consumption. But don't forget that your pilots are flesh and blood. With the current frequency of sorties, how can they How long will it last? Or do you have a dozen white knights who can pull the princess to the sky to fight against ten?”
The words of the female intelligence officer pointed directly at the current Achilles’ heel of the British Air Force.
Consumption is high, production capacity is insufficient, and drivers are tired.
"What do you mean by these words?" Menzies looked at the other party.
"Nothing, I have a perfect solution." The woman took out a note from the cigarette case and handed it to the other party.
Menzies' face suddenly changed color after reading only two lines, "What? Leading the German army to bomb civilians?! You!!"
"Shh~" Christine touched her lips with her slender fingers.
“It is best for me, a Frenchman, to say the following, so that you will not be vilified in the history books after the war.”
“Guiding the German army to bomb civilians will greatly distract the German Air Force from effective operations. , Reduce the air defense pressure on the ground factory."
"Similarly, let go of the bombing appropriately. Bombing aircraft in urban areas can give local pilots a rest and buy time for the Royal Air Force to accumulate strength."
"Finally, the bombing of the citizens themselves can even arouse the hatred of the people. Your already fragile prevention and control system is a good thing.”
Menzies' face was ashen as he stopped the woman from continuing, "But you didn't say how many innocent citizens would die under this kind of bombing!"
"You are right." Christine also Stand up straight and correct your attitude. "This is a decision that made the people bleed like rivers and left the planners with eternal infamy." "Why did you do this?"
"Because Free France needs Britain to win this air battle, we need to use this victory to win over the fence-sitters of overseas troops." Christine said decisively, "We can do this at any cost, but now it depends on your choice. "
Menzies picked up the thin piece of cigarette paper and stuffed it into his arms solemnly, "I will advise the Prime Minister carefully!"
Kristine nodded and turned to leave.
“Wait a minute!”
The female intelligence officer turned around and looked at Menzies.
“If this plan is approved, how do you want to attract the Germans to bomb civilians?”
“Of course there is an important target in the civilian area that they can quickly eliminate, for example What is the headquarters of Free France like? ”
"Why?" Menzies didn't understand why the woman used her headquarters as bait.
"If you propose such a plan to go to hell, if the first bomb does not fall on my head, it will be too unfair to other people." After saying this, the French girl looked expressionless. Turn around and stride away.
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One day later, He Chi took out a map full of marks.
Garland reached out to take it, but the Easterner pulled the map back.
"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, my mission is completed. I will give this picture to you at the last moment." The Oriental said.
"You don't believe me?"
"No, I believe you, I don't believe him." The Easterner pointed at the German agent Max Jimmy beside him.
"If I want to, I can still get that picture if I kill you now." The German agent threatened with a gloomy look.
"Really? Are you really sure that the picture in my hand is genuine?" The Oriental looked at the other party jokingly.
In the end, the two parties decided that before boarding the plane, He Chi handed the map to the two people.
That night, under Jimmy's guidance, several people arrived at a small airport near London. A few dozen meters away, a "Hampden" medium bomber revealed its original appearance.
"After taking off at night, the tower and ground forces were confused about the situation and would not pursue us immediately. By the time they realized it, we had already flown to the sea." Jimmy said.
Garland looked at the Easterners, "He, you guys are with me..."
"There are spies! There are spies! Watch the plane, don't let them escape!!!" The guards' shouts suddenly echoed around.
? ! ! ! ! !
What's going on? ! What went wrong? ! Why did the guards find them? !
Without any time to think about this, Max Jimmy shouted, "Get on the plane!" Then several people ran towards the plane desperately!
Defang Dongfang and his sister were obviously not as physically fit as the two soldiers, and they quickly fell behind.
With a plop, the little girl fell to the ground, and the Oriental man also stopped.
Just as Garland was about to turn around and pull them back, a burst of submachine gunfire rang out.
Thud, tug, tug! ! ! !
A bright red blood flower bloomed on He Chi's chest and he fell straight to the ground.
The Easterners stared at the sky with frozen eyes, still holding the map they had drawn just a day ago in their hands.
(End of this chapter)