My own war game

Chapter 182 I Quit!

"After coming into contact with knowledge fragments, the overall progress increased by 0.11%, and the overall progress was 0.67%." The system's voice came. He Chi looked at his watch and handed in the things he had sorted out.

Ever since he confirmed the copy target that day, he has been in a state of playing badly and has no interest in collecting so-called information fragments.

the reason is simple.

He is not a terrorist or a warlord of a small African country, and he really doesn't want a nuclear bomb.

Just think about it, when you return to reality, if there is a little Ivan under your bed when you sleep, you will have nightmares.

Now it seems that this so-called top reward has completely become a waste. He Chi just wants to get through this period smoothly and go home when the time is up.

When the lunch break bell rang, He Chi instantly put down the work at hand and went to the restaurant almost on time. His leisurely attitude made him seem a little unique in the entire institute.

He almost treated this German army's heavily guarded and secretive organization as a vacation area. Apart from completing the most basic work every day, he would go back and forth between the cafeteria, the bathroom, and the small garden on the porch.

"See? That guy is coming!"

"A traitor without self-respect! A running dog of the fascists! A shameless traitor!"

There were sounds of discussion coming from all around. These were the Danish researchers who were still under house arrest. They deliberately spoke in voices that He Chi could hear in order to humiliate him.

He Chi didn't care at all. He picked up the spoon and sat in the corner to enjoy his lunch.

Well, by German standards, it's pretty good.

Seeing that He Chi remained indifferent, some researchers were so angry that they wanted to say something even more unpleasant, but were stopped by a voice.

"Let's stop here. After all, we are former colleagues, so we should keep some respect for each other."

Someone in the crowd walked over, and then the others shut up silently and returned to their seats.

The man who was speaking had long cheeks and thin hair slung over his head. He glanced at He Chi, then walked closer and said, "I know you went on a hunger strike before, and I understand that you didn't make it to the end, but please always face your own heart."

He was the founder of the Benhagen School, later a participant in the Manhattan Project, Niels Bohr, former president of the Royal Danish Academy of Sciences, and also the teacher of Werner Heisenberg.

Bohr was now under house arrest, but the Germans hoped to use his great reputation in quantum mechanics to recruit other scientists to serve them, so they did not use force against him even though he was of Jewish descent.

In He Chi's opinion, it was this banner-like scientist who eventually sided with the United States, which tipped the balance of nuclear competition between the world's two top technological powers towards America.

Now it is 1941, and the Manhattan Project will not officially start until several months later. It is the most sensitive time. He Chi has no interest in breaking this historical balance, so he chooses to get up and leave.

"Please wait a moment, person over there." A voice came from the other side, and a slightly thin German man walked out of the gate.

Werner Heisenberg, head of the German nuclear weapons program.

"Are you calling me?" He Chi slowly turned around and faced the other person.

"Mr. Schneider?" Heisenberg walked up to He Chi with two followers.

"Excuse me, did you compile these tables?" Heisenberg held up some documents in his hand, looking as if he was going to accuse someone.

People in the distance slowly gathered to watch the fun, all wanting to see this shameless traitor get slapped in the face by his master.

"Yes, is there any problem?" He Chi turned around with an unchanged expression on his face. "The form you made is really...really...excellent!"

? ? ? ? ! ! ! !
The eyes of the people around were all focused on the Asian, especially his former colleagues. They remembered that Mr. Schneider was just a not-so-famous military expert, and his greatest achievement was the improvement of several types of light weapons.

Such a person will play a role in nuclear research? ! !
Is there something wrong with Heisenberg's eyes?

"Well, although it can be seen that your professional knowledge is limited, your scientific thinking is extremely rigorous, especially the classification and arrangement of several situations, which gave me new ideas." Heisenberg held He Chi's hand tightly and waved it up and down, speaking compliments without hesitation.

Hmm, it seems that I have overdone it. In order to save effort, He Chi used "Christine's sketch pen" when making a table. This thing can give the best solution within the scope of one's cognition. Unexpectedly, it caught Heisenberg's eye.

"I just tidied it up casually, it's not worth mentioning." He Chi tried to shirk responsibility.

"That shows that you have a very rigorous academic mindset." Unexpectedly, Heisenberg became even more excited and handed a document to He Chi. "I would like to hire you as my assistant in a private capacity. What do you think?"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar all around. Heisenberg's assistant was actually the second person in charge here. No one expected that this guy would get such a big pie just after committing treason.

"He will definitely come over like a dog seeing a bone." Someone said secretly.

The Oriental man's answer was beyond everyone's expectations: "Sorry, please allow me to refuse."

"Why?" Heisenberg pushed his glasses and seemed very confused.

"I've figured it out in the past few days. I still prefer to do my old job, so I may not be able to serve you." After saying this, He Chi returned the document in his hand to Heisenberg.
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"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I really don't know what you are thinking!" Coleman, who got the news, jumped to the side, as if he was the one who lost the opportunity.

"I've said before, I want to stick to my old profession." He Chi said this, but added in his mind, "Anyway, I can't give you extra points for your nuclear physics research."

"But I remember that your main business before was weapons research and development. The Third Reich's current weapons are already good enough." Coleman looked pessimistic.

"I believe in my professional ability." He Chi said unconvinced.

"Well, don't say I didn't give you a chance." Coleman sighed and flipped his palm. "In ten days, Marshal Goering will inspect the weapons research institute here. If you can produce results that impress him, I will agree to let you leave the nuclear fission group and research other things."

"Okay, it's a deal." He Chi also stretched out his hand.

Although there are only ten days, He Chi is actually quite confident.

Influenced by the mustache, at this point in 1941, the German army's weapons development ideas followed two principles: either to be as powerful and large as the Karl cannon, or to be as sophisticated and perfect as the Tiger tank.

He couldn't be delicate, but if he just wanted to be powerful enough, he actually had a lot of precedents in his mind, and as long as he adjusted the parameters appropriately in the process, he could prevent the German army from taking advantage.

Ten days later, the fat man Goering arrived in Copenhagen as scheduled to inspect the development of new weapons.

In fact, Goering did not care about the practicality of the weapon. He knew that his power came from the Führer. His only purpose in coming here was to find a "new toy" that would satisfy the Führer.

Therefore, he ignored several weapon designs that were originally good, until he came to a display stand and a short, thick stick-like object caught his attention.

That thing has a domineering name.

Iron Fist

(End of this chapter)