My own war game

Chapter 110 Airspace Security
July 7, London, sunny.

Just after the air raid alarm sounded, Christine walked into the MI6 office building in a professional suit.

In the director's office, the staff were picking up the furniture that had just been knocked over while avoiding the bombing, while Menzies was brushing the dust off his body in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

"Ms. Christine, you're here. It's a little messy here. Please don't mind. Please sit down!" Seeing the girl come in, the director pulled out a chair.

"It's a special period. I understand." Christine sat down without any hesitation and handed a document to Menzies. "This is what you need."

Menzies took the notebook and glanced at it quickly. With his professional knowledge, he quickly determined that this was a set of short codes for radio communications.

"The German planes that took off from France had the onboard communication channel bands and simple communication codes all on them. Free France lost at least three informants for this thing." Christine, who had become a female intelligence officer, explained.

Menzies flipped through it carefully, frowning, "Why is there a paragraph missing in every place?"

"I will replenish it in two days, after our people receive the agreed supplies in Le Havre and Nice." 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 we agreed to provide to the French resistance forces have been delayed by one week than planned. Can you tell me why?" Christine took out a long cigarette and said calmly.

"The UK is in a crisis now. There is a shortage of supplies everywhere. I am responsible for England!"

"France has been in turmoil for a long time. I am responsible for the interests of France!" the female intelligence officer responded sharply.

"you!"

Menzies looked at the female intelligence officer and suddenly calmed down. He also pulled out a chair and sat down with his hands spread out. "Okay, let's each take a step back. I guarantee that the supplies in Le Havre will arrive on time. As for Nice, the navy has other tasks. I will solve the problem within fifteen days."

The purpose of her visit had been achieved, and Christine didn't want to push too much, so she stood up, walked over, picked up a pen, and filled in all the missing information in the address book.

What followed was a lot of meaningless subtlety and polite talk, and after five minutes Christine stood up and said goodbye.

"Oh, right." She turned around as if she suddenly remembered something. "Do you have an Oriental agent? What's his name? Oh, 007. I have something to ask him. Is it convenient for him to meet me?"

The expression on Menzies' face when he heard the name was very interesting. "Sorry, his current confidentiality level is the highest. Even I don't know where he is now..."
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Buzz buzz~~~
There was the sound of an engine coming from the sky, and a white Spitfire fighter flew through the air, drawing 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 to the southeast and stop at Hornchurch Airport."

"White 01 received, landing in Hornchurch in half an hour." Elizabeth in the back seat replied on the intercom.

In order to avoid problems, the entire communication was completed in the official standard communication language. The princess' flight route was deliberately chosen in the relatively safe airspace northwest of London. At least three radar stations monitored the possible German fighter planes in the nearby airspace. As soon as there was a problem, the white 3 Spitfire would immediately choose to land at five nearby airports. Therefore, two days passed, and almost every city along the channel was bombed, but the princess's car was always safe and sound.

Half an hour later, a white Spitfire fighter jet landed at Hornchurch Airport. Reporters who had been arranged in advance swarmed in and surrounded Elizabeth to take various photos to celebrate their eldest princess's successful "attack" and safe return.

Elizabeth dealt with the reporters skillfully, calmly answering the pre-arranged questions one by one, with a formal smile on her face.

After everything was over, the princess found He Chi resting at the back of the hangar. The Oriental man had a sandwich in his mouth and a communication book with German symbols in front of him, which he was reading repeatedly, while in his other hand he was holding a red sketch pen and constantly drawing.

Elizabeth admitted that the Oriental man, who was concentrating on what was before him, was now very charming.

"He, what are you doing? Do you need help?" The girl bent over and came closer, and then she found that He Chi was actually drawing a sketch of a Spitfire fighter with a sketch pen.

"Make some minor modifications to the aircraft to cope with emergencies." He Chi pointed to a certain location on the sketch.

"That's amazing, are you also 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 disadvantages such as a 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 sketched out the areas that could be improved and handed them 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 asked He Chi with her blue eyes, and she didn't seem to be very afraid when mentioning this topic.

"Probably not. The radar will detect the movements of enemy aircraft and allow us to avoid the battle."

Just 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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Charleson is an ordinary cleaner who is responsible for recycling domestic waste in military areas. He is in his 50s and not good at talking, so few people pay attention to him. No one knows his other identity - a German spy lurking in the London area.

As a British-German hybrid who has accepted NC ideology, he has spiritual loyalty to Germany and 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 protected by the army outside the suburbs that regularly communicates with the outside world. Due to his limited knowledge, Charleson does not understand what this thing is used for, but he knows his chance has come.

After observing for a period of time, he found out the time when the duty personnel changed shifts, and sneaked into the communications room in the only 5-minute gap.

According to the information in the telegraph book, he randomly issued a series of instructions.

"The airspace is safe! The airspace is safe!"

(End of this chapter)