My own war game

Chapter 330 Minerva (Part )
On January 1949, 1, the British cruise ship Queen Mary was hijacked by armed forces in the Red Sea, and many wealthy and powerful people were in danger.

However, according to the report from the Sheffield destroyer, which arrived at the scene first, there was fierce gunfire and heavy weapons were used before they arrived.

A light cruiser occupied by Egyptian resistance forces was hit by a torpedo and sank directly.

The militants were severely injured by unknown persons, and the few people who remained on the ship were subsequently taken under control by the British military who boarded the ship.

Most of the passengers were not hurt, but a shocking news came back from the scene - Princess Margaret, who was traveling on the ship, was missing and suspected of being kidnapped. At the same time, MI999 received a major incident code - VIP missing
Sinclair was woken up by a phone call in the early morning and rushed to the Prime Minister's residence without stopping after hearing the news.

"I want to see the Prime Minister! Now!" Sinclair burst into the door.

"The Prime Minister has not rested and is waiting for you inside. Please follow me." The staff member on the side led the way in front, took two steps and suddenly stopped.

He considered it for a moment, then leaned over to the intelligence minister's ear and whispered, "Sir, buttons, your buttons."

Only then did Sinclair realize that the buttons on his clothes were all in the wrong place.

After tidying up his clothes, the Minister of Intelligence pushed open the Prime Minister's door, and almost at the same time a paper tube-like object hit his head.

Snapped! !

It went off course, and a roll of grey object hit the wall and slid down again. The Minister took a look and found it was a copy of the Times.

"How many times has this happened? The newspapers know the news faster than I, the Prime Minister! Mr. Sinclair, can you give me a reasonable explanation?" Prime Minister Clement Attlee, who had been waiting in the room, roared loudly.

"First of all, sir, I can explain that there was a professional reporter on the Queen Mary, and it was he who reported the news..."

Snapped! ! !
Another newspaper was thrown at him, and the Prime Minister had good aim, hitting Sinclair directly in the chest.

"I don't care about those damn journalists. What I want is to control the influence and public opinion!" The Prime Minister said angrily. "The government's face was rubbed on the floor in the last Dreadnought incident. Churchill was planning to use this opportunity to make a comeback, but you just caused this kind of chaos."

Sinclair took a hard hit, then walked closer and said, "But there is good news. If it was really that guy who did it, Princess Margaret's safety is at least not a problem."

"Do you really think so?" Attlee looked at the guy in front of him.

"Four years ago, you and Marshall almost killed him. How can you guarantee that he won't take his anger out on others now?"

"Sir, I want to make it clear that I didn't intend to kill him four years ago..."

"It makes no difference. You sent the people to Kokura because you were ostracizing him. From his point of view, we are the Americans' accomplices, or at least their accomplices. Otherwise, he would not have chosen to steal the entire submarine as a way of revenge."

The Prime Minister waved his hand irritably. "It has already happened. We must at least find a way to resolve it. The newspapers have been reprinted, but we cannot hide it from His Majesty for too long. We must resolve it quickly."

"Well..." Sinclair hesitated for a moment. "I think we should at least make contact first. They have left an open line in France specifically for transmitting information. Perhaps we can ask for their conditions through this channel."

"Okay, but hurry up." The Prime Minister sighed, "I hope Your Highness doesn't suffer too much..."

Thousands of miles away
Aa ...

"The cheese is not very authentic. It seems to be made in a small workshop. It is not heated fully and the core is still cold. The small nuts inside should be stale from last year. In short, it is not tasty at all."

"Stop it!" Jima, who was wearing a uniform, stood up angrily with her hands on her hips. "We are underwater now. I finally found a hot meal for you!"

Margaret just glanced at the other person without any reaction, and put the pancake into her mouth again.

"Don't think you can do whatever you want just because I'm protecting you. You're a prisoner now! I haven't searched you yet!" Jima frowned and threatened the other party.

"Please." Margaret opened her coat nonchalantly, revealing her body in a bikini. "But do you think I can hide anything in this state?"

"you!!"

The iron door on the side opened with a creak, and Christine, wearing a commander's uniform, walked in. "Your Highness, although we are already familiar with each other, our positions are different now. Please restrain yourself. After all, I don't want to lock you up."

Christine stayed in London for six years and watched Margaret transform from a little girl into a young lady. Even the royal princess did not dare to be too rude to her.

"Ma'am, long time no see. You seem to have become much younger..." Margaret greeted with some surprise as she looked at the other person's fair skin. She almost didn't recognize the woman opposite her.

In fact, she was not the only one who was surprised. Many people on the ship also found that Christine seemed to be getting younger and younger.

This is not a compliment, but an objective thing that is happening. The current French female intelligence officer looks like she is only 24 or 5 years old at most. The people on our ship call her a miracle, while the enemies are beginning to spread words like "witch".

"Okay, come with me. Remember to follow closely. Not everyone here is willing to take care of you like He."

The two women moved forward in the submarine, one after the other.

Thanks to the technical optimization on the drawings, the overall design of the Minerva is much larger than the original one, with a total displacement of 1 tons, three times that of the historical HMS Dreadnought. Therefore, the space inside the submarine is much more spacious, and other people passing by saluted, and Christine responded one by one.

But the expressions of others when they looked at Margaret varied, and some even showed obvious hostility.

"They are all British outside agents. Many of them have sent out key intelligence, but they did not receive due recognition after the war. Some were even regarded as traitors." Christine explained in front, and when she walked through a door, the door opened automatically.

"How did you do that?" Margaret asked in surprise.

"Don't you know? Actually, I'm not particularly sure. After all, we've only been in charge for less than half a year. But He told us not to worry. It's just a technical measure." Christine shrugged and opened the door of the command room.

"Come in, and let us see how we can get you back to England."

Margaret was stunned, and then said something unexpected, "Can I stay here for two more days? It's really boring to go back."

"Please, please!"

(End of this chapter)