My own war game

Chapter 116 Double Agent

Carefully removing the gauze from her ribs, the girl blew gently on the wound where granulation tissue was beginning to grow.

"Blow on it twice and it won't hurt." Hepburn patted the rolled gauze with her little hands. The smile on her face was like a sunflower in the morning dew, which made Garland, a thirty-year-old man who had never had sisters, feel his heart beat twice more.

"Sir, can you tell me another story like the one you told yesterday?" The girl stared at the German with sparkling eyes. Three days had passed and she had become completely familiar with him.

"Um, this..." The German lieutenant colonel who was invincible on the battlefield scratched his head and began to rack his brains to find the few stories in his head.

Boom! Boom! Boom, boom, boom!
Two long and three short knocks on the door, this is the "secret code" agreed upon by several people

The door opened and the Oriental man walked in with bags of food.

"Aida, open the curtains and let some air in." He Chi called to the girl.

The girl went over and opened the window obediently, and soon air with the smell of damp earth blew into the room.

"Aren't you afraid of planes?" Garland asked curiously. Normally, in order to avoid bombing, Londoners would close the windows and curtains and cover all reflective materials to prevent being seen by planes in the sky.

"There will be no air raid sirens sounding within an hour," the Oriental man said affirmatively.

"Why?" This aroused the German's curiosity.

"Give me your cigar cutter and I'll tell you," the Oriental said casually.

"Brother, how can this be? Mr. Garland is a guest..."

"He is not a guest, he just made a deal with us." He Chi said coldly.

Garland looked at the other man and handed over his cigar cutter.

He Chi took it and gently tapped the tail of the cigar cutter, making a crisp sound. The tail of the scissors was made of silver.

"I work for the government. The British invented a device called radar that can accurately track the movements of German planes crossing the Channel. I just received internal information that there will be no air defense alarm within an hour."

"What?! There is such a thing?!" Garland opened his eyes wide in surprise. He had heard that Britain was developing an aircraft detection technology before, but he didn't expect that it has been put into actual combat now. (In fact, Japan had a similar technology patent in 1925, but it was hidden by the Ministry of the Navy.)
"Can you tell me in detail?" Garland looked at the Oriental man with a formal expression.

"The pocket watch you had before was nice." The Oriental man looked up at the other person.

Pah! Garland slammed his pocket watch onto the table without hesitation.

"Come here." The Oriental man took out a sketch pen from his arms, spread out a piece of white paper and wrote and drew on it. Soon a sketch appeared on the paper. It was a strange grid-shaped device.

"It's probably this kind of equipment. I've only seen it once. I don't know about the others." He Chi said.

"How can you draw so clearly?" The German looked at him suspiciously.

The Oriental man smiled and opened the window. "Do you see the car parked on the street?"

Then He Chi started to move the pen in his hand, and soon a completely realistic car sketch appeared on the paper.

"I will never forget something once I have seen it." The Oriental man said with a slightly complacent tone.

"You have this ability?" The German's eyes were full of surprise.

"So what?" The Oriental man put away his pen and the pocket watch on the table, with a look of disgust on his face. "You still have to take a five-pound salary every month and do a rubbish job that anyone can do."

During dinner, Garland was preoccupied. He knew very well what this equipment meant to the German Air Force. The British Air Force would be able to easily deal with the German aircraft fleet across the Channel, and the ground-based anti-aircraft firepower could also be deployed calmly.

Imagine that when the Stuka attack planes just flew over the channel and were about to dive, the shore was full of anti-aircraft guns to greet them... This was an invention that could change the situation of the war.

After dinner he called the Oriental aside.

"I want to do a business with you!" Garland said in an unprecedented serious tone.

"Tell me about it." The Oriental man's expression showed no surprise at all.

"Help me gather as much information as possible about the British radar!"

He Chi raised his head and glanced at the other person. "You want me to be a spy?"

"Don't you dare?"

"The British and Germans are the same to me, but spying is a very dangerous job. I have to see the reward before deciding." The Oriental man still had that profit-seeking face.

Garland's expression changed, and he finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind, "One radar station location is 1000 pounds. As long as you can find it, I swear on my honor that someone will fulfill this promise even if I die."

"I'm not one of your believers, and I don't believe in oaths." He Chi turned around and prepared to leave.

"I'll give you the medal, and the previous rewards will still be valid." Garland added the final chip.

The Oriental man turned back again, smiled and held out his hand, "Deal!"

The next day, the Oriental man brought back a pile of newspapers and non-confidential documents and began to get busy in the room.

"Will the radar station be located on this?" the German asked, looking at the texts all over the room.

"What do you think I do in the government? Assistant to the Prime Minister? Can I just go to the MI6 office and take out the radar station layout map?" He Chi retorted to the other party in annoyance.

"So what are you doing?"

"Analysis. Intelligence can be analyzed from clues in ordinary daily information, as long as the amount of information is large enough." The Oriental man then began to cut out newspapers and stick them on the wall.

For two whole days, the Orientals were busy in the house except for eating.

"As long as the pay is adequate, I have no problem with working overtime." These are the original words of the Orientals.

The next night, He Chi, with dark circles under his eyes, said to the German in a slightly excited tone, "There is some hope!"

What?! So fast!

The two men walked into the room, and He Chi took out a briefing, "The King commended the excellent performance of the Women's Communications Corps of England." The Oriental man pointed to a report on it and said, "According to the latest report, more than 70% of the Radar Corps' Communications Department are female soldiers."

"So what?" The German didn't quite understand.

"Take a look at this." He Chi handed over a form with the following information: "Standards for the distribution of food to local non-combat soldiers."

"The food standards for soldiers in non-combat units are almost the same, but female radar communications soldiers get an extra apple for lunch compared to people in other units. It is said that this was specially approved by the government after the king visited them."

"Therefore, we don't need to find out where these female soldiers are. It's easier to track the flow of apples." At this time, the Oriental man's eyes were shining.

Outside the house, when Menzies received the news from Hepburn, his first reaction was
"Go talk to the logistics department and cancel the apples for the female soldiers!"

(End of this chapter)