My own war game

Chapter 294 It's My Turn to Travel Far Away

"He, when can I get my share of the reward? They said you are... um..."

Seeing the scene in the house, the Frenchman was stunned.

Sunlight shone in from the open window. As far as the eye could see, Kristen was sitting on He Chi in a hospital gown, with a sheet covering the place where the two of them were touching.

It looked like they were engaging in some private activity.

"I'm sorry!" The French playboy said this and slammed the door in panic.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you! I didn't know what the situation was in there." When He Chi came out, the French playboy explained in panic.

"Please wait a moment, the situation inside is completely different from what you imagined." He Chi was still trying in vain to explain things clearly.

"Please rest assured, I know the seriousness of the matter and I will never spread it out." The expression on Benjamin's face became flustered and serious, and he didn't look like he was joking at all.

He Chi was a little surprised and said, "There's no need to do this, right? Even if we really have something, can we still kill you to silence you?"

Benjamin looked up at He Chi, as if to confirm whether he was serious. Then he sighed and said, "They all say that you are the most special ace. I believe it this time. You really lack even the most basic common sense of an intelligence officer."

After saying this, the Frenchman secretly looked inside the room and said in a low voice

"Given your two identities, if that kind of relationship were to be made public, there would be a major earthquake in the Allied intelligence system. Neither Charles de Gaulle nor Churchill would want that to happen. You have to know that the French and British have been at war for no shorter time than they were with the Germans."

"So, you don't have to explain anything to me, because no matter what the truth is, I will remain silent." The Frenchman raised his hand high at this time.

After Benjamin left, He Chi walked back to the house as usual. At this time, Christine was still wrapped in the quilt and smiling.

"Benjamin just came to say hello and has left." He Chi sat beside the bed and asked calmly, "Is there anything else you want to do recently?"

Christine tilted her head and thought for a while. "I've been away from Paris for a long time. Can you go shopping with me?"

"But your injury will take some time to recover."

"I don't know why, but this injury seems to be healing particularly quickly. I feel like I should be able to get out of bed soon." Kristen pulled open the bottom of her hospital gown, revealing her fair belly to He Chi. Her face was natural and warm, and she didn't seem shy at all.

The girl showed her private parts to He Chi without reservation, which was almost the most direct confession.

Below the shallow dimple, new granulation tissue had actually begun to grow from the previous gunshot wound. This process usually takes half a month to recover to the full extent.

A week later, Christine was miraculously able to go out and walk again.
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It was now September, a week had passed since the liberation of Paris, and the city had quickly recovered from German occupation.

A thin mist was floating over the banks of the Seine, and on the cobblestone road, milk trucks that had reopened for business squeaked past.

Food controls were lifted, the aroma of baking bread wafted out of the pastry shops again, and the cafés in the square once again set up small round tables.

The Parisians who were still worried about food a dozen days ago are now in the mood to sit down and spend the morning with coffee and newspapers.

Of course, not everyone is used to this configuration.

He Chi put down the coffee cup in his hand with an embarrassed look on his face. This kind of pure coffee without any milk or sugar has always been a pain in his hand. He could not swallow it no matter what time it was.

On the contrary, Christine on the other side showed a satisfied look, and occasionally sniffed the aroma of hot coffee. (Because of the injury, she couldn't drink it for the time being)
"You're just not used to it yet. If you try it a few more times, you'll have a different experience." Christine said with a smile. For the whole morning, Christine just let He Chi accompany her to walk around the city, without specifying a place to go.

Buy a bouquet of flowers, taste a freshly baked croissant, or sit down and order a cup of coffee just to smell it.

The girl seemed immersed in this peaceful atmosphere, even a little anxious, as if she wanted to experience the life of an ordinary person in one day.

He Chi felt something vaguely and opened his mouth to ask, but a loud fight interrupted his conversation.

"Catch her! Don't let her get away!"

"Look, this lowly bitch who touched the German's bed has the nerve to cry! How shameless!"

"Get the scissors! Cut her hair!"

"Take off your clothes! Take them all off!"

A group of people were surrounding a young woman in her thirties and beating her. Ink was splashed on the woman's face. She tried hard to resist the violence, but was quickly subdued because she was too weak.

Someone grabbed her hair from behind and a pair of scissors reached out.

"Please! Don't do this to me! I have children waiting for me to return! I have delivered intelligence to the Allies, I have delivered intelligence to the Allies!" The woman shouted in panic in desperation.

But her pleading had no effect. The crowd around her laughed. "Helping the Allies pass on information? Just because you're a bitch who needs to sell your body?"

He Chi frowned.

"Do you know her?" Christine noticed that He's expression was not right.

"She didn't lie. She passed the message to our intelligence organization. Although she was forced to do so to make a living, she objectively contributed to the liberation of Paris."

The two looked at each other and read the same meaning from each other's eyes.

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Just as the scissors were about to fall, the man's wrist was firmly grasped by a strong hand.

"Enough! Is this how you French men demonstrate your courage?" He Chi said in a deep voice after grabbing the other's wrist and removing the scissors in his hand.

"Who are you?! What gives you the right to..." The controlled man was about to retort, but his words were pushed back by two pistols raised simultaneously in the hands of the man and woman opposite.

He Chi held a gun in one hand and grabbed the thug with the other, without saying a word.

Christine held up a document and said loudly, "We are plainclothes military police. This is a warrant issued by the Allied Command. Paris is still under military control. Anyone who dares to cause trouble on the streets will be treated as a spy!"

The citizen who was furious just now looked at the document, then looked at the other party's pistol, and then dispersed.

Christine took off her coat and put it on the woman. The two men paid for the woman's milk and then sent her back.

The female intelligence officer remained silent afterwards and seemed absent-minded in everything she did.

Finally, when she was about to go back, she said, "He, I may have to disappear for a while this time."

(End of this chapter)