My own war game

Chapter 428 Tracking
The door was opened, and a somewhat horrifying scene came into view.

There were strange supports made of wood and hemp ropes, some iron products stained with blood, strange structures built with bones of different animals, and an animal skull that looked like a sheep or a deer, with its empty eye sockets facing the people coming in.

The room is filled with various religious items.

"He, I don't feel well. This place is like a medieval execution ground for hunting witches." Hepburn hid behind He Chi anxiously.

"The KKK is a semi-nationalist and semi-mystical organization, otherwise they wouldn't wear such strange things." He Chi pointed at the white hat in his hand that looked like an executioner's attire.

"Look, there's something on the wall." Monroe on the side suddenly shouted.

There is a painting on the stone wall with paint. The painting is not delicate and you can just barely make out that there seem to be two parties fighting. There are some strange text symbols marked around it.

"What's written on it? It looks so weird." Monroe looked up and observed the words on it.

Garland followed behind and took a look and said, "It seems to be a Nordic language. It looks very similar to Danish, but it is also different."

"It's an ancient Viking language. It's about a chapter in Ragnarok, about the giant wolf Fenrir opening his huge mouth to swallow the world." He Chi's voice came from the side.

"You understand ancient Viking?" The German looked at the other party in surprise.

"As a professional agent, I have more or less dabbled in ancient languages." He Chi answered while groping on the table.

"Pretentious religion, these guys are actually thinking about the end of the world." The serious Germans sneered at this.

"I'm afraid things are not that simple." The Oriental man opened the combination lock and pulled out a diary from a secret compartment. There was a strange circular logo on the cover of the diary.

The diary is written in English, and its content is more like an account book than a record.

It records that the owner of the diary exchanged some technical information for a large amount of strategic resources and gold reserves from a certain country, and the number of transactions involved was very large.

"Is this true? This is unbelievable." Garland on the side chose to doubt it at the first moment.

"Why do you think so, Mr. Adolf?" Hepburn asked with her beautiful big eyes shining.

"Because the quantity is too staggering, I'm afraid that few countries can provide so much supplies at once. Well, maybe the Third Reich during its heyday could, the Soviet Union now could, and then there is..."

"It's America!" a female voice interrupted, and Monroe walked in front of the diary.

"It's the United States. I heard the Kennedy brothers discussing it in the White House. They wanted to trade precious metals and resources with an organization to obtain a large amount of advanced technology to suppress the Soviets." Monroe said with a slight breath.

"Ms. Monroe, do you know what these technologies are exactly?" He Chi asked from the side.

"I'm just an actor, I don't understand these things." Monroe whispered, "But Robert once showed off to me that he had a small recording pen, and he said he could record the sound without any tape equipment."

"A recorder that doesn't use tapes?" He Chi muttered to himself. From Monroe's description, it seemed that Kennedy Jr. took out a digital recorder.

But he was sure that digital voice recorders were not invented until the late 20th century. If Kennedy Jr. really had such a thing in his hands, it would definitely be abnormal.

What kind of organization can master technology that is not of this era? Even 30 years ahead of this era.

This is simply impossible... Wait, he knows of at least one organization that has this capability:

Red mercury!
Using Christian's sketch pen, he restored the drawings of about a dozen pieces of equipment, all of which were technologies from at least the 90s. As for the drone plan, he drafted a basic idea and threw it to the research team of Bohr and Hermann Oberth. It is said that a sample has been produced.

The modified version of the fighter designed in cooperation with Mikoyan is being secretly assembled in South Africa, and the performance of the finished product is expected to be no weaker than the later version of the F14 Tomcat.

Minerva is undergoing a large-scale transformation in Cape Town, installing a ballistic missile system and upgrading the electronic control system. According to the information he provided, the technicians are even considering things like semi-automatic driving.

There is a traitor inside Red Mercury who sold out the relevant technology?!

He Chi immediately denied this possibility. Apart from himself being a hands-off manager, Christine had enough control over the entire Red Mercury, and it was almost impossible to do something under her nose. In addition, he was very sure that although he brought some advanced gadgets, digital recording technology was definitely not among them.

"He! He! What's wrong with you?" Someone pulled his arm hard.

He Chi turned around and found that Hepburn was looking at him with some anxiety.

"No, nothing. I just remembered some little things." He Chi suppressed the doubts in his heart and did not tell the British girl in front of him. It was not because he did not trust her, but because he did not want to bring meaningless troubles to her.

When the diary was turned to the back, the records changed again. Most of the resources obtained from the United States were actually shipped to Cuba.

Cuba? Why is it Cuba?!
Would the Americans do something like this to aid the enemy?!

This doesn't seem logical.

With this doubt, He Chi put the diary away.

"Everyone, based on this situation, you may be involved in a serious incident. For your safety, please do not show up in society for the time being. I will make arrangements for everyone."

That night, at a seaside resort hotel in Los Angeles.

A group of two men and three women walked in, and one of the women seemed to be drunk.

He Chi walked to the front desk and whispered to the waiter, "Please open a room. We want to stay for a while."

"Sorry, sir, this is not a motel. We don't have any rooms that can accommodate five people at the same time." The front desk clerk responded with a straight face.

"We are from South Africa, introduced by an old customer." He Chi pushed a card over.

After receiving the card, the waiter's face instantly became formal.

"Sir, your card has expired." The waiter said softly.

"Really? I don't know. My wife helped me to handle it." He Chi also whispered the code.

"Sir, please follow me." The waiter pushed open the door of the front desk, led the way in front, crossed several intersections, and finally opened a hidden door.

Inside is a very spacious space with several bedrooms.

He Chi hurriedly settled a few people, returned to his room and picked up the phone on the table. "Find a way to let Kristen contact me as soon as possible."

After the phone was disconnected, it rang again about an hour later.

"He, what happened? Why is this disposable line suddenly activated?" Christine's worried voice came from inside.

"Time is tight. I'll explain later. Please help me check some information about Cuba first."

"Cuba? What do you want to know?"

"Do you know about the situation of the government over there?" He Chi asked the issue that concerned him most.

The phone was silent for a few seconds and then the French girl's voice came again

"He, the situation there is a bit complicated, and it is difficult for our intelligence personnel to infiltrate, but based on the information we have so far, I can give a rough summary, which is..."

“Cuba today is very similar to our South Africa.”

(End of this chapter)