My own war game

Chapter 379 Christine's Old Profession

A photo was pressed on the table. Iikuni Kojiro gently pushed it over with his hand. There was a guy with deep eyes staring at the camera on the photo.

"Do you know the new celebrity over there in the United States?"

Aoki Kenpei looked at the photo for a while and then shook his head. "There are so many people working for the Americans. I can't possibly know every one of them."

"Mr. Aoki, I remember that you were very careful when you were on Guadalcanal. Even that gentleman appreciated your caution. But it seems that the warm spring breeze in Tokyo in recent years has lowered your vigilance." As he said that, Kojiro threw the other photos in his hand over.

"Look, this guy is not the guy who waits in front of the Navy Club to pimp for the Americans. If we are not careful, he may cost our lives."

"What?" Minister Aoki picked up the photo again and looked at it again. Then his expression became serious.
"Shiro Ishii, so it's this guy. I remember that he once proposed to drop plague bombs directly on the Soviet Union, but was rejected by the Army Ministry. Is he still alive now?"

"Not only is he alive, he's also on MacArthur's train." Iikuni Kojiro flipped the grilled chicken skewers in his hand. "In 49, he bribed the U.S. Navy with the germ research data in his hand, and he escaped the Tokyo Trial."

"I joined the Fort Detrick biological laboratory two years ago. I didn't take it seriously at first, until the Korean War this year, when the Americans were hit hard."

Then Iikuni Kojiro took out an English transcript and said, "I have an informant in the White House. He heard part of Marshall's conversation with Truman before he went abroad. If the war continues to develop at this rate, Truman will replace him. His successor will most likely be Matthew Ridgway."

Aoki was shocked, not only because of the shocking news, but also because the other party's intelligence capabilities could even infiltrate the White House.

Kojiro continued

"Mark Arthur has escaped disgracefully once in his life. He absolutely cannot accept the humiliation of being dismissed at the last minute, so he is looking for a way to turn the tables."

"The use of atomic bombs would have a huge impact, and the Soviet Union's reaction is difficult to predict. There will even be different voices within NATO, so our General Doug thought of Shiro Ishii."

"Now that he has arrived in Tokyo, he will soon go to North Korea with Mark Arthur to conduct a field investigation on the use of biological weapons. Do you know what that would mean if he were to become famous in that region?" asked Iikuni Kojiro in a gloomy tone.

Aoki nodded and uttered a few words through his teeth, "It means that the guys from the old military government are coming back to attack us again."

If there is anything in common between the two people who were born as traitors, it is definitely that they tried their best to kill the soldiers of the old militarism. Whether it is to cover up past history or to ensure their own selfish interests, they are absolutely determined to kill the old militarism.

Then Aoki Kenpei's eyes became fierce. "Tell me, what are you going to do? Kidnapping? Or assassination? I have a few good fighters from the shogunate here."

"No, no, no. Using force directly in Japan is equivalent to provoking the U.S. military and MacArthur. We should try to avoid this." Iikuni Kojiro waved his hand. "It would be best to kill him by other means."

"Other ways? I don't understand what you mean?" Aoki Kenpei looked puzzled.

"Because of biological experiments, Shiro Ishii killed thousands of people, and countless indirect deaths. Asians accounted for the vast majority of them, but there were also some white victims. If the self-righteous American people knew that their country sheltered such a guy..."

"You know what? Tongue and pen can also kill people at certain times, as long as your people cooperate with me." The former owner of Fanguo tightened his kimono and looked out the window.

The snow outside is getting heavier.
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The Washington Post, Office of the Editor.

John Charles drank the coffee in the cup, typed the last character on the typewriter, and then looked at it with satisfaction. As a legendary journalist who had participated in the Philippine Escape, his career after the war was smooth sailing. Not only did his books sell well, but he also jumped directly from a second-rate newspaper to the first-tier Washington Post as a section editor.

With a spacious office, generous salary, social recognition and appreciation from his superiors, he is very satisfied with his current job.

If there is anything that must be improved, it is only...

Boom! The door of the office was pushed open, and his subordinate, 26-year-old Ms. April, rushed in.

"Mr. Editor-in-Chief, I got big news!" A girl with short brown hair ran in brightly, waving an envelope in her hand.

"Ms. April Monica, I remember that you should be on paid leave now." Charles crossed his arms and looked at his female subordinate helplessly.

"Yes, Mr. Editor-in-Chief, but I've had enough rest." The woman sat down opposite the desk without any self-consciousness.

"Ma'am, do you really need me to explain? The news that you grabbed the President's sleeve and refused to leave the White House last time has spread throughout the press. If your father was not a director of the newspaper, the result would definitely not be as simple as stopping the interview!" John Charles, who had lost his patience with the other party and refused to budge, simply told the truth.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't care at all. "I know, so I applied to go abroad for interviews this time. An enthusiastic insider provided clues to the shady dealings within the military."

"Another shady deal? Miss, can't you try something else? Our newspaper has to clear out a sack of this kind of groundless information every week. There are even reports that the military is hiding aliens. Do you believe every piece of news?" Charles persuaded helplessly.

"This time it's different, they provided accurate details and photos."

"Every liar will try to make their lies sound as true as possible." The editor-in-chief remained unmoved, hoping that the difficult girl would give up.

"That's great! Since the newspaper doesn't support me, I'll go by myself!" April took off her work badge, gathered her hair, turned around and walked out the door.

"Ms. April, I must remind you that out-of-pocket expenses are a large sum of money, and your father may not be willing to pay for you."

"No need to bother, the news informant is willing to cover the cost for me." After saying that, the American girl left the office, leaving only the sound of high heels in the corridor.
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Meanwhile, the Minerva

"Ms. Christine, He just delivered a message back." Jima was reporting with a telegram in her hand.

"Let me guess, the content definitely has nothing to do with coming back for Christmas." Christine said without turning her head.

"Uh, that's right." Jima thought for a moment and then read on, "He wants us to send someone disguised as a reporter to meet him in Seoul. Who do you think is suitable?"

brush~
The French girl turned around and snatched the telegram away. Christine quickly glanced at it and ordered, "Jima, help me dress up again and prepare my luggage."

"Really? This guy has actually learned to be subtle. If he wants me to just say it directly, wouldn't it be better?" When no one was around, Christine muttered quietly while putting her hair up.

(End of this chapter)