My own war game

Chapter 239 Special Intelligence Agent
On August 8, 5 men of the 11st Marine Division began boarding ships in Fiji, preparing to march to Guadalcanal and Tula Island under the cover of destroyers led by Major General Turner.

At the same time, Rear Admiral Krach led eight cruisers and destroyers to escort the supply fleet as the second echelon to land on the island.

At the same time, Vice Admiral Fletcher led an outer support fleet consisting of three aircraft carriers and a battleship and secretly stopped in the waters south of the Solomon Islands to provide air support for the landing troops.

North of Fiji Island, the Australian regional office of the British Special Operations Service.

A tall man walked into the room as his plainclothes colleague was enjoying afternoon tea in front of a Turkish rug.

After the man entered the house, he said happily, "Thomas, the latest news is that the Americans are leaving!"

Thomas put down his cookie and said, "Well, this is the best news I've heard in a month. To be honest, I can't stand this dirty cowboy group for another day."

The conversation between the two people accurately reflects the mentality of some British people. You have to know that the rise of the United States has only happened in the last twenty years or so. Before that, the British Empire had its own foundation as an old colonial power. Many old-fashioned people look down on their poor relatives who had been violently separated from them.

After the outbreak of World War II, the Saxons were trapped in the British Isles. If it were not for the support of merchant ships, they would have collapsed long ago.

At this point in time, any report on American supplies would be placed at the top of Churchill's desk.

The declining old aristocracy suddenly had to beg for food from the new rich, which made many British people feel unbalanced. Although they had to cooperate with the new tyrants as nominal allies, it was inevitable to use some tricks to disgust the other side in the actual operation.

For example, they deliberately lowered administrative efficiency and did not hand over hydrological and meteorological data to the Americans.

"Thomas, there is more bad news. We have received an order from London to hand over all the materials in our hands to an Asian within 24 hours. The order was directly issued by the Prime Minister's Office." The man shrugged and poured himself a cup of tea.

"The Prime Minister's Office? Does the other party have a background?" asked the man named Thomas.

"It's the guy on Sher Street. He is said to be ranked very high." The companion replied after drinking a cup of tea.

"The Sixth Division..." Thomas thought for a moment, "Since it's an order from the Prime Minister's Office, there's no reason for us to refuse, so let's leave it to them."

"When did you become so easy to talk to?" The colleague opposite was stunned. This was not in line with his character.

"I haven't finished yet. I mean hand over the pile in the cabinet. Also, don't they need a group of guides? Send those guys living in the trees over." Thomas smiled evilly.

"In the cabinet? You said... I understand." The colleague also showed a mischievous smile, and then asked worriedly, "What if the operation is delayed because of this?"

"We're just teasing them. We can just come up with the translation at the last minute. It won't really delay anything. Don't you want to see the embarrassed expressions of the guys from the Sixth Division and those cowboys?" Thomas said with a chuckle.

The companion thought for a moment and said, "Just do as you say."

Bang! A tattered bundle of something that could probably be called paper was placed on the table.

"Gentlemen, these are the hydrological and meteorological data of the two islands, as well as the geographical maps. We sent them here immediately after receiving the order." Thomas stood next to his colleagues and spoke seriously to He Chi and Major General Vandergrift.

"These?" The major general picked up the thing made of dry bark on the table suspiciously. In his hand was obviously the dried leaves of some plant, with crooked and meaningless symbols written on them.

"Although we are allies, this joke is not funny at all." The major general, who thought he was being teased, said with an unhappy look.

"Joke? Please don't get me wrong. You can't understand it just because it's the original." Thomas defended with a joking expression.

"Original?"

"Yes, the local indigenous people have the custom of compiling weather and geography records. These are what our scientific expedition team collected and sorted out from their data. Because of the tight time, we didn't waste a minute to bring them here." Another person said righteously. "Is there no translated version?" He Chi interrupted and asked.

"We are still doing our best to search for it. I believe we will find it soon..." the person on the other end said indifferently.

"We will set off the day after tomorrow." Major General Vandergrift was obviously suppressing his anger.

"I said, we will try our best to find it. Before that, we also brought the guide who wrote these things." Thomas had a bureaucratic expression on his face and pointed behind him.

There were three dark-skinned, shirtless natives there, saying something meaningless.

At this time, He Chi glanced at the two people and said, "No need!"

Then he confirmed, "They are Melanesian?"

"Well, probably, I guess so." Thomas answered hesitantly. He didn't know what the guy in front of him, who should be called 007, was going to do?
He Chi picked up the leaf that looked like hieroglyphs in his hand, and then uttered a series of strange pronunciations to the natives.

The native on the opposite side suddenly showed an expression of surprise on his face, and then he started to communicate with the Oriental man in a babble.

He Chi held the "information" in his hand and talked to the other party from time to time, and then kept recording with the pen in his hand. Soon, a text translated into English appeared on the desktop.

Brush~The paper was torn off and stuffed into Major General Vandergrift's letter. "This is a rough translation, but it's fine to use."

The three people in the room, including the major general, widened their eyes in surprise.

"You can speak these native languages?" The major general looked at the Oriental man in front of him in surprise.

"It's just a personal hobby. I'm not very proficient in it." He Chi didn't explain too much.

"Well... since the adults have already translated them, then we will..." The two guys from the British Special Operations Service didn't get any advantage and wanted to slip away at this time.

"Wait a minute, I have something to give you." He Chi stopped them.

"What…"

"bullet!"

Something strange happened! He Chi suddenly approached and threw the tall and strong Thomas to the ground with a back throw. In his left hand, a silver revolver appeared from nowhere and pressed it against the opponent's chin. In his right hand, he pulled out a few pieces of paper from his arms.

Those are real translations of hydroclimatological data.

"You concealed key intelligence during the war. I have reason to suspect that you are a spy!" He Chi said, holding a pistol.

"Come on, I didn't, I just wanted to take it out later," Thomas defended.

"Oh?" He Chi smiled coldly. "You should have received orders. The agents in the Solomon area are under my unified command. Now you are blatantly disobeying the orders of your superiors. What should I do with you?"

Thomas couldn't speak at this time because the gun barrel was pressed against his chin, but he had only one thought in his mind.

"The guy in front of me is so scary!"

(End of this chapter)