My own war game

Chapter 188 Agents Gathering

Chapter 188 Agents Gather Together

Seeing the Oriental man in front of him, a bold idea arose in Jima's mind.

It is almost impossible to complete the assassination alone. From any angle, she needs a helper.

This helper cannot be a German, it would be better if he is easy to control. The Asian person mentioned above gives people the feeling that he is easy to control.

Because she would be searched, she did not bring any weapons with her. In order to protect herself, she secretly touched a knife for cutting meat nearby.

But when the two were still half a meter apart, the person in front suddenly turned around and looked at her with a pair of sharp eyes.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Um~I~I'm the new cook, specializing in making Chinese food for the professor." Jima put away the knife in her hand and said casually.

"You? Cooking for the professor?" The other party looked at Jima with a very strange look.

"What? Is it not possible?" Jima said with her chin raised.

"Of course. Please go in. I'd like to see your Chinese cooking skills." The other person bowed slightly and made way for the kitchen.

Now Jima was in a dilemma. Looking at the unfamiliar bottles and jars on the kitchen counter, she was at a loss for a moment.

Unexpectedly, the other party rescued him.

"Oh, I forgot. You just came here. You must need to rest and understand the situation first." The Oriental man tied an apron on himself. "Then let me cook a dish first."

After saying that, before Jima could react, the other party picked up a kitchen knife and started cutting the vegetables.

Dangdangdang~~~
The kitchen knife almost left an afterimage as it turned the potatoes and carrots into shredded vegetables. As the hot oil was poured into the wok, the Oriental man kept stir-frying the food in the wok, and the fire made his face red.

A refreshing fragrance wafted over, and Jima seemed to relax all over.

"How does it feel?" the Oriental man asked casually as he turned the pot.

"It tastes very good." Jima said.

"I'm Chinese. Where is your hometown?"

“That place is a bit far…”

The two took this opportunity to chat casually. The Oriental man asked this and that, and Jima subconsciously responded by making up a fake resume.

After cooking, Oriental people clean up the kitchen utensils.

"Thank you for chatting with me. It's really boring here. I'll go back to rest after I say one more thing."

"Well, you said."

"Is Menzies okay? Still smoking a pack a day?"

"I don't know, I haven't been back to London for a long time..." Jima blurted out.

? ? ? ! ! ! !

A huge sense of crisis came over her, and Jima felt an electric current rushing from her tailbone straight to her brain. She took a step back and opened her mouth to bite.

Her fighting ability was very low and she was afraid of pain. She thought she could not withstand the interrogation, so she resolutely chose to kill herself the moment she was exposed.

But just as she was about to bite it, a hand reached out like lightning and grabbed her chin.

Then the Oriental man used a little force to make the girl's mouth open unconsciously.

A capsule that was stuck in the gums was taken out by hand, and the man put it back on the girl's chin.

"Menzies and Christine are really messing around. If the intelligence agent falls, won't he just commit suicide?" The Oriental man looked at the capsule in front of him. Looking at the other person's figure, Jima felt like a hamster being stared at by a cat.

"It's over! The other party is a master, I can't escape!" Thinking of what would happen after being interrogated, cold sweat broke out on the girl's back.

"Has the Sixth Department started using women for field work now? Do you have a code name?" The Oriental man turned his head, and Jima leaned his back against the wall and shook his head with all his courage.

"Okay," the Oriental sighed, "Code Book 999, 101 Scheer Street, do you know what this means?"

The girl's eyes suddenly opened wide. What the other party was talking about was the emergency identification code that only the six ace agents had. Ordinary intelligence personnel didn't know it at all. She was only told about it before the captain died.

There are 12 house numbers on Scheer Street, representing the 12 top super agents in the six offices, and number 101 is...

The King of Agents: 007
Legend has it that no one has ever seen the true appearance of 007, and even Menzies cannot fully grasp his whereabouts, but he always appears in key places and deals the heaviest blow to the Germans!
It turned out to be him! ! !

Jima's eyes lit up, but then turned into a look of doubt.

The identification code alone is too weak to serve as proof of identity. Who knows if the other party is impersonating someone else and trying to gain your trust?

Seeing that the other party still didn't believe it, He Chi nodded and said, "That's right, we should be cautious at this time. Can this be proved?"

He Chi turned his wrist, and a silver carved revolver appeared in his hand.

Looking at the Webley Mk VI large-caliber pistol with the royal seal, the girl nodded. 007 had a pistol given to him by the princess herself, which was an open secret within the six departments.

"Mr. 007! Copenhagen Action Team, communications agent Jima reports to you!" The girl stood at attention and saluted, looking at the man in front of her with reverence. Standing in front of her was a legend in the spy world.

I had gone through so many difficulties and used a bit of luck to sneak in, but I didn't expect that for a real super agent it would be as easy as grabbing candies.

"Shh~" He Chi led Jima to a hidden corner of the kitchen. "What are you guys from the Sixth Office doing here?"

"I have been ordered to kill a German lackey who is a weapons expert in this laboratory."

Hearing the term "shameless lackey", He Chi's eyebrows jumped unnaturally, and he continued to ask, "Have you ever seen the target of assassination?"

"There are only blurry photos, but now that I'm here, I believe I'll be able to confirm it soon. Of course, I'll be more confident with you around." Jima now feels like he has found his organization and is following the lead of his predecessors.

"Well..." He Chi rubbed his chin, "I think we still need to discuss it."

"Yes! Sir, I will follow your orders!" Jima immediately expressed his opinion.

"Not just mine, we have to listen to other people's opinions as well."

"Other people's opinions? I don't understand what you mean?" Jima was confused.

"Come with me." He Chi motioned the girl to follow him. After passing through a passage filled with debris, the two of them came to a warehouse.

He Chi knocked on the door with his hands in a specific rhythm.

After a while, a gap appeared in the wooden door, and a thin man wearing glasses looked at He Chi and stepped aside to make way.

Jima followed him in and found another handsome young man sitting on a wooden box.

"Let me introduce them." He Chi pointed at two people.

"This is the Soviet NKVD agent, Javan Cabrera"

"The other was a Free French intelligence agent, Jonathan Benjamin."

Then he pointed at the girl and said, "This is my colleague from MI6..."