My own war game

Chapter 120 Traitor?!
London, afternoon.

As soon as the German bombers passed by, the citizens came 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 planes were coming fiercely, their bombing targets were still concentrated on important military targets such as ports, oil depots, and factories.

As long as we don't get close to these targets, at least our safety should be guaranteed for now.

A man in a high-necked windbreaker walked into a bookstore on the corner of Maple Street.

"Sir, what do you need? Our store has a very complete range of books." Seeing that there were customers coming, the boss rubbed his hands in a flattering manner and came forward to greet them.

"Do you have any..." The other party lowered his voice.

"What? Sir, could you please speak louder?" The boss listened attentively.

"Is there...that...Mrs. Charlette..." the other party said stutteringly.

When the store manager heard this word, his face changed and he said sternly, "Sir, this is a regular bookstore and we don't sell vulgar novels."

But then the store manager looked around nervously, leaned over and lowered his voice, "Charette doesn't have it, but there's something more exciting, do you want it?"

The man leaned forward and said, "More exciting? Then I want a copy of 'Golden House'. Do you have one?"

"No English, only French."

"I want it in Spanish."

"It's in the warehouse. I'll take you to find it." The boss tilted his head and motioned the man to go with him.

After saying that, the boss hung an "Out" sign at the door and walked into the basement with the man in the turtleneck.

"It's absolutely safe here, you can say that." The bookstore owner changed his expression and even straightened his back.

"I saw him, Adolf Garland, in a coffee shop on the corner." The man who came in said hurriedly, "According to the order from our superiors, we need to rescue him!"

"How could this be? It's been almost a week since he fell, and we just discovered his traces now. It seems a bit abnormal..." The bookstore owner was a little doubtful.

"I saw it with my own eyes, there's no doubt about it! He clearly..."

Boom boom boom! ! !
"Open the door! Open the door! Routine inspection!" A shout came from the door.

The faces of the people in the warehouse changed, and the boss opened a secret door and said, "Something is wrong. Go out through the back door."

Boom! The door was smashed open, and military police wearing armbands rushed in.

Facing the cold submachine gun, the two men raised their hands.
"Everyone, we are just doing some banned book sales, and we are retailing at that. A fine will be enough. There is no need for such a big fuss, right?" The bookstore owner wanted to make a final struggle.

"You should save some dignity for yourself," a voice sounded outside the door, and Menzies walked in wearing a top hat. "Mussard Walls and Nathan Targaryen, you two are famous. You sent away the design drawings of the new destroyer right under our noses before, and fooled my people. You really have good tricks!"

The other party directly called out their names, and the two of them no longer held out any hope and suddenly reached into their arms.

The military police, who were well prepared, rushed over and found suspicious capsule pills on the two men.

"They are indeed Germany's senior informants. Take them all away! Prepare for interrogation!" Menzies instructed his subordinates.

The bookstore was blocked by the military police, and citizens who were unaware of the truth were looking around, and 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, the Insect-Catching Bird, has been completed. The conditions for passing the dungeon have been met. Players can leave the dungeon at any time!" The system's voice sounded in the ears of He Chi, who was dressed as a German.
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Meanwhile, Bordeaux, France

Adolf Galland, who was recuperating, suddenly found himself under house arrest. At first, the guards around him were ordinary soldiers, and later they were replaced by SS soldiers.

The man with the mustache had no idea what was going on. The door opened and a colonel wearing an air force collar badge walked in.

"Adolf Garland?" the other party confirmed.

"it's me"

"I am Marshal Goering's special envoy, authorized to investigate your experiences during this period."

"Investigate 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's going on."

"Look at this." The colonel took out a photo and placed it on the table. Garland picked it up and found that it was a side view of himself sitting in a restaurant. The strange thing was that he had no impression of ever being there.

"This photo was taken three days ago. Our agent was arrested right after he sent the photo out. More than 3 people were arrested during the same period. The London intelligence network that we worked so hard to build was almost wiped out." The colonel said seriously.

"What?! 3 days ago?! Impossible!! I came back a week ago!" Garland yelled.

"Yes, we know that too, otherwise it would not be me but the Gestapo who would be talking to you today. And here's this." The colonel took out another thing.

"This is the distribution map of the British radars you brought back. We attacked multiple locations according to the markings on it, but it turned out to have no effect."

The colonel sat in front of Garland. "The British radar matrix is ​​still working. The Air Force has wasted a lot of effective sorties, and at least one squadron was shot down during the operation."

"That's impossible. I've been to many of these places myself and even saw the radar. How could it be..." Garland suddenly reacted, stood up and looked at the other party in shock. "You suspect I've betrayed my country?!"

"To be honest, many people thought so. Some suggested that Marshal Goering arrest you directly, but someone saved you."

"Who?!"

Colonel "His Excellency the Führer" raised his hand halfway in respect as he spoke.

"Although that guy is rigid and arrogant, he is a talented person and I have no doubt about his loyalty to Germany." These were the original words of the Führer at the time.

He never expected that the high and mighty person would trust him so much. Garland, who always did his own thing, felt a little sad.

"I am here because the Führer supports you. After the necessary inquiries, you only need to complete one mission, and we will allow you to return to the Air Force."

"What mission?"

"It can't be easier for you. Take a look." The other party handed over a piece of paper.

"What?! Bombing London's civilian neighborhoods!?" Garland's eyes were filled with shock.

"To be precise, we are bombing a special building hidden in a civilian neighborhood. Our allies need it to disappear completely!" the colonel explained.

"Does the Fuhrer know?"

"The Führer is busy, this is what Field Marshal Goering meant"

"Besides, this is war!" There was a cold light in the colonel's eyes.

(End of this chapter)