My own war game

Chapter 221 Conflict
Midway Island, the US military built a new submarine base.

In front of the restaurant, more than thirty American soldiers were finishing their plates of spaghetti with tomato and meat sauce in a "short assault" manner. Then, they pounced on the vegetable salad on the side, still not satisfied. This unseemly eating manner attracted the attention of the staff nearby, but the soldiers no longer cared about it.

There was no other way. These people had not had any proper food during the month they were captured. They were starving. After being rescued on the Gufeng, although they had food, they escaped in the middle of the night and their supplies were incomplete, especially vegetables. During this period of time at sea, they had rice and sea fish almost every day. Therefore, it was understandable that they were a little excited when they saw "proper food".

Footsteps were heard and Colonel Evans Carlson led a group of people into the restaurant.

Seeing their superior coming, the soldiers stood up and saluted, but they were reluctant to put down their cutlery.

"Gentlemen, you are heroes! America will remember you." After returning the greetings to others, the colonel took a plate and sat in the middle of the soldiers.

The colonel's adjutant, Franklin Roosevelt Jr., was already used to it, and he also picked up a plate and sat over, but the other young man frowned when he saw the sticky spaghetti sauce in the vat, and he just pulled up a chair and sat down casually.

Evans Carlson was a charismatic guy who ate with the soldiers, told crude jokes, and even whispered with the soldiers about the figures of the nurses on the base.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!”

"Really? Sir, that's the funniest joke I've ever heard!"

"After listening to what you said, I want to go to the nurse's station to get an injection now."

The soldiers burst into laughter, and young Franklin Roosevelt watched from the side. He now understood very well why his father asked him to follow this man.

"If you want to be a good politician, you should learn more from Calvin." This is what the president's father said to him before he left.

However, in this atmosphere, a discordant scene also occurred.

Bang! A plate was swept to the ground, and the red juice on it splashed all over the floor.

The surrendered Japanese soldiers huddled in the corner, at a loss. The leader, Iikuni Kojiro, had tomato juice splashed on his face, which was dripping like blood. His right eye was blue, and it was obvious that he had been punched.

"Why are there Japanese eating in our restaurant!" The second lieutenant asked loudly in the restaurant, and wiped his fist with a handkerchief in disgust.

The other rescued soldiers felt a little embarrassed. They hated the Japanese so much along the way, but they had to admit that these guys were very honest on the road and played a key role several times.

So the soldiers made a neutral choice, and everyone continued to eat in silence.

"Uh, please calm down. These are people who have surrendered and laid down their weapons. You shouldn't..." Reporter Charles stood up and tried to give some advice.

"If he is a prisoner, he should be locked up for inspection first instead of eating with us here." The second lieutenant retorted directly, and then punched Kojiro who had given up resistance.

Snap! A hand grabbed the lieutenant's fist in the air.

"They are not prisoners of the American army, but mine." A voice came from the side, and He Chi stood among several people.

The lieutenant glanced at He Chi's sergeant's uniform and Asian face, and said sternly, "Get out of here! Do you want to attack the officer?!"

After saying this, the lieutenant felt that the atmosphere around him was different.

The American soldiers who had nothing to do with the incident just now stood up one by one, standing behind the Asian in front of them with unfriendly faces, and everyone's eyes revealed hostility. "Damn it! Why are they protecting this Asian? Are they crazy?" The lieutenant cursed in his heart.

The pressure on his hands was getting greater and greater. He Chi grabbed the second lieutenant's hand so that he could not move any further. In desperation, the second lieutenant blurted out a thoughtless sentence, "Fuck! Are you, a yellow monkey, trying to protect your own kind?!"

BANG!!! The scenery in front of the lieutenant's eyes suddenly spun! His back hit the ground heavily, and he was instantly pinned to the ground by the opponent.

A silver revolver was pressed directly against his forehead.

"Take back your bullshit and apologize! Otherwise I'll smash your head!" The other person stared at him with cold eyes.

"You, you, you dare to point a gun at me! You..." The lieutenant wanted to say something harsh, but the cold gun barrel made him swallow the word starting with F that was already on the tip of his tongue.

Despite this, the lieutenant still gritted his teeth and said, "This is a military camp. I don't believe you dare to shoot."

"Do you want to give it a try? I'll give you three seconds to think about it."

Click! He Chi pulled the hammer of the pistol back.

Everyone was paying attention to the situation here. Colonel Carlson also looked over here, but did not stop it.

In fact, He Chi only said a number, and the second lieutenant's psychological defense collapsed.

"I apologize! I take back those stupid words just now." After saying this, the second lieutenant felt so humiliated that he seemed to have lost all strength in his body.

Crash! The pistol against his forehead was taken back, and after spinning twice, it disappeared directly into He Chi's palm. Even the experienced Colonel Carlson could not see it clearly.

"Let's just let it go this time. I just told you to keep your mouth shut." He Chi reached into the other person's pocket and pulled out a wad of US dollars. "This is the change."

After saying that, He Chi threw the US dollars to Kojiro Iida behind him without even turning his head.

"Gentlemen, I think this farce should be over. Sir, I apologize for the rudeness of my adjutant." Colonel Carlson walked forward and intentionally or unintentionally separated the second lieutenant behind him.

"Sir, can you talk to me alone?" Colonel Carlson gestured to a small room nearby.

He Chi nodded and followed.

After entering the house and closing the door, the colonel turned around and asked, "Can you show me your gun?"

With a loud bang, the silver-white pistol appeared in He Chi's hand like a magic trick, but He Chi did not hand it over. Instead, he held the gun handle upside down to show it to the colonel, and then the pistol disappeared without a trace again.

"How beautiful!" the colonel exclaimed, not sure whether he was referring to the gun or He Chi's smooth technique.

"Sir, I just started working in intelligence two years ago. My colleagues told me that there is a great colleague in the UK. The Germans have raised his reward to 50 pounds. He has a pistol similar to yours." The colonel pulled a chair and sat down, then said, "Do you know him?"

He Chi also pulled up a chair and sat down, then handed over a note, "You can contact the British intelligence officers in Southeast Asia, those with higher ranks, they will know me."

(End of this chapter)