My own war game

Chapter 270 Christine's Obsession

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Mark Zach's collar was pulled up.

"Did you make up this ending yourself?!" He Chi asked harshly.

"Come on... man... I can't breathe..." The other person kicked his legs in the air and squeezed out a few words from his teeth.

He Chi realized at this moment that he had lost his composure. Looking at the diners who were already starting to look around, he decided to let Mark Zak go first.

"Sir, are you in trouble here?" A waiter came over and looked like he was going to call the police if they had a disagreement.

"I'm sorry, my friend and I had a small dispute, and we won't have that again. Please give each table a portion of our signature dish as my apology." He Chi told the waiter.

Seeing that there was no danger, the other guests sat down again, and some of those who had received the signature dishes even raised their glasses to He Chi.

He Chi looked at Mark Zach who was still panting across from him, and simply took out all the money in his wallet at once. "I was rude just now, but that question is very important to me. This money is my apology. Can you answer my question honestly?"

Mark Zak looked at the banknotes in front of him, not caring about the discomfort in his throat. He nodded repeatedly and said, "I didn't make up the ending. It was the plot in my dream. I copied it verbatim into the novel."

He Chi asked, "1944, do you remember what month it was?"

"Dude, I remembered it in a dream. How could I remember the time so clearly? If I have to say, I can only say it was probably in the summer."

"Summer of 1944..." He Chi repeated it several times, handed the banknotes in his hand to Mark Zak, and then hurriedly left the restaurant.

He already had a premonition of what was going to happen next.

Sure enough, the system's voice rang in my ears, "The mission will begin within 24 hours. The copy: [Is Paris Burning?] is about to start. Players, please be prepared!"
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Free France temporary office building in London, early May 1944.

The atmosphere in the building at this time was completely different from that in 1941. The staff all had happy expressions on their faces. The Soviets had pushed the front line in the north to Poland and the Baltic Sea, and the Allies were also preparing to open a second front in southern France.

Although most of the staff did not know the specific landing site due to their rank, everyone knew that the day when the Germans were completely driven out was not far away.

In the joyous atmosphere, Christine was packing her luggage. Compared with more than 20 years ago, her suitcase no longer had fancy cosmetics and stockings, but was filled with code books, pistols, and grenades. Looking at everything in front of her, the female intelligence officer couldn't help feeling a little melancholy.

There was a knock on the door.

The door opened, and Charles de Gaulle, who had become the commander-in-chief of hundreds of thousands of French troops overseas, stood outside. He looked at Christine's suitcase and shook his head helplessly.

"I went to see Eisenhower, and he rejected our suggestion to liberate Paris first. He said that after the successful landing, we should first occupy the vast northern region of France and divide the German army." After saying this, de Gaulle looked at his assistant who had worked with him for more than 20 years and found that Christine did not look depressed. "Aren't you surprised?" de Gaulle asked, knowing that Christine had a special obsession with her hometown.

"No, whether it's the British or the Americans, they only regard us as vassals at this time. It is not in their interest to liberate Paris first. Maybe they have not even figured out how to provide bread to millions of Parisians." Christine said as she checked the Browning she had been carrying with her and put it in her handbag.

Seeing Christine's somewhat paranoid look, de Gaulle could not help but persuade her, "Maybe there is still a chance. General Montgomery is trying to mediate with Churchill."

"Montgomery? The reason why that guy came to the fore was just because he couldn't stand the little girl at home who wanted to make a movie. Maybe it was also because of He's face." When the latter name was mentioned, the expression on Christine's face froze unnaturally.

Charles de Gaulle saw this and advised, "Perhaps you should wait for him. Many Japanese who follow his command have come to Europe recently. Maybe he will come back soon."

"There's no time." Christine forced a smile and turned her head away. "The guerrillas in Caen, Bayeux, Lille, Bordeaux, and Paris are all planning a major uprising to cooperate with the Allied forces to liberate the entire French territory. They need someone of status to unify and coordinate. I'm the most suitable person to go."

"Maybe there are others who are more suitable..." De Gaulle wanted to persuade him again.

"Charles, my friend." Christine changed the name of the commander in front of him. "We once abandoned them and fled. In the past four years, thousands of people have fallen for the freedom of France. We have an obligation to fight alongside them at this moment."

"Of course, you are a person with a special mission, and you are more needed here, but I am just a woman," Christine said with a determined look on her face. "If I can liberate our motherland from the Germans earlier, even if it is only one day earlier, I will not hesitate even if I sacrifice my life."

Perhaps because the atmosphere was too depressing, Christine laughed again. "Don't be so nervous. I'm going there to give orders, not to risk my life with a submachine gun. I also want to take a leave after the victory to go for a stroll on Xiangsheli Street."

Charles de Gaulle knew that he could not persuade the other party, so he had to put on a smile and said, "Yes, we will kidnap He and bring him to you. We will have a date for at least three days and three nights."

Christine elegantly covered her lips with her hands. "If that happens, our princess will give you trouble."

Two months ago, Christine took the initiative to separate herself from the intelligence system in the UK. She did not read any intelligence or attend any meetings, not even the pre-war meeting before the Allied landing in France. As a result, she herself did not know where the Allied forces would land.

All this was to prevent any accidents from happening once she arrived in France and took over the guerrillas.

Three days later, Christine secretly landed in western France by submarine, and with the cooperation of local intelligence organizations and guerrillas, she went to northern France to prepare to command a local uprising.

For some reason, her contact point was chosen in a remote villa on the north bank of the Somme.

A week later, the radio contact between the Free French headquarters in London and Christine was suddenly interrupted. Subsequently, the informant of the French intelligence agency desperately sent back the news that the northern guerrillas had been infiltrated by the German secret police, serious leaks had occurred, several contact points had been destroyed, and important personnel were suspected to have been captured.

On the same day, He Chi, dressed in poor clothes, appeared next to a hotel at Portsmouth Pier.

(End of this chapter)