Chapter 379 Christine’s old business
A photo was pressed on the table, and Iiguni Kojiro pushed it gently with his hand. On it, there was a guy with deep eyes staring at the camera.
"Do you know about the new celebrities from the Americans?"
Aoki Kenpei looked at the photo for a while and then shook his head, "There are so many people working for Americans, and I can't possibly know everyone."
"Aoki-kun, I remember that when you were on Guadalcanal, you were as gentle as your hair. Even that adult appreciated your caution, but it seems that the warm spring breeze in Tokyo these years has made you less vigilant." said Kojiro. He threw the other photos in his hand over.
"Look, this man is not a guy waiting in front of the Navy Club to pimp the Americans. If you are not careful, he may kill you and me."
"Nani?" Minister Aoki picked up the photo and looked at it again, and then the expression on his face became serious
"Shiro Ishii, it turns out to be this guy. I remember that he proposed to drop plague bombs directly on the Soviet Union, but was finally rejected by the Ministry of War. Is he still alive now?"
"Alive, not only that, but also got a ride on MacArthur's car." Kojiro Iiguni flipped the yakitori in his hand. "In 1949, he bribed the U.S. Navy with the germ research data he had and escaped from Tokyo. Judgment.”
"I joined the Fort Detrick Biological Laboratory two years ago and was not taken seriously at first. It was not until this year's Peninsula War that Americans were dealt a blow."
Then Iikuni Kojiro took out an English transcript: "I have an informant in the White House. He heard part of Marshall's conversation with Truman before he went abroad. If the war continues at this rate, Truman will replace him, and there is a high probability that his successor will be replaced." It’s Matthew Ridgway ”
Aoki was shocked, not only because of this shocking news, but also because of the other party's intelligence power that could penetrate even the White House.
Kojiro continued
"Mark Arthur has escaped in despair once in his life. He absolutely cannot accept the humiliation of being dismissed from his post on the battlefield, so he is looking for a way to make a comeback."
"The impact of the use of atomic bombs is too great. It is difficult to predict the reaction of the Soviets. There will even be different voices within NATO, so our General Doug thought of Shiro Ishii."
"Now that he has arrived in Tokyo, he will soon go to North Korea with Mark Arthur to conduct field inspections on the use of biological weapons. If he is allowed to become famous in that area, do you know what this means?" Kojiro Iiguni said in a gloomy voice. asked in a tone of voice.
Aoki nodded and said a few words through his teeth, "It means that the guys from the old military government are coming back to fight among us."
If there is anything in common between the two traitors, then one of them is to try their best to kill the old military forces. Whether they cover up the past history or ensure their own selfish interests, they definitely want to bring down the old military forces. Deadly.
Then Aoki Kenpei's eyes became fierce, "Tell me, what are you going to do? Kidnap? Or assassinate? I also have a few good guys from the shogunate here."
"No, no, no, using force directly in Japan is equivalent to provoking the US military and Mark Arthur. For us, this should be avoided as much as possible." Kojiro Iiguni waved his hand, "It is best to use other methods to kill him."
"Other ways? I don't understand what you mean?" Aoki Jianping looked doubtful.
"Because of biological experiments, Shiro Ishii killed thousands of people, and the indirect deaths were countless. Asians accounted for the vast majority, but there were also some white victims. If the self-proclaimed American people knew that their country had sheltered such a person, Guy…”
"Did you know? Tongues and pens can kill people at certain times, as long as your people cooperate with me." The former Iikuni boss tightened his kimono and looked out the window.
The snow outside is getting heavier and heavier.
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Washington Post, Office of the Editor.
John Charles drank the coffee in his cup, typed the last character on the typewriter, and then looked at it with satisfaction. As a legendary reporter who participated in the great escape from the Philippines, his career after the war was smooth sailing. Not only did his books sell well, but he also jumped directly from a second-rate newspaper to the front-line Washington Post as section editor.
With a spacious office, generous salary, social recognition, and appreciation from his boss, he is very satisfied with his current job.
If there must be something improved, it would be...
Boom! The door to the office was pushed open, and his subordinate, 26-year-old Ms. April, barged in furiously.
"Mr. Editor-in-Chief, I got big news!" The girl with short brown hair ran in energetically, waving an envelope in her hand.
"Ms. April Monica, I remember that you should be on paid leave now." Charles crossed his arms and looked helplessly at his female subordinate.
"Yes, Mr. Editor, but I've had enough rest." The woman sat across from the desk without any awareness.
"Ma'am, do you need me to explain? The news that you grabbed the president's sleeves and refused to leave the White House last time has spread throughout the press. If it weren't for your father being a newspaper director, the result would definitely not be to stop the interview. Simple!" John Charles, who was impatient and impatient, simply told the truth.
Unexpectedly, the other party didn't care at all. "I know, so I applied to go abroad for an interview this time. An enthusiastic insider provided clues about the inside story of the military."
"Another shady story? Miss, can't you change it to something else? Our newspaper office has to clear out a sack of this kind of shady information every week, and there is even a rumor in it that the military has secretly hidden aliens. Don't you think every news Do you believe it?" Charles reluctantly persuaded.
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"This time is different, they provided accurate details and photos."
"Every liar will try to make his lies look as true as possible." The editor-in-chief was unmoved, hoping that the difficult girl would give up.
"That's good! Since the newspaper office doesn't support it, I'll go by myself!" April took off her work badge, combed her hair, turned and walked out the door.
"Miss April, I have to remind you that self-pay is a large amount of money, and your father may not be willing to bear it for you."
"Don't bother, the news source is willing to bear the cost for me." After saying that, the American girl left the office, leaving only the sound of high heels in the corridor.
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Meanwhile, the Minerva
"Ms. Christine, He just came back from delivering the news." Gemma reported with a telegram at the side.
"Let me guess, the content must have nothing to do with coming back for Christmas." Kristen said without looking back.
"Well, that's right." Jima thought for a moment and read on, "Why do you want us to send someone to pretend to be a reporter and meet him in Seoul? Who do you think is suitable?"
Brush~
The French girl turned around and snatched the telegram away. Christine glanced at it quickly and said, "Gemma, help me dress up again and prepare my luggage."
"Really, this guy has actually learned to be reserved. If you want me to just say no..." When no one was around, Christine muttered quietly while pulling up her hair.
(End of chapter)