My own war game

Chapter 333 Mouse Network

"Don't move!" Jima shouted and took out the pistol from his waist, and He Chi also pounced on him!

Unexpectedly, the old man who looked thin before reacted so quickly. He shrank back and the Oriental man only pulled off his coat.

Then he picked up an uncapped glass bottle and threw it at the two men, causing pepper to fly all over the place.

The irritating powder interfered with Jima's vision, and the guy turned around and ran out of the store.

A white revolver appeared in his hand. He Chi hesitated for a moment and finally aimed at the target's leg.

Just a second before the Oriental man opened fire, someone unexpectedly intervened.

The antique vase was thrown out by Margaret and rolled to the other person's feet. The man who was fleeing in panic accidentally stepped on it, and then a small traffic accident occurred at the gate.

bump! ! !
dong dong dong! !

The entrance of the restaurant was in a mess, with several stools stacked together, the owner of the restaurant lying face up on the ground, and broken porcelain pieces scattered around him.

"Well done, Margaret." He Chi gave the girl behind him a thumbs up, then pointed his gun at the person on the ground. "What should I call you? A restaurant owner who is not good at running a business, an antique collector, or the core contact person of the Rat Line?"

"Can you help me clear this up? Mr. Alfred Sprinz, former German intelligence officer."

His identity was exposed and his weapons were seized, but the old man did not panic. He stood up, straightened his clothes, then took out a silver lighter and lit a cigarette for himself.

"It's been three years. It's only a matter of time. I expected this day to come." The guy named Splintz exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at the people in front of him. "Whose side are you from? Americans? Soviets? British? You can't be Japanese, right?"

"Neither. We got the clue from France." He Chi pressed the gun in his hand down.

"French Intelligence Department? Impossible! When that woman was here, they might have had some capabilities, but now they are probably only fit to catch thieves every day." The old man opposite had a look of disbelief on his face.

"I agree with you, so we can only be considered as a cooperative relationship. Paris has offered a high reward for you." He Chi shrugged without any intention of hiding anything.

When the other party heard about the employment relationship, his eyes lit up and he said, "What if I am willing to pay more? Can you let me go?"

"Sorry, from that moment on, everything in this room has become our spoils." He Chi refused without even thinking.

"So what do you want?!"

"We'll borrow your house for a while. If you can cooperate, we'll consider giving you lenient treatment." He Chi looked at Jima standing aside and said, "Find a rope to tie him up, take him to the basement, and remember to gag him."

After the boss was taken away, Margaret rushed up excitedly and said, "How did I do? Was the guy just now the villain? And what is going on?"

Looking at the excited girl in front of him, He Chi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

It's really in Margaret's style to take action without knowing what's going on.

Also, shouldn’t the term “big villain” only appear in third-rate novels?

However, for the sake of the next work, He Chi had to explain to Margaret: "This man belongs to ratline"

"Ratline? What is this?" the girl looked confused.

"Ratline, also known as the rat line or rat network, is a relatively loose organization. Its main business is to assist German dignitaries and scientists in World War II to forge passports, hide their tracks and flee to different countries." He Chi took out a photo from his pocket, which showed the boss in military uniform.

"Helping the Germans escape? Why?" "There are many reasons." He Chi cleared his throat and felt like a teacher answering students' questions in class:

"For example, Egypt has received many German military personnel in order to train its own troops."

"Also, some governments would use them against their rivals, primarily the Soviet Union."

"Also, these people often carry important artworks and jewelry, such as..."

The Oriental man paused here, walked to the fireplace in the house, took out a dagger and pried open a few loose bricks. From the gap, an oil painting wrapped in layers was pulled out.

After removing the oil paper from the packaging, the expression on Margaret's face began to change slowly. She covered her mouth in surprise: "Oh my God! Van Gogh's work "Daffodils"! This is a masterpiece on par with "Sunflowers". It has been missing for several years and was found in the interlayer of a broken chimney!"

"Yes, this is also our goal. The Charles de Gaulle government previously asked us to recover the artworks lost during World War II and pay us by the piece."

“You make money from this?”

"Look at what you said. You don't think it's cheap to own a submarine, even if it's nuclear-powered." He Chi said as he repacked the things in his hands and put them away.

Margaret rolled her eyes and showed a look of realization on her face, "So you guys have been eyeing this place for a long time. You didn't come ashore to go shopping at all!"

He Chi smiled slightly and said, "I guess so. I was planning to confirm whether the information was accurate, but I didn't expect you to come in by accident."

"Then let's go back?"

"Go back? It's not time yet, or rather..."

He Chi put a chef's hat on his head and said, "The following is the highlight."

Three days later, two white men with slightly nervous expressions walked into the store. The leader came up to the counter and whispered, "I want a glass of tequila with a little olive oil in it."

The half-asleep boss looked up and glanced at the other person: "We are running low on olive oil. Do you want Spanish or Italian olive oil?"

"No, I want the Egyptian one."

At this point, the boss nodded, turned around and took out two certificates and put them on the table. "I will prepare some food for you later. We will set off in the evening. There will be a ship to take you to Australia, and then to South America."

The man reached for the ID, but the other man snatched it back.

"But before that, you have to tell me what you did in Germany before."

"Why? This is against the rules!" The man showed a vigilant look on his face.

"This is my rule," the boss said firmly, and then explained, "It's just to avoid unnecessary trouble, so that there won't be any problems that can't be explained clearly in the future."

Seeing the other party's firm attitude, the desperate man sighed, picked up the pen on the table and wrote a paragraph, and then explained, "We are just technicians..."

That night, the two men carried their luggage and staggered to the beach, where they found a huge figure docked on the sea.

The leader looked at his companions and asked uncertainly:
"Is the hidden power here so strong? Even submarines can be obtained."

(End of this chapter)