My own war game

Chapter 304 Trick
"Protect Mr. President!" As the U.S. Secret Service bodyguards shouted anxiously, the cabin was in chaos.

People rushed over to protect the senior officers, and some raised their light weapons again.

Although Major General Evans Carlson is old, he can still detect unusual things with his sharp eyes.

"He, is that you?" the major general asked tentatively.

"Mr. Evans?" The Oriental man lowered his gun when he saw his acquaintance.

"Thank God, it looks like we don't have to fight anymore. Hiss, what did you stab me with just now?" Major General Evans Carlson spread out his palm and found a very thin wound on it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hold back in that situation just now." He Chi came over to help the major general bandage the wound.

"Stand still!" The captain of the guard from Washington was facing a powerful enemy, pointing his pistols in both hands at this side.

The guys on the opposite side are too dangerous. The two people on the ground haven't been able to get up yet.

At this time, Churchill, who had been protected in the center, separated the crowd and took the initiative to hug He Chi. "Ha! He, as usual, you seem to have chosen an inappropriate time to appear."

Then the British Prime Minister put his arm around the Oriental man's shoulders like a close friend and introduced him to the crowd, "Excuse me, this is my attaché, Ho, he is the best agent of MI6. Gentlemen, as I said just now, Britain is capable of protecting itself, and Ho has just proved this to everyone."

The American delegation headed by Marshall looked unhappy, especially those in the security department.

Before boarding the plane, everyone underwent a thorough inspection, including repeated inspections of the cabin with detection equipment. The head of the Secret Service vowed that there was not even a single extra fly in the plane.

What happened? A living person got on the plane without anyone noticing.

The slaps on the security department's faces were loud and clear.

To put it bluntly, if the other side had malicious intentions, senior American officials including President Roosevelt would be eliminated at one time, and the White House and Capitol Hill would have to fly flags at half-mast the next day.

Marshall clenched his fists under the table. Damn it! This big smoker was too cunning. He knew that he might be attacked on the plane, so he arranged for his super agent to sneak up and give us a warning.

This is also a naked threat of force, even more direct than a powerful group of fighter jets.

No matter how many troops you have, how advanced your weapons are, or how high your GDP is, what can it do? As long as we, the British MI6, want, there is no place in the world that is absolutely safe, not even the car of the President of the United States! If I push you to the limit, I will trade it with you, believe it or not? !

Is this the confidence of the old intelligence organization?

Damn! The US intelligence agencies are still growing too slowly.

It's decided! We will at least double the funding for Congress next year.

This is what some people at the scene think.

On the contrary, Roosevelt, who had been under strict protection, had a very calm expression on his face. He pushed his wheelchair through the crowd and came to He Chi, then stood up with the help of others.

"Mr. He, I have heard a lot of stories about you, and I haven't had the chance to thank you for everything you have done for the United States of America."

"I also want to thank you personally, not as a president, but as a father."

"Yes, I'm honored too." He Chi also expressed his respect at the right time.

For all intents and purposes, the president's performance in World War II deserves respect.

Unfortunately, according to established history, this outstanding politician only had less than two months to live. His successor, Truman, was not as politically skilled as his predecessor and frequently and forcefully used his veto power.

At the same time, he sent troops to intervene in North Korea without prior approval from Congress, setting a very bad precedent for the next US president. (Almost every US president since then has followed his example.)
His subordinates even commented on Truman in their memoirs:

"The current president is simply a schizophrenic. His world is dominated by alternating inferiority and arrogance. He does not have the political prestige of President Roosevelt, but he insists that others respect him as they respect Roosevelt. But damn, what can I do? After all, he is the democratically elected president of the United States."

Looking at the legendary figure who was about to pass away, He Chi had mixed emotions, so he had a seemingly ordinary conversation on the plane:

"Mr. President, are you feeling okay? This plane seems a bit stuffy. Do you feel dizzy or short of breath?"

"It's OK. Thank you for your concern, Mr. He. I think I can serve the United States for at least one more term."

Since the two heads of state were talking today, there was a special recorder on the scene and this short conversation was also recorded in the memorandum.

But a few months later, the confidentiality level of this memorandum suddenly increased sharply, and it was not completely declassified until fifty years later. This in turn triggered a huge controversy in the modern historical community - before the end of World War II, did the British use extreme means to control the selection of the US president for their own interests?
Many people hold this speculation, and some even suspect that they did it again in 1963.

Of course, these are all for later.

He Chi's arrival disrupted the tense atmosphere, and completely saved Churchill's face, attracting everyone's attention to him.

"He, I still don't understand how you got up there. I led a team to conduct four inspections before the plane took off, and I'm sure I opened the cabinet you were in." Major General Evans Carlson chatted with the Oriental man in the tone of an old friend.

"It's just a trick." He Chi said with a smile.

"An optical illusion? I remember that you didn't know this skill when you were in Australia. Can you satisfy my curiosity?" The major general did not give up, but got to the bottom of the problem.

He Chi sighed, "Well, we are friends after all. I will demonstrate the trick of transferring matter."

Then the Oriental man stood up, showed his empty hands to everyone, and finally pointed at Marshall who was a few meters away with a bad look on his face.
"Gentlemen, if I say I can change what this gentleman has in his hand into my own, would you believe me?"

"Interesting, I bet two hundred dollars, yes." Churchill, who had let out a sigh of relief, was the first to show his support and even took out cash from his pocket.

Roosevelt smiled and said nothing, but out of politeness he also took out his wallet.

In full view of everyone, the Oriental man turned over his hands, and there was nothing on them.

He flipped it again, and a piece of printed paper suddenly "appeared" in his hand.

Marshall hurriedly rummaged through his handbag, his face instantly turning into panic.

"Give it to me!" The future Secretary of State stood up in a panic and tried to grab it.

He Chi did not interfere and let the other party take the paper from his hand.

It was just that as the papers were flying, he accidentally scanned a few words.

"Thin man", "fat man", "little boy"

"little girl"

(End of this chapter)