Chapter 120 Traitor? !
London, afternoon.
The German bombers just passed by, and the citizens walked out of their houses. After about half a month of bombing, the citizens of London were no longer as scared as they were at the beginning. The main reason was that they found that although the German aircraft were coming menacingly, their bombing targets were still concentrated on important military targets such as ports, oil depots, and factories.
As long as you don't get close to these targets, at least your safety should be guaranteed for now.
In a bookstore at the corner of Maple Leaf Street, a man wearing a high-collar windbreaker walked in.
"Sir, what do you need? Our store has a complete range of books." Seeing business coming to the door, the boss rubbed his hands in a flattering manner and came forward.
"Do you have any..." The other party lowered his voice.
"What? Guest, can you speak louder?" The boss listened attentively.
"Is there...that...Mrs. Charlet..." The other party stumbled out.
Hearing this word, the store manager changed his expression and said with a straight face, "Sir, we are a regular bookstore here and we will not deal in gaudy novels."
But then the store manager looked around nervously, leaned over and lowered his voice, "I don't have Charette, but there is something more exciting, do you want it?"
The man leaned down and said, "Something more exciting? Then I will I want a copy of "The Golden House", do you have it? "
"It's not in English, only in French."
"I want it in Spanish."
"It's in the warehouse. I'll take you to find it." He tilted his head and motioned for the man to go with him.
After saying that, the boss hung an "out" sign at the door and led the man with a high collar into the basement.
“It’s absolutely safe here, you can say that.” The bookstore owner changed his face and even straightened his back.
"I saw him, Adolf Garland, in a coffee shop on the corner of the street." The person who came in said in a hurry, "According to the order of our superiors, we need to rescue him!"
< br>"How could it be? It's been almost a week since he fell, and it doesn't seem normal to find his traces just now..." The bookstore owner had some doubts.
"What I saw with my own eyes is absolutely correct! He clearly..."
Boom, boom, boom! ! !
"Open the door! Open the door! Routine inspection!" A shout came from the door.
The expressions of the people in the warehouse changed, and the boss opened a secret door, "Something's not right, you go through the back door."
Boom! ! The door was knocked open, and military police wearing armbands rushed in.
Facing the cold submachine guns, the two people raised their hands one after another
"Everyone, we are just doing some trading or retailing of banned books, and fines are enough. There is no need for such a battle, right?" The bookstore owner still wants to make a final struggle.
“Let’s save some dignity for ourselves.” A voice sounded outside the door, and Menzies, wearing a top hat, walked in. “Mussad Walls, Nathan Targaryen, these two are... You are so famous. You gave away the design drawings of the new destroyer before our eyes, and it was really a good trick to fool my people!"
The other party directly called out his name, and the two of them had no luck anymore! Mentally, they suddenly moved into their arms.
The well-prepared military police rushed forward and found suspicious capsule pills from the two people.
"As expected of Germany's senior informants, take them all down! Prepare for interrogation!" Menzies told his subordinates.
The bookstore was blocked by the military police, and citizens who did not know the truth poked their heads in the side. The same situation was repeated in various places in London for a period of time.
"More than 20 German spies have been successfully arrested. Mission 2: Bird Catching Birds has been completed. The conditions for clearing the dungeon have been met. Players can leave the dungeon at any time!" The voice of the system rang in the ears of He Chi, who was dressed as a German. .
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At the same time, Bordeaux, France
Adolf Galland, who was recuperating, suddenly found himself under house arrest. At first, the guards around him were ordinary soldiers, and later changed to SS.
Mustache had no idea what was going on. With a click, the door opened, and a colonel with an Air Force collar badge walked in.
"Adolf Garland?" the other party confirmed.
“It’s me”
“I am Field Marshal Göring’s special envoy, authorized to investigate your experience during this period.”
"Investigating me? Why?" Garland, who is not good at politics, looked confused.
“You really don’t know?”
“I’ve been here all this time and I don’t know what happened.”
“Look at this” Colonel Taking out a photo and pressing it on the table, Garland picked it up and found that it was a profile photo of himself sitting in a certain restaurant. The strange thing was that he had the impression that he had never been here before.
“This photo was taken 3 days ago. Our agents were arrested as soon as they posted the photo. More than 20 people were arrested during the same period. The London intelligence network we worked so hard to operate was almost wiped out. And empty." The colonel said seriously.
"What?! 3 days ago?! Impossible!! I came back a week ago!" Garland yelled.
"Yes, we also know, otherwise the person talking to you today would not be me but the Gestapo, and this." The colonel took out another thing.
“This is the distribution map of the British radar you brought back. We attacked multiple locations according to the signs above, but the facts proved that it had no effect.”
The colonel sat in front of Garland. "The British radar matrix is still functioning, and the Air Force wasted a lot of time." Not to mention the number of effective sorties, at least one squadron was shot down during the operation."
"This is impossible. I have been to many of these places personally and saw the radar. How could it be..." Garland suddenly reacted, stood up and looked at the other party in shock, "Do you suspect me of betraying the motherland?!"
"To be honest, many people think so. Some people suggested that Marshal Goering arrest you directly, but someone saved you."
"Who?!"
"His Excellency the Führer" Colonel When speaking, raise your hands half up to show respect.
"Although that guy is rigid and arrogant, he is a talented person. I have no doubt about his loyalty to Germany." These were the original words of the head of state at the time.
I didn’t expect that the superior person would believe in me so much. Garland, who had always had his own way of doing things, had a sore nose at this time.
"Because the head of state supports you, I am here. After the necessary inquiries, you only need to complete one task, and we will allow you to return to the Air Force sequence."
"What task?"
"It couldn't be easier for you, take a look." The other party handed over a piece of paper.
"What?! Bombing civilian neighborhoods in London!?" Garland's eyes were filled with shock.
"To be precise, it was bombing a special building hidden in a civilian neighborhood. Our allies need it to disappear completely!" the colonel explained.
"Does the Führer know?"
"The Führer is very busy. This is what Marshal Göring meant."
"Besides, this is war!" A cold light appeared in the colonel's eyes.
(End of this chapter)