Chapter 239 Special Intelligence Agent
On August 5, 18,000 men from the 1st Marine Division began to board ships in Fiji, preparing to attack Guadalcanal under the cover of 11 destroyers led by Major General Turner. Heading to Tula and the island.
At the same time, Rear Admiral Krach led eight cruisers and eight destroyers each to escort the supply fleet as the second echelon to land on the island.
At the same time, Lieutenant General Fletcher led a peripheral support fleet with three aircraft carriers and one battleship as the core and secretly parked in the southern waters of the Solomon Islands to provide air support for the landing troops.
North of the island of Fiji, the Australian regional office of the British Special Operations Service.
A tall man walked into the room where his colleagues in civilian clothes were enjoying afternoon tea in front of a Turkish rug.
After the man entered the room, he happily said, "Thomas, the latest news, the Americans are going to get out!"
After hearing this, the colleague named Thomas put down the cookie in his hand and responded, "Well , this is the best news I have heard in a month, honestly I am with these dirty cowboys The weather can’t last any longer.”
The conversation between the two people accurately reflects the mentality of some British people. You must know that the rise of the United States has only happened in the past twenty years. The British Empire still had its own established brands. With the heritage of a colonial power, many old-school people look down on their poor relatives who once violently separated their families.
After the outbreak of World War II, the Saxons were blocked on the British Isles. If it were not for the blood transfusions of merchant ships arriving one after another, they would not have been able to hold on.
At this point in time, any report on American supplies will definitely be at the top of Churchill's desk.
The declining old aristocrats suddenly had to ask for food from the new wealthy people, which made many British people feel unbalanced. Although the Allies had to cooperate with them because of their shortcomings, in actual operations, they used It is inevitable to use some small means to disgust the other party.
For example, they deliberately lowered administrative efficiency and failed to transfer hydrological and meteorological data to the Americans.
"Thomas, there is another bad news. An order came from London, telling us to hand over all the materials we have to an Asian within 24 hours. The order was issued directly by the Prime Minister's Office at a higher level." The man shrugged. Shrugging, he poured himself a cup of tea.
"Prime Minister's Office? Does the other party have a background?" asked Thomas.
"It's a guy from Scheer Street. It's said that he ranks very high." His companion replied after drinking a cup of tea.
"From the Sixth Bureau..." Thomas thought for a moment, "Since it is an order from the Prime Minister's Office, we have no reason to refuse, so let's leave it to them."
"When did you become so easy to talk to? "Really?" The colleague on the other side was stunned, this was not in line with his character.
"I haven't finished speaking yet. I mean hand over the pile in the cabinet. In addition, don't they also need a group of guides? Send those guys over there." Thomas smiled evilly. .
"In the cabinet? You said...I understand." The colleague also showed a mischievous smile, and then asked worriedly, "What if the battle is delayed because of this?"
"It's just to tease them. We can just come up with the translation at the last moment. It won't really delay anything. Don't you want to see the embarrassed expressions of the guys from the Sixth Office and those cowboys?" Thomas said with a smile.
My companion thought for a while, "I'll do as you say."
Pa! A tattered bundle of what could probably be called paper was placed on the table.
"Gentlemen, these are the hydrometeorological data and geographical maps of the two islands. We sent them over immediately after receiving the order." Thomas stood beside his colleagues and looked at He Chi and Fan seriously. Major General Degrift said.
"These?" The major general suspiciously picked up the dead tree bark on the table. In his hand, it was obviously the product of dried leaves of some kind of plant, with symbols of unknown meaning written crookedly on them.
"Although we are allies, this joke is not funny at all." The major general, who thought he was being teased, said with an unhappy expression.
"A joke? Please don't get me wrong. You can't understand it just because it's an original." Thomas defended with a joking expression.
“Original?”
“Yes, the local indigenous people have the custom of writing weather and geography records. These are the things our scientific expedition team collected and sorted out the data they had. , because time was tight, we brought them without even a minute's delay," another person said righteously. "Isn't there a translated version?" He Chi stepped in and asked.
"We are still doing our best to search for this, and I believe we will find it soon..." the person opposite said nonchalantly.
"We will set off the day after tomorrow." Major General Vandergrift was obviously suppressing his anger.
"I said, we will do our best to search. Before that, we also brought the guide who wrote these things." Thomas pointed with his finger behind him with a bureaucratic expression.
There were three dark-skinned, shirtless natives there, speaking words of unknown meaning.
At this time, He Chi glanced at the two people and said, "No need!"
Then he confirmed, "Are they Melanesians?"
"Well, probably, they should be." Thomas answered hesitantly. He didn't know what the guy in front of him who should be called 007 was going to do?
He Chi picked up the hieroglyphic-like leaf in his hand, and then spat out a string of strange pronunciations to the natives.
The native on the opposite side suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face, and then started chatting with the Oriental.
He Chi held the "information" in his hand and said something to the other party from time to time, and then kept recording with the pen in his hand. After a while, a text translated in English appeared on the desktop.
Brush ~ The paper was torn off and stuffed into Major General Vandergrift. "This is a rough translation, but there is no problem in using it."
Including the Major General, the three people in the room widened in surprise. eyes.
“Can you speak the language of these natives?” The major general looked at the Easterners in front of him in surprise.
"It's just a personal hobby, not very proficient." He Chi did not explain too much.
"Well...since the adults have already translated them, let's..." The two guys from the British Special Operations Division did not take advantage and wanted to escape at this time.
"Wait a minute, I have something for you." He Chi stopped them.
“What…”
“Bullet!”
A sudden change occurred! He Chi suddenly came closer and threw the tall Thomas to the ground with a back throw. A silver revolver appeared from nowhere in his left hand and pressed against the opponent's chin. He pulled out a few pieces of paper from his arms with his right hand.
Those are the real translations of hydroclimatic data.
"Concealing key information during the war, I have reason to suspect that you are a spy!" He Chi said with a pistol.
"Please, I didn't, I just wanted to take it out later." Thomas defended.
"Oh?" He Chi smiled coldly, "You should have received the order. The agents in Solomon area are under my unified command. Now you are blatantly disobeying the commander's order. What should I do to you?" What should I do?"
Thomas couldn't speak at this time because the gun barrel was pressed against his chin, but he only had one thought in his mind
"The guy in front of him is really scary!"
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(End of this chapter)