My own war game

Chapter 280 Bees and Pitcher Plants
"My old acquaintance? Who?" Benjamin on the side was a little at a loss.

Do you still know her? He Chi took out a photo and pushed it in front of the Playboy. In the photo, the female Gestapo in a captain's uniform smiled like a charming mandala.

"The woman who almost killed you in Copenhagen. It is said that she is responsible for the main task of guarding Christine."

"What do you need me for?" Benjamin looked at the photo and some bad memories came to his mind.

"Get close to her again and make her feel for you in the shortest time possible. This is the key to whether we can enter that area smoothly." He Chi said, looking into the other person's eyes.

"That's impossible!" Benjamin jumped up. "He knew me in Copenhagen!"

He Chi raised the makeup tools in his hand. "Don't worry about this. Jima and I will work together to ensure that you don't reveal any flaws."

"That won't work!" Benjamin was still resistant. "This kind of woman is heartless. I suspect she has always treated men as consumables."

"Not necessarily." He Chi directly denied the other party's judgment and continued, "According to intelligence, this woman has come into contact with at least three-digit men in the past two years, but only about half of them are her mission targets. This shows that she at least has a normal emotional need of a woman, but no one can catch her eye."

He Chi then took out a few more photos and placed them on the table. These people she had come into contact with had common characteristics - they were soldiers and had varying degrees of physical disabilities.

"You lost your skills in front of her last time, don't you want to get it back?" He Chi tempted from the side.

Seeing Benjamin still hesitating, He Chi pulled out a small note and said, "This is the receipt issued to me by the US government. If you can capture her, I will give you 20% of it."

When Benjamin saw the number 200 million and Roosevelt's signature on the note, he gritted his teeth.

"I'll do it!"
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When Captain Mannia walked out of the building, a strong stench drifted over with the wind, causing her to frown.

"What happened? Where does this smell come from?" the female Gestapo stopped a guard and asked.

"Sir, it is said that the rain a few days ago caused the Seine River to backflow, and the nearby sewers were blocked. This is the smell of the sewer." The guard reported with a frown, and from his expression it seemed that he was having a hard time enduring it.

"How long will it take to repair it?"

"Sir, the sewers in Paris are very complicated and it is very difficult to dredge them. The engineer said it will take at least a week."

Mannia left the soldier with a disgusted expression. The sudden incident made her feel very bad, not only because the stench affected her appetite for lunch, but also because it would seriously disturb her teacher.

This is inexcusable!
It was impossible to eat in this environment, so Mannia simply chose to go out for dinner.

After turning a corner, a fragrance brought by the wind diluted the strange smell around, and a restaurant appeared in front of the woman.

Was this restaurant this brand before? Mannia looked at it with some confusion, and walked in unconsciously.

The wind chimes rang, the plain white wooden door slowly opened, and a vibrant scene appeared before our eyes.

Geranium, ivy, peace lily, lemon balm... a variety of fragrant green plants formed a flower wall, and in the back there was a slender man wiping the table with one hand.

"One of your signature dishes, quickly." Mania said casually as she sat down.

"Sorry, we are closed today." The man actually shook his head and refused directly without moving, and his tone was very stiff.

"Why?! Isn't this a restaurant?!" Mannia frowned. It had been a long time since she met a man who communicated with her in this way.

"Didn't you see?! Today's materials are sold out, and only some old fruits are left. Let's go early tomorrow." The man said casually, and changed his posture to continue working. At this time, Mannia discovered that there was something wrong with the man's arm. A burn mark was winding around his right hand like a snake.

If it were in the past, the woman codenamed [Nepenthes] would have pulled out her pistol by now, but for some reason, she was more patient today.

She decided to give him a chance. "Anything you want, I'm not picky," the woman said in a calm tone.

The tall man glanced at her and spat out a word, "Wait."

Ten minutes later, a pancake with several different fruit sauces was placed on a plate and brought to the woman.

Mannia gently scooped a spoonful and put it into her mouth. The sweet taste activated her taste buds and made her feel instantly happy.

"You have a good cook," the female captain commented, then looked at the other party and asked

"What's in your hand?"

"burn"

"When?"

"More than ten years ago."

"What happened?"

"It's too troublesome. I don't want to talk about it."

After a question and an answer, Mannia looked at the man opposite her, threw down a German mark, nodded, stood up and walked out the door.

A few minutes later, the man who had a serious face just now slumped down in his chair.

"How is it?" He Chi, dressed up as a chef, came out holding a towel in his hand.

"I'm halfway there. A woman like her should have lost interest in a guy who comes up to her and says sweet words to her. I had to use some risky methods." Benjamin was still leaning back in his chair.

"I think I have aroused her curiosity. She will come again."

"Then why are you still like this?" He Chi took a handkerchief from Benjamin, which was already soaked with the sweat from the other's palm.

"He, you bastard! Her hand has touched the handle of the gun at least twice. Don't say you can't see it!" Benjamin said breathlessly.

The next day, Mannia sat in the same position as yesterday at noon and threw the menu aside. "A simple meal, you decide."

A small space away from the stench, an amazing dish, and a taciturn disabled veteran. She actually enjoyed this lunch time very much.

On the third, fourth, and fifth day, the woman seemed to have become a regular customer of this shop, sitting for twenty minutes each time.

Whenever she saw a man busy, she would narrow her eyes as if she was savoring something.

As time went on, the man's attitude gradually softened, and the two of them were even able to have a brief chat.

A veteran of World War I, he retired due to a hand injury. After teaching himself cooking, he opened this restaurant with his brother. Benjamin maintains his persona every day. In order to achieve a realistic effect, He Chi even used a mild hypnosis on him.

The atmosphere between the two began to become ambiguous.

Finally one day, the woman pushed the door open and said
"You and your cook will come with me tomorrow night."

(End of this chapter)