My own war game

Chapter 117 Stage
"He, if you are really a German spy, perhaps the news here has leaked out." Menzies said this to the Oriental man after one of his outings.

"I'm just repeating what others have said. I learned it from others." He Chi said modestly.

In fact, using conventional information to infer intelligence is also a tradition of the Sixth Bureau. During World War II, many British spies used the total amount of swill produced by the German army every day to infer the number of Germans on the front line.

"Which scene is it going to be? Who is the protagonist?" Menzies asked jokingly.

“The next part should be the climax. An intelligence map that was completed with great difficulty, a German undercover spy who happened to appear, and then a thrilling escape.” The Oriental man standing aside was like a third-rate director reading a script.

"Have the supporting roles been chosen?" He Chi looked at Menzies.

"It's settled. Max Jimmy is a German agent lurking in London, codenamed 86. He is lurking in the airport as a ground crew member and has a radio station. We will arrange a suitable opportunity for him to contact Garland." The chief agent took out a photo and let He Chi identify it, then burned it.

"After that, he will work with Galland to steal a plane and fly back to Germany, taking the fake map you drew with him." Menzies seemed to suddenly remember something after he finished speaking. "By the way, have you thought about how to exit? At this rate, the other party may ask to take you with them. If you refuse, it seems likely that the Germans will become suspicious."

"Don't worry, by then the two of us will have a perfect farewell, and the message conveyed at that time will be the easiest to believe." said the Oriental man.

...............

Early in the morning, a shabby distribution truck stopped at the door of the apartment, and an Oriental man in tattered work clothes jumped out of it.

"Get in the car," He Chi said to Garland.

"Where are you going?"

"I have guessed the possible location of the radar station based on the supply list, but it needs final verification. You paid the money, so I have to let you see the results." said the Oriental man.

In fact, what he was thinking was, "If I don't let you see it with your own eyes, how can I make you absolutely believe this information?"

The distribution truck struggled to move forward in the countryside, and the broken shock absorption system caused the two people in the car to fly up from time to time.

"Your mustache is too eye-catching, you'd better cut it off." The Oriental man handed over a pair of small scissors.

"Hey, I fixed this with great difficulty."

"You won't have to repair it when you go to the prisoner-of-war camp, but don't let me get involved."

The German lieutenant colonel finally had no choice but to cut off his beard. The Oriental man caught it with a piece of brown paper and put it away.

"What's behind the car?" Garland asked, covering his mouth.

"A cart full of apples, bought with your money."

Garland reached back and pulled one out from the back of the truck bed, rubbed it casually and took a bite.

So sour! The German felt his saliva flowing between his teeth.

"My God, who would eat this kind of apple? It feels like my teeth are no longer my own."

"The unsold goods in the market are not meant for you to eat. Our funds are limited, so we have to save costs when choosing props." The Oriental man shrugged and said.

The distribution truck stopped at the foot of a cliff.

"Stop, this is a restricted area! Everyone needs to show a pass." A guard stopped them.

"I'm here to deliver apples. No one asked us to bring a pass last time." The Oriental man answered loudly. "No, no one is allowed to enter without a pass!"

"It doesn't matter. We are just doing our job. If you don't agree, we can just take you back." After hearing this, the Oriental man turned the steering wheel and was about to leave.

"Wait!" At this time, a sergeant came out of the checkpoint and complained to his companion, "Let them in. Have you forgotten how badly those girls scolded you last time because you didn't get to eat the fruit?"

The sergeant turned to look at the two men and pointed to a house 100 meters ahead. "Go unload the apples into the warehouse over there. This is a military restricted area. Do not look around!"

The Oriental man drove the car, muttering to himself, carrying the apples to the house over there. Garland looked through the rearview mirror of the car and saw a grid-like antenna exposed on the side of the mountain, constantly rotating in the sky.

It is indeed a radar! It looks the same as the one I drew before.

After confirming the information, the two men drove away quickly. When the car disappeared into the horizon, the two soldiers began to take off their military uniforms - they were MI6 minions in disguise, and the thing that looked like a "radar" was just a fake bamboo pole painted green.

For several days in a row, the Oriental took Garland out early and came back late. Although not every time was smooth, the Oriental always came up with strange tricks to achieve his goals.

A densely packed radar layout map began to take shape.

One evening, on the way back, Galland said to the Oriental, "He, you should bring your sister and me back to Germany. You are a talented person and you will be successful there."

"Me? An Asian? Fighting for the noble Germanic cause?" He Chi's face was full of sarcasm.

"I will risk my personal reputation to recommend you. Please believe me, if you need money, I will empty my pocket to meet your request." Garland really admired this Oriental man. He was quick-witted, knowledgeable and had a good memory. Except for his weak body, he was definitely a talent.

Germany needs such people.

Seeing the serious expression on Garland's face, the Oriental was silent for a while. "Are there any good ballet schools in Germany?"

The German lieutenant colonel was stunned for a moment, then he understood what the other party meant. "Yes, there is the best dance school in Berlin. I will pay a lot of money so that Ada can get the best education."

The Oriental man did not answer, but Garland felt that he was already interested.

The two men returned home and just as they entered the door, a gun was pointed at them.

"Adolf Garland?" The visitor looked at the photo to confirm.

"It's me" the German stood up.

"I'm Max Jimmy, a German overseas informant. I've been ordered to rescue you and bring you back to Berlin, Lieutenant Colonel." The other party saluted and then began to wonder, "Why do you look a little different from the photo?"

The lieutenant colonel's face froze. "I shaved off my beard a few days ago. How did you find this place?"

"As soon as we got the news that you were shot down, the High Command immediately contacted for your rescue. It is said that the order was issued by the Führer himself. The order was to spare no effort. I only got the clue about you by chance."

"Can you bring me back?"

"Yes, I'm in charge of ground handling at a nearby airport. If necessary, I can get you on a plane and fly directly back to France."

"Can you wait for two days? I have an important piece of information that I need to take back with me." Garland said.

(End of this chapter)