My own war game

Chapter 326: Rest (Part )
Jima was walking alone on the streets of London, and the people behind her seemed to be following her more closely.

She now understood that Sinkraal had known about the Americans' tricks for a long time and had condoned their actions, otherwise he would not have presented evidence right away.

Are you kidding? MI6 never uses evidence when doing anything, unless they have no intention of investigating at all.

It was very likely that he and He were being used as bargaining chips. From what he heard, the other party was still eagerly looking for He, and he was being regarded as a key clue.

In this case, the current situation is very dangerous.

The people around her could no longer be trusted, and she had no intention of contacting any MI6 colleagues again.

The luggage in her hands was confiscated and the weapons were not returned to her, but the female agent still had her last support.

She took two quick steps, turned quickly at a street corner, and pulled open the lining of her coat with her hands.

There was actually an off-shoulder dress underneath the heavy windbreaker, and a few delicate makeup brushes were hidden in the small bag in the pocket of her top.

The girl was drawing on her face as she walked. A shoulder-length wig was pulled out from her sleeves and put on her head. When passing by a trash can, Jima threw her windbreaker into it.

When they came out of the alley, the smart and capable female agent disappeared, and was replaced by a heavily made-up prostitute who could be seen everywhere in the area, wandering the streets at night.

The girl leaned lazily against a street lamp, her delicate skin looked even whiter under the light. She casually lowered her chest, as if showing her beautiful body to potential customers.

The MI6 field agent who passed by had no idea that the target was lurking next to him.

This is 112 Scheer Street, the Lucky Rabbit.

Ace Agent, even the last one cannot be underestimated!

Watching the person who was following him run away, Jima walked out calmly. As soon as he reached the intersection, he found that someone had blocked the road and was comparing photos with passers-by.

Damn it! I'm stuck inside!
Jima pricked his palm with his nails, forced himself to calm down, and then looked around for an opportunity to break the deadlock.

When the girl saw a fat man dressed as a young civil servant walking by, she had a plan in mind.

"Hi~Sir, can you come and keep me company? It's too lonely to be alone on a night like this~" An indelibly sweet voice came from the alley, making the man's heart tremble. He soon found a woman in hot clothes leaning against him.

Although he was very impulsive, thinking about his tight salary, the man lowered his head and planned to walk away.

"Sir, please help me. It's only 1 pound. I can stay with you until dawn~" The woman continued to pout behind him.

"One pound?" The man suddenly perked up. He came closer impatiently and confirmed again, "Is it really just one pound? For a whole night?!"

"Of course, but you have to find a good place. It's too cold here." The woman said pitifully, and her shivering did not look like she was pretending at all.

The man looked around quickly and finally locked onto a large hotel nearby.

"How about we go there? The store will also provide free fruit wine..."

"You are really stylish. I'll listen to you." The woman put her arm around the other's, and then the two of them walked into the hotel hand in hand like a couple in love.

When picking up the key, the gentleman gave twenty pence more and it was not registered.

When the door closed, the man rushed forward impatiently to taste those hot lips, but was pressed back by the slender fingers.

"I'm going to take a shower first, you can get excited." The woman tickled the other's palm, walked into the bathroom with a sweet smile, and locked the door. The sound of water coming from inside made the man excited and began to take off his clothes, even dancing on the spot.

At this time, Jima had pushed open the small window of the bathroom and stood on it sideways.

The second floor was a little high. Jima kicked off her high heels, looked at the roof in the distance with bare feet, and jumped down with gritted teeth! ——
In a secluded manor in Nottinghamshire, two British officials put down their cups, while the French girl opposite them was still carefully checking the documents in front of her.

"Ms. Christine, there is no need to be so cautious. Mr. de Gaulle's handwritten letter can prove my identity."

"Please understand. This is a big deal after all." Christine smiled and raised her teacup. "I was originally planning to hand over the list of all the hidden agents when I officially step down next year. I must be cautious in moving the time forward so early."

"I'm going to check the notes of the letter. I'll excuse myself for now. Please go ahead." Christine smiled slightly, stood up and walked out the door, leaving a bright back view for the two people.

Looking at the figure swaying like a silver fragrance flower, an official swallowed his saliva and said, "Steven, you said she is 45 years old?! But I think she is only in her 20s."

Another also lowered his voice, "Keep your voice down. That woman is no less powerful than the boss. Although she is now semi-retired, no one can tell what power she has left in her hands."

Then he said in a somewhat strange tone, "I saw her in 1943. Although she was very beautiful then, she was far from being as beautiful as she is now. Can people get younger as they grow older?"

The partner was about to reply when the door opened again and Christine walked in holding a thick manuscript.

"The letter is fine. This is the secret information that needs to be handed over. I will..."

Jingle Bell! ! ! !

The phone hanging on the wall suddenly rang. Ms. Christine first looked puzzled, then picked up the phone.

"Hello... Yes, I know you. Hmm? He told you the contact information here... Well, go ahead, I'm listening..."

In just a dozen seconds, the expression on the French girl's face, which was originally as gentle as spring, suddenly became fierce, and then immediately returned to normal.

After hanging up the phone, Christine came over with a smile, silently put away the documents on the desk, and changed her tone to an official and polite one.
"You two, the information is not yet complete. Please choose another day for the handover..."

Half an hour later, the two British officials left the estate for unknown reasons.

From the hostess's room came a sound like that from purgatory.
"Marshall, Sinclair, Truman..."

"If anything happens to He, I want you to be buried with me!!!"

In January 1946, four months after Japan surrendered, Christine Schinnier, former first assistant to Charles de Gaulle, suddenly disappeared from her estate.

A week later, several mainstream newspapers in Europe published a list stating that in just six months, Britain and the United States had sent more than four hundred professional agents to various parts of Europe.

When the news came out, countries were shocked, and small countries led by the Netherlands and Belgium accused this "hegemonic behavior in the new era."

Although the foreign ministries of both countries vigorously denied it, they were still embarrassed and had to temporarily relax the activities of their intelligence agencies in Europe.

At almost the same time, intelligence personnel fled from seven European countries, and more than 7 people disappeared, some of whom were said to have been recognized near Suez in North Africa.

In the same year, the construction of the first generation of nuclear submarines developed by the UK began at the Portsmouth Shipyard, and in a small warehouse in the factory, several pairs of red compound eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)