My own war game

Chapter 192 Everyone’s Gains
It was a morning in Copenhagen, and the air was filled with thick fog. The German army's martial law had already reached the third day, and there were no pedestrians to be seen on the already empty streets.

A hidden warehouse next to the dock.

A burnt and tattered lab coat was thrown on the table, along with a pair of burnt and deformed glasses.

In the dark room, other people gathered around to watch.

"Killed?" Cabrera and Benjamin asked in unison.

"He will never appear again. You can ask other intelligence personnel to verify it." He Chi said lightly at the side, as if he had just come back from throwing away a bag of garbage outside.

Of course, the meaning of that sentence that everyone understood was not the same as what he said.

"Mr. 007, I admire you very much, but in order to cooperate with your operation, two people in my team were killed. The Germans are searching very strictly, and I have to leave here immediately. We have suffered heavy losses for this operation." Cabrera said on the side.

"What do you mean?" He Chi turned around and faced the other party calmly.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Benjamin, who was watching the excitement, subconsciously stepped back, not wanting to be affected by the possible conflict.

Cabrera also felt the pressure from the opponent, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I need compensation."

"Oh? In what form?" The Oriental man raised his eyebrows.

"Resources, intelligence, and munitions are all fine, but I still want intelligence the most because I need to report to my superiors."

"Intelligence, intelligence..." The Oriental man muttered a few words, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He picked up a pen, drew a circle on a simple map of Berlin, wrote the words "Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp" and handed it to Cabrera.

"What does this mean?" The Soviet agent couldn't see the value of the thing in his hand.

"Here is a very important person from your side." He Chi lowered his voice and whispered a name in the Soviet man's ear. Cabrera's eyes widened instantly.

The name is: Yakov Dzhugashvili
Stalin's eldest son was captured by the Germans in July 1941. The Germans once asked him to exchange senior generals, but Stalin refused.

He was then imprisoned in the Sachsenhausen concentration camp, where he died in 1943.

Legend has it that Stalin had a cold relationship with his eldest son and was not enthusiastic about rescuing him. He even said, "I would not exchange a general for an ordinary soldier." But no matter what, no one can deny the political significance of this "special prisoner" at that time.

Yakov had just been captured four months ago, and his exact place of detention was still secret. This information was extremely valuable to any Soviet intelligence officer at the time.

"Does this news satisfy you, Comrade Cabrera?" The Oriental man looked at him with a smile.

"If it's true, I think Comrade Beria will be very grateful to you!" said the Soviet agent.

"Thank you, but I no longer have such expectations." The Oriental man said something incomprehensible, and then turned to Benjamin and asked, "What about you? What do you want me to do?"

"Mr. 007, I don't think you can satisfy my request." The French playboy said casually. "You don't seem to trust me. I am sorry for making you swim so far in the sea. If I can make up for it, please don't hesitate."

"I'm a professional agent, which means I do things for money. The purpose of my existence is to earn more money and then enjoy it with beautiful women. But can you get me a large sum of pounds, dollars or German marks?" The Frenchman shrugged.

He Chi thought about it and said, "If that's the case, I have a small suggestion. There is a lake in Salzburg, Austria, called Grundlsee. I have been there before. The scenery there is beautiful. In Eastern metaphysics, it is a place suitable for wealth to gather. If there is no war in the future, how about you try to live there for a while? Maybe there will be some treasure there?"

"It sounds like some kind of prophecy, Mr. 007. Are you also a part-time fortune teller?" Benjamin seemed to understand.

"Who knows? Maybe your good luck will come then?" He Chi stopped explaining and turned to the female colleague next to him.

"Ms. Gemma, what's your wish?"

"Ah? Can I have one too?" Jima didn't expect that she would have a share.

"Of course, you performed very well. It can be said that without you, it would be difficult to achieve this goal." He Chi looked at the girl and gave an affirmative smile.

"I, I haven't thought about it." Jima rubbed his hands. "I'm actually a very ordinary intelligence officer. It would be nice if I could have a code name after this operation."

"So simple?"

"Well, that's all I ask." Jima nodded affirmatively.

"OK, I will bring this up with Menzies. I think your request won't be difficult given your achievements this time." The Oriental man looked at his watch and said, "Well, it's time for me to leave. I hope everyone can get what they want."

After saying this, he opened the door of the warehouse and walked onto the street. Soon he was lost in the thick fog and could no longer be seen.

A month later, Cabrera was promoted for reporting extremely valuable intelligence and was subsequently transferred to the Far East to monitor a country in East Asia. After the war, he became a military attaché of the Soviet Union in East Germany and died in Frankfurt in 1972.

Benjamin kept moving between Vichy France and Free France, engaging in intelligence activities for the purpose of making money, but because he was extravagant and often spent money on women, he once lived in a very tight financial situation.

In 1946, he remembered a prophetic advice and went to the undeveloped Lake Grendel to stay for a while. By chance, he discovered a large number of high-quality counterfeit US dollars and British pounds abandoned by Germany before its defeat. After that, Benjamin became rich overnight and even founded his own women's products company.

After that, Gemma continued to lurk in the German-occupied area and became the youngest intelligence team leader. She got the right to be given a code name as she wished. In order to commemorate the lucky adventure in Copenhagen, she named her code name "Lucky Rabbit".
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At the end of November 1941, in Portsmouth, Professor Bohr, who had been wandering on the sea for several days, finally set foot on solid land.

In front of the dock, Rudolf Peierls and Otto Frisch, senior consultants of the English nuclear fission group Tube Alloys, were already waiting there.

"Mr. Bohr, congratulations on your safe arrival in England. With you here, we are more confident about our future work."

"We'll talk about the rest later. I have an important box to give to you. Please make sure to keep it safe." Bohr went behind him to get his things without waiting for greetings, but he was stunned when he turned around.

The sealed box containing the highly concentrated plutonium disappeared.

(End of this chapter)