My own war game

Chapter 273 Watching You Go Away

He Chi once commented on Jima like this: this girl has average physical fitness, mediocre combat power, and is not outstanding in intelligence. Except for makeup skills, her other professional skills as an agent are just passing.

But she has one biggest advantage that no other intelligence agent has.

That is, Jima is passionate enough about the profession of agent, has an adventurous spirit beyond ordinary people, and is even a little bit of a show-off.

After deciding that he wanted to "do something big", Jima automatically changed his identity to He Chi's adjutant of staff.

In recent days, in addition to constantly using her own communication channels to pass messages, she also took the initiative to look for other resources and even transformed her bedroom into the "Paris Plan London Headquarters".

Yes, that's the name, Jima herself had written it on the little wooden sign above her bedroom door.

Creaky~ With the groan of the door hinge, the girl turned sideways while holding a pile of documents, and "knocked" open the bedroom door with her hips. She moved sideways to avoid the scribbled map of France, and then dumped the things in her hands onto the bed.

"Sir, this is the hydrological and meteorological data near the Netherlands, local surveying maps, news briefings, and this year's documents with a classification below [Confidential]. I can only get this much with my classification..."

He Chi looked at the pile of things weighing about ten pounds on the bed and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I just asked you to pass on the information, I didn't ask for these things."

"Eh? Don't you need it?" Jima looked at He Chi with a strange look. "The materials they need to sort out before taking action often fill up a room. For an operation of three or four days, the staff department usually needs to discuss it for more than half a month. Don't you ever make these plans, sir?"

He Chi was stunned. Only then did he realize that what Jima said was the daily routine of an intelligence agent. The intelligence work that seemed mysterious to the outside world was not so glamorous. Every action was supported by a large amount of data analysis.

But he doesn't have that much time now.

“Has the information been delivered?”

"Well, they have all been sent out. Since many people send messages in one direction, we cannot confirm the other party's feedback. So far, we have only received a confirmed reply from Mr. Rodman. Mr. Kennedy said he is willing to provide assistance to the best of his ability. In addition, there has been no news from the Soviets." Jima opened the notebook and confirmed.

He Chi nodded, "I see, it's okay, there are some things we can confirm after arriving in the Netherlands."

"Speaking of the Netherlands, sir, how do we get there?" Jima raised her little hand like a student asking a question.

"Just get a plane or a boat. It won't be harder than when we were in Denmark." This is what He Chi cared least about.

Jima thought for a moment and said softly, "Sir, if we do this, we will probably cause great trouble to others."

"why?"

"The news I just received is that the General Staff and the Sixth Department have issued a joint order, asking you to severely punish the person who got the means of transport, regardless of whether he actively cooperates or not. It will definitely not be as simple as dereliction of duty. He could even be charged with treason." Jima said, taking out an internally printed document.

"This way..." He Chi thought for a moment, "Maybe someone won't be affected by this file."

"Who?"

Windsor Castle, June 1944, 6, the eve of Operation Overlord.

King George VI has been at the Prime Minister's residence all night tonight. He will give a large speech to the soldiers who are setting out tomorrow morning to boost morale. At this time, only the Queen and the two princesses are resting in Windsor Castle.

The 18-year-old Princess Elizabeth was absent-minded the whole day. Not only did she make several mistakes in the etiquette class in the afternoon, but she also changed into a plain evening dress for meeting important guests instead of casual clothes after dinner. However, the attendants all expressed their understanding. This princess shouldered more and more royal work on weekdays, and the pressure was naturally not small. Some small mistakes in life did not damage her charm, but made her seem more approachable.

As for the other princess... Margaret did not restrain herself as she grew older, but became more and more outgoing. Fortunately, she sprained her foot at the horse farm a few days ago. The injury was not serious but she needed to rest for a few days. The servants on duty were lucky enough to enjoy some restful time.

It is always easy to overlook some things in a peaceful time, such as someone sneaking in knowing the way there.

Jima jumped down from a low wall in the inner corridor with her eyes closed and was caught by He Chi below. She managed her body very well and made no sound during the entire fall.

Jima was completely dizzy. She didn't know what was wrong with her brain that she agreed to come to Windsor Castle to steal a plane.

If you are caught trespassing in the royal estate without permission, you will not be fired, you may even be shot on the spot by the guards, right? !
However, Jima also truly realized the difference between himself and the ace agent. He Chi pulled him to walk and stop constantly, hiding in dark corners from time to time. Sometimes a simple walk would reveal an inconspicuous small door, and every time he slowed down, a guard or other people would walk past him.

They almost walked into the core area of ​​Windsor Castle.

The silver moonlight shines down, and the scene before my eyes suddenly becomes clear.

In the 500-meter-long atrium, a white Spitfire fighter was parked there, like a knight waiting for his king.

He Chi walked over, raised his hand and gently stroked the body of the machine. Even after so many years, the "White Knight" was like brand new.

In other words, it's brand new.

The plane was in very good condition, obviously having just been maintained. Not only was the fuel full, but even the machine guns were loaded with ammunition.

This...He Chi probably knew what was going on.

The two of them got on the plane. He Chi looked through the cockpit toward the distance in the atrium, where there was a figure in a long skirt looking at them from afar.

Start the engine!
Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!
A huge roar was heard, and the guards of Windsor Castle heard the sound and ran towards the atrium, but were stopped a few hundred meters away.

The eldest princess Elizabeth was standing in the flower corridor in a plain white dress.

"Your Highness, are you okay? We heard a loud noise." The chief attendant stepped forward and bowed to ask for instructions.

"It's nothing, Margaret is just being naughty again. I will take her away, you guys go back." Elizabeth said in a calm tone, her eyes still looking forward.

"But Your Highness, the voice just now seemed to be..."

"Do you need me to repeat it again?" Elizabeth raised her voice slightly, and the aura of a superior came over her.

"No, Your Highness, we'll take our leave." The chief attendant left with his men.

Just as they were passing through the flower hall, a white figure rose into the air above their heads and went straight into the sky!
Elizabeth in the courtyard looked up at the shadow on the horizon until it disappeared.

(End of this chapter)