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Chapter 1293: Lord Tuwang
In October 1941, autumn was deepening in Liverpool. The streets were covered with colorful fallen leaves, with yellow, orange and red intertwined together, adding a touch of warm color to this port city in northwest England.

Despite the shadow of war, the port of Liverpool was still busy, with ships shuttling back and forth at the docks, factory chimneys emitting wisps of smoke, and the pungent smell of coal smoke mixed in the humid air.

Gucci, dressed in Indian clothes, walked out of the hotel, looked up at the gray sky, and then looked at the street corner in the distance. The old Victorian building looked particularly majestic under the dim street lights.

Next to the street lamp, two white men who were smoking saw Gucci and immediately turned their heads to the other side, behaving quite stealthily.

Gu Qi glanced at the two men, and then Song Minghao and Gui Youguang, who were also disguised as Indians, surrounded him and got into a luxury car. The car started and drove past the two men quickly, splashing several puddles of mud and water.

"Hey! Watch out, you reckless guy!"

One of the shorter white men took two steps back to avoid the splashes, raised his fist and cursed in the direction of the car, his face full of anger.

This man's companion was very calm. He glanced around, took out a pen and paper from his inner pocket, and lowered his head to write something down carefully.

After a while, the short man wiped the mud on his pants with his hand and said angrily: "Damn Indian natives, the empire should send them all to France and let the Germans teach them manners and manners."

"Aha, that's a good suggestion, but it's a pity that Downing Street (the British Prime Minister's official residence) will not agree. The empire needs support now." The companion stopped recording and replied with a smile.

The short man became even more angry when he heard this, his face flushed: "I joined MI5 for the Queen and the British Empire, not to monitor this guy from Manny Manny"

As if he had forgotten where the target came from, the short man stuttered twice. His companion put the paper and pen back in his pocket and continued speaking.

"Manipur, our target is from Manipur. It is said that the local king is a very rich guy. Downing Street hopes that the king can buy more machinery from the empire or transport more food.

You know, the empire is short of food, war funds, and all the materials that can keep the war going, so as long as it can be proved that the target is not a spy, the officials of the Ministry of Food will come forward. "

Due to the threat of war, Britain's food imports were drastically reduced, and the supply of staple foods such as wheat, meat and dairy products was seriously insufficient, and rationing was initiated.

Perhaps he could not accept the decline of the British Empire, or he could not accept being bullied by his former colonies. After hearing his companion's answer, the short man became increasingly dissatisfied and spat on the ground viciously.

"The Empire is too merciful. The target looks like an East Asian. He may be a Japanese ally of the Germans. As long as this guy is sent to the interrogation room, the Empire can get everything it wants."

The companion rolled his eyes and explained helplessly: "Didn't you read the mission briefing? The indigenous people of Manipur are the Kuki tribe. The Kuki people look very similar to the Republic of China and the Japanese. The Ministry of the Interior and Customs did not find any problems with the documents of the target and his entourage."

The short man took out a metal bottle and took a sip of wine. He said nonchalantly, "You and I are different. You are a young man who graduated from Cambridge, and I am a poor boy from Birmingham. Of course, you are responsible for the mission briefing."

The conversation ended there, and two days later MI5 lifted the surveillance. Several officials from the Ministry of Food then paid a visit to the local king of Manipur, and the two sides had a very pleasant conversation.

The local king, speaking with a thick Indian accent, promised that he would deliver a batch of grain to the British mainland as soon as possible and sell it to the British government at a low price to support the just war of the British Empire.

The officials of the Ministry of Food were very satisfied with the other party's statement. After confirming the delivery time, they said goodbye and left. The arrogant British did not even sign the contract because they did not think that a colonial tycoon had the courage to deceive the British Empire.

Gu Qi watched the car from the food department drive away, turned around and winked at Gui Youguang and Song Minghao, and the two immediately checked the house for any monitoring devices, even the inside of the electrical appliances.

After ensuring that the room was safe, Gucci and his two companions walked to the balcony facing the street and, using the sound of passing car engines as cover, whispered about the mission.

After investigation, it was found that Glaxo's pharmaceutical factory was located in Crosby, ten kilometers north of Liverpool. Like the Zuo family's pharmaceutical factory in Australia, it was extremely heavily guarded, and there was also a British Army unit stationed two kilometers away.

Once a problem occurs at the pharmaceutical factory, it only takes five minutes for fully armed soldiers to arrive at the scene. Faced with professional soldiers equipped with tanks and heavy firepower, intelligence personnel are simply unable to resist.

Gucci frowned and thought of many plans in his mind but gave them up immediately. The British were not fools and they knew the importance of penicillin so it was impossible for them not to be prepared.

Seeing that he was so upset, Gui Youguang touched the Pai (turban) on his head and suggested a simple and crude method. They could find a truck full of explosives and rush directly into the factory to detonate it.

As for the driver, they found a terminally ill patient. The Military Control Commission had plenty of ways to control him. After the bombing, the operatives would retreat immediately. If they failed, they would find another way.

Gucci thought about it and realized that in order to complete the task in a short period of time, he could only charge in. Careful planning as in the past would not only waste time but also make it easy to be exposed.

Although MI5 lifted the surveillance, the longer the delay, the greater the possibility of something going wrong. After all, the identity of this local king could not withstand scrutiny. Gu Qi decisively decided to do as Gui Youguang said, the only difference was to adjust the explosion to late at night when there were fewer people. Zuo Zhong's order was to blow up the pharmaceutical factory, not to cause a large number of casualties, and not to completely break off relations with the British.

Fortunately, Glaxo had not yet fully mastered the technology for large-scale production of penicillin, and the workers only worked during the day. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to blow up the factory without killing anyone, and bullets and bombs have no eyes.

Determining the action plan is just the beginning. There is still a lot of work to be done, such as investigating the pharmaceutical factory's building data, and then calculating how much explosives are needed and the detonation location based on this data. Any mistake in any place will lead to the failure of the operation.

Too much explosives will affect surrounding houses or innocent people, while too little will affect the power of the explosion. The operators must find a perfect detonation point, which is a great test of experience and blasting skills.

In addition, the collection and transportation of explosives is also a problem.

This time when they came to the UK, Gucci and others did not bring any weapons, so the above plan must rely on the power of the Military Control Commission's UK station.

The British station has been rooted in England for several years. It is not difficult to raise enough explosives, but the difficulty lies in how to transport them from the warehouse to Liverpool.

After the war broke out, German spies lurking in Britain were extremely rampant, destroying factories and spreading rumors many times. Scotland Yard and MI5 set up checkpoints at highway and railway hubs in various places. Such a large amount of explosives could not be carried to Liverpool in one's pocket.

Gu Qi assigned tasks to Gui Youguang and Song Minghao respectively. The specific tasks were decided by the two of them, and he only gave orders.

The next morning, after thinking all night, Gui Youguang went to Liverpool City Hall and successfully entered the building permit office on the pretext that His Majesty the King was planning to purchase a factory locally.

The staff warmly welcomed the local king's confidant, who wore huge ruby ​​rings on all ten fingers, and took him to the archives room.

"Sir, here is the information of all the industrial buildings in Liverpool. You can choose whatever you like." The pot-bellied staff member introduced respectfully.

Gui Youguang nodded reservedly and handed over a few white pounds to indicate that he wanted to be alone. The staff member took the money skillfully and turned to leave. It was obviously not the first time he had encountered such a thing.

He caught a glimpse of the door being closed, and Gui Youguang took two steps at a time to the filing cabinet, looking for the pharmaceutical factory building drawings according to the first letter of the street.

He quickly flipped through the documents, his eyes occasionally scanning the door, until he found the information he wanted, then he suddenly stopped flipping through the documents.

Gui Youguang didn't expect things to go so smoothly. This was wartime, and the British actually placed the blueprints of an important factory in a government agency and allowed people to browse them at will. It was really incredible.

While lamenting the British's carelessness, Gui Youguang placed the pharmaceutical factory blueprint and several other blueprints on the drawing rack and turned on the portable desk lamp.

In order to avoid being exposed, he could not use spy cameras or other equipment that was not in line with his identity. He could only force himself to memorize the various numbers and professional symbols on the blueprint.

Time passed minute by minute. The staff of the City Hall looked at the clock on the wall and was about to get up to go to the archives room when Gui Youguang pushed the door open and walked out, shaking hands with the staff with a smile.

After walking out of the city hall, Gui Youguang stood on the steps and looked at the sky. The fake Indian mustache above his lips was slightly curled up, and he was in a very good mood.

That evening, a military logistics truck with a special pass passed through the checkpoint and drove into the suburbs of Liverpool.

In the darkness, Song Minghao breathed a sigh of relief. He squeezed the white pounds in his pocket and strode towards the truck with a few of his men.

Five days later, late at night.

Gucci put his hands in his pockets and walked quickly to the mailbox, took out a threatening letter and stuffed it in. The recipient's name on the envelope was written as the head of Glaxo.

Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. Glaxo must be made to know who bombed the pharmaceutical factory and why it was bombed.

A few blocks away, a pale-faced man drove a truck around the intersection, its headlights streaking across the road, illuminating the sidewalk and his wife and three children.

Gui Youguang strangled two of the boys by the neck with his arms, waved at them with a smile, and the rest of the man's family was also firmly controlled by the Military Control Commission agents.

The man looked painful. He gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator. The truck rushed to the pharmaceutical factory at the fastest speed. It was a very fair deal to exchange one person's life for the lives and food and clothing of his entire family.