My own war game

Chapter 298 The Uncontrollable Person
The inquiries were completed just as daybreak approached.

Christine personally helped the girl wrapped in a sheet into the car.

"It's basically confirmed. The child has no connections and is just an ordinary civilian." Christine said as she entered the room.

"Where's the dynamite?"

"They were all buried under his flower bed. The interesting thing is that this flower bed was built a long time ago. He seemed to have foreseen this day." Christine sighed and sat next to He Chi. "You know what? There was no explosives in his water truck at the time. It was as if he was deliberately provoking you to want to die."

"Maybe they are desperate," He Chi thought for a moment and said, "The Third Reich is about to end, and this time they won't be allowed to grow a mustache like they did 20 years ago."

"What if? I'm just saying what if." Christine sighed and said, "What if he didn't carry out the assassination plan in the end, and just quietly worked as a water deliveryman or a gardener in Paris, without worrying about his vain Third Reich, would he have his own life in the future?"

"Probably not. His appearance will be discovered sooner or later. With what he has done before, the gallows will probably be his only destination."

"You know that's not what I meant..."
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A week later, Charles de Gaulle arrived in Paris. He passed through the Place de la Concorde and the Champs-Elysées to the welcome of the people. He delivered an important speech in front of the Arc de Triomphe, one of the important contents of which was to begin to form a provisional government of France.

Christine once again expressed to de Gaulle her willingness to give up her position in the provisional government, and then boarded a plane back to Britain alone.

She did not tell anyone about her temporary residence. She would be isolated from the world for two years and would not be exposed to any external information.

This is the price you have to pay for being away from the center of power.

After the liberation of Paris, the Soviet trio quietly returned to Moscow, and Yulia brought back what Beria was expecting - a handwritten note from He Chi.

But it is said that Beria, who had become the chairman of the National Security Council, had a wonderful expression on his face after seeing the note.

Benjamin stayed in Paris to recuperate, and in the process he did not forget to flirt with other girls. Thanks to the halo of "hero who liberated Paris", his success rate in picking up girls soared during this period, so that the French playboy experienced for the first time the feeling of a fox sneaking into the henhouse.

"He doesn't even spare the pretty laundry ladies! Keep this guy away from the nurses in the field hospital!" General Montgomery even sent a separate telegram to He Chi about this matter.

But He Chi did not receive this part of the information because he had already stepped into Menzies' office again.
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"He, do you know how serious the consequences of your unauthorized actions this time are?!"

"Because you flew across the English Channel without authorization, the Allied command even considered postponing the Normandy landing." Menzies began to complain to his ace agent as soon as he entered the door.

"And Montgomery's troops had to change their march direction from north to west because of your actions in Paris!"

"Eisenhower is holding himself accountable internally. He wants to know why the U.S. military dispatched an air force to attack Paris without authorization!"

"Also, the Soviet Union..."

"Okay, boss, please calm down. At least the ending is good this time, isn't it?" He Chi raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I'm sorry about the previous confusion. Next time I will try to communicate with you before taking action."

"You should be sorry, but not to me."

Menzies sat back in his chair and said in a deep voice, "You know, Her Royal Highness is under house arrest."

"Margaret? Isn't this common?"

"It's Her Royal Highness Elizabeth!" Menzies couldn't help but raise his voice again. "It's been five years since the war began. Her Royal Highness has always performed very well. Both His Majesty and the people highly recognize her. Almost everyone thinks she will be the perfect successor."

"But it was because of you that she did such an outrageous thing!"

"Your Majesty is very disappointed this time. If Margaret wasn't so erratic, this incident might even affect the order of succession!"

He Chi was a little surprised, but on second thought he could understand it. Elizabeth deliberately let the White Knight go, and before a crucial military operation. This was probably the only time she put personal relationships before national interests.

George VI's health has been getting worse in the past two years. Elizabeth has been recognized as the crown prince due to her performance during the war, but this incident is undoubtedly a big minus for her.

Fortunately, Margaret is not an option, otherwise I would have really caused a lot of trouble for Elizabeth this time.

"Do you need me to go to Windsor Castle to explain?" He Chi asked tentatively.

"Please stop making trouble. His Majesty must really not want to see you right now." Menzies stopped him immediately.

Then the intelligence chief turned around and pulled out a document from the cabinet. "Well, we'll arrange for you to go out and avoid the limelight. Mr. Churchill is preparing to meet with Stalin and President Roosevelt at an appropriate time."

"We are currently lacking a senior security officer in our entourage. You have good connections in all three countries, and I hope you can take on this role."

"Yalta? You want to throw me to Crimea?" He Chi blurted out, then thought for a moment and said, "Sorry, I don't have much time recently and may not be able to complete this task."

He Chi then raised his hand and looked at his watch. "Sorry, I should probably go now. I owe you a performance report. I'll make it up when we meet again."

After saying this, without waiting for the boss on the opposite side to speak, the Oriental man hurriedly left the room.

Menzies was stunned. He sat in his seat for three full minutes without saying a word.

Ding, there was a sound in my ear, a hidden security door was opened, a white man walked in from outside and sat down without saying a word.

Sir David Petrie, the de facto head of MI5.

"Now you know how terrifying he is." Menzies said softly, leaning back in his chair.

"You're right." Sir David Petrie pulled open the curtains and looked at the shadow that was about to disappear around the corner.

"No one ever said the meeting would be in Yalta. This was the location that the leaders of the three countries finally confirmed a few days ago. He knew about it right after returning from France. He is simply omnipresent."

"No wonder he did such an outrageous thing this time, but you didn't punish him at all. If I had such an all-knowing guy by my side, I wouldn't act rashly."

Sir Petrie then added, "But is it really okay for you to just let him go? At least have proper supervision."

"That's useless. You'll know in a moment if you don't believe me."

Ten minutes later, the field team from the Fifth Division reported back that 007 had disappeared in a completely enclosed warehouse near the dock.

(End of this chapter)