My own war game

Chapter 325 Rest (Part )
In the evening, in London, when Jima set foot on British soil again, she almost cried.

The past few days seemed like a dream to her.

After being brought back from Japan in a confused state, she was directly placed under house arrest by the US FBI. She had no contact with the outside world for more than a month and was subjected to endless questioning and surveillance every day.

But her heart was also full of doubts.

What exactly was that big explosion?
What happened to that plane?

What incident were you involved in?

Is He still alive?
She is a smart girl, but she has no choice but to wait day after day without access to information from the outside world.

She was told a few days ago that she would be deported back to the UK, and she was under FBI surveillance until the last second before she disembarked.

The weather in London was still the same, overcast and rainy. A man stood at the busy dock, his clothes half wet. Picking up the suitcase in his hand, Jima found that a palm-sized hole had been torn on it at some point, and the things inside were exposed.

The girl sniffed. She felt like a stray cat abandoned by its owner.

Hualalalal~~~~I don't know when the rain started to get heavier, and the girl without rain gear had to jog to a newsstand holding her box to take shelter from the rain.

Fortunately, the owner who reported the car to the police station was very kind. He made room for Jima in the small space and also gave her a towel and hot tea.

After drinking a cup of hot tea and drying her hair with a towel, Jima regained some of her spirits. But just as the girl bowed to thank the stall owner, she happened to catch a glimpse of a newspaper in the corner.

Kokura, Hiroshima, atomic bomb, Big Bang... every word stimulated Jima's nerves.

"Excuse me, I want this newspaper." Jima started to take out her wallet, but in her panic, the coins in her hand fell to the ground.

The stall owner, who was in his 60s, picked up the coins on the ground and stuffed the change and the newspaper back into the girl's hands. "That newspaper is expired. I'm giving it to you for free."

Jima bowed her head and thanked him, then quickly flipped through the front page of the newspaper.

The Times, August 8th edition.

Looking at the newspaper, the girl's expression was shocked at first, then turned to anger, and then fear.

When she saw the news about the atomic bomb explosion, all the doubts in her mind became clear.

They were betrayed by the Americans!
That mission was basically a trap. If He hadn't insisted on her cooperating from the outside, Xiaocang's bomb would have taken her life that day!

But what happened? !
If he was really in Kokura at that time, the result would be unimaginable.

She wants to report this to headquarters!
The girl ran outside in the heavy rain and soon disappeared into the rain.

The newsstand owner looked at the receding shadow and reached into a hidden cabinet, where there was a black phone.

"Hello, it's me. She already knows about it and is rushing back to the headquarters. Keep an eye on her."

When Jima walked into the lobby of MI6 headquarters, her whole body was soaked.

Two officers on duty stopped her.

"I want to see Mr. Menzies. I have important information to report!" Jima, who was already soaked, shouted loudly outside the door.

The guard held out a hand. "Ma'am, according to the latest regulations, you must hand in your weapons first."

Gemma simply handed over her small-caliber Browning, since there were no bullets in it anyway. MI6's security standards seemed to have been raised, and after handing over her gun, Gemma's luggage was also confiscated, and she was led into the reception room next door empty-handed.

Looking at the unfamiliar faces around her, Jima felt that the atmosphere was not right. Just when she was about to ask, the door next to her opened.

The man who came was not Menzies but his successor, John Sinclair, who had just taken over most of MI6's operations.

"Ms. Jima, I'm really glad to see you back." The former army lieutenant general sat down opposite the girl.

"Sir, I have important information to report..."

"Calm down, ma'am, please calm down. We have plenty of time. You can talk slowly." Sinkraal snapped his fingers behind him. "Go get some dry clothes and some hot coffee."

For the next half hour, Jima recounted exactly what happened in the Kokura area, but Sinkraal did not react at all.

"Ma'am, we are aware of your situation." The MI6 deputy chief said in a calm tone, and then added without waiting for Jima's reply, "But the US side explained to us a month ago that what happened before was a misunderstanding in departmental coordination."

"Misunderstanding! This is impossible!" Jima put his hands on the table and stood up excitedly.

"But if you want to accuse your allies, do you have any evidence?" Sinclair said nonchalantly.

"Of course I..." Jima was stunned. She had no evidence to support her statement.

"Ms. Gemma, compared to those unimportant things, we want to know where your partner 007 is now?" Sinclair came over, his eyes suddenly became full of aggression, he stared at the female intelligence officer closely, "And, he..."

"Did you bring anything back for us?"

Looking into the other person's eyes, Jima suddenly felt a chill in her body. She seemed to have returned to Copenhagen four years ago. The sudden sense of crisis made her almost want to vomit.

The British girl shook her head and replied calmly, "No, sir, I lost contact with 007 in the middle of the mission and have not seen him since then."

"Ms. Jima, this is not Washington. You can tell the truth." Sinkraal forced a smile on his face again.

"But what I said is all true." Jima stood up and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Minister, I feel a little unwell and want to go to rest first. Can the performance report be done later?"

"Of course, please take good care of yourself." Sinclair nodded with a smile, and then said, "Please put your luggage here first, and you can pick it up when you come to work tomorrow."

Jima did not refuse, nodded, turned around and left. Someone brought her a dry coat, but she waved her hand to refuse.

Looking at the woman walking away, Sinkraal's face darkened. He pressed a button, and several agents in windbreakers walked into the room.

"She seems to have discovered something. Follow her and find a secluded place to control her!"

"What if she resists?"

"You can use force, but remember to save your life. She may have found the only clue to 007."

"Mr. Minister, perhaps we can use a slightly gentler approach. Treating an ace agent like this seems..." the staff member at the side suggested cautiously.

"She's just a woman who got to the top through nepotism." Sinclair waved his hand and didn't seem to care. He stared out the window and muttered to himself, "I'm not Menzies. I don't need an agent who is out of control, no matter how capable he is."

"007 is no exception!"

(End of this chapter)