My own war game

Chapter 346 Treasure Island

The entire field of vision was bright red, the light and shadow in front of the eyes seemed to be cut, and even the companion who opened the door appeared to be the color of red wine.

"Hey, how long are you going to watch? You've been like this for the third day." Jima stood opposite Margaret with her hands on her hips.

"It will be handed over in a few days, so I have to take a closer look at it. What's the big deal?" Margaret said without taking her eyes off the red diamond.

"Are you willing to hand it over? Didn't you say it's a gift for you and you can do with it as you please?" Jima was also shocked when she heard the little princess' words. If she were in her shoes, she would not be willing to hand over such a beautiful red diamond.

"I lost a whole bag of diamonds, so I have to take responsibility. The woman said this one is almost as valuable as the whole bag." Margaret put the red diamond back into the box. Although there was some reluctance on her face, her attitude was very firm.

Jima looked at the other person and didn't say anything for a full minute.

"What's wrong? Is there something dirty on my face?" Margaret felt uncomfortable being stared at.

Jima slowly stretched out her hand, and under the little princess's puzzled gaze, she held her fair cheek with two fingers, and then...

Pull~~~
"It hurts! What are you doing?!" Margaret slapped the other person's hand away and glared at him.

"It hurts and it makes you angry. It looks real." Jima let go of her hand. "I almost thought you were pretending to be He. Take responsibility. This is not something you could say in the past."

Gemma used to be a field agent for MI6, and Margaret's behavior was well-known throughout the MI.

Spoiled, arrogant, childish, and always causing trouble for everyone, these are almost the inherent labels attached to the second princess in the past decade.

But after this trip to South Africa, Margaret has obviously changed a lot. The 19-year-old girl began to seriously consider her responsibilities, and her personality also underwent subtle changes.

If someone had pulled her cheek like this before, the little princess would have been furious, but this time the girl just complained a few words and let it go.

"You're not here just to pinch my face, are you? What's the matter?" Margaret asked while rubbing her face.

"Minerva will surface soon and will have about an hour to breathe. Do you want to go out of the cabin and take a look? I remind you that you will probably remain submerged for a long time." Jima kindly reminded.
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In the Atlantic Ocean west of Africa, the sea water was parted again, and the Minerva appeared on the surface of the sea.

As a 10,000-ton submarine, its top space is very wide. Even with all the more than 80 crew members of the "Red Mercury" on board, it still seems very empty.

An hour is not a long time, but these former agents and intelligence officers relaxed in a fancy way. They brought not only soda and grill pans, but also fishing rods and sun loungers.

However, what attracted the most attention was not the fishermen, but the women gathered on the other side.

The gender ratio on the Minerva was extremely unbalanced. Apart from the three people who had a close relationship with He Chi, there were only two medical staff and a communications controller.

Due to work reasons, the six women rarely appear at the same time, let alone put on swimsuits for a sunbathing show.

The wind was gentle today, and the waves hitting the boat made a rhythmic sound. One side of the boat was covered with men's fishing rods, and women in one-piece swimsuits were applying sunscreen to each other. The smell of barbecue wafted in, and the air was filled with a sense of comfort.

Margaret turned over comfortably and exposed her bare belly. She was still wearing the bikini this time. "Wow~ It's so comfortable. It's so stuffy staying in the cabin all the time. By the way, why can't we go out of the cabin later?"

"Because we're almost home," Kristen explained as she sat next to her with a soda straw in her mouth.

"Home?" Margaret's eyes were full of confusion.

"Of course, you don't think that owning a nuclear submarine means you can float in the sea forever." Jima also came over. Her swimsuit was the most conservative among women - only a part of her calves was exposed.

"Minerva also has a home where we can perform simple periodic maintenance. We have to go back every once in a while," said Jima.

"Home? Where is it? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Of course you haven't heard of it, because there are no more than five people on the entire ship who know the location." Jima shrugged and continued, "We are all on the government's wanted list. We may be caught one day and have a reward. Therefore, the core secrets are only known by a few people. Is this the case with He and Miss Christine?"

"Huh? Them too?" Margaret showed a surprised look. As far as she knew, these two were the founders of this organization. She didn't expect that they would not even share the core secrets completely.

"This is inevitable. After all, under the influence of the truth serum, no one can guarantee absolute confidentiality. This is not something that can be solved by willpower alone." Jima glanced at his companions and said sadly, "Do you know? In fact, 70% of the members of the Minerva have been captured before."

"Is this true?" This was the first time Margaret had heard of such a situation.

"Of course," Jima said sarcastically, "Although the major powers such as the United States, Britain and the Soviet Union compete with each other, their treatment of intelligence personnel is surprisingly consistent."

"As long as someone has been captured, he will not be trusted. Most of the time, information will be isolated and there will be endless screening and questioning. This is still good luck. Once the people above think that you may be some kind of hidden danger..." When he said this, Jima recalled something and the expression on his face became not so good.

"So you shouldn't get too close to other people. Almost everyone here has a story of being abandoned and betrayed, including me." Jima said as she pulled open the corner of her swimsuit. There was a long scar that snaked up her waist like a snake.

Margaret was silent for a moment.

In the following days, the Minerva entered a submerged state and maintained radio silence throughout the entire process. No one in the cabin could know their exact location, and they had no idea of ​​the direction or speed of the ship.

All people knew was that they were heading to somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean, which was home, but they didn't know where home was.

On the vast sea separating Africa and South America, there is a small island less than one square kilometer hanging alone on the sea. Because most of the sea water will cover the island surface during high tide, there are almost no animals or plants growing on it.

On the side of the island slightly above the water, a hidden door suddenly opened, revealing an independent space made of cement inside. On the top was a small crane with a gorgeous and revealing beauty painted on it, and playful English words were sprayed on the side of the beauty with paint.

"Welcome to Treasure Island"

(End of this chapter)