My own war game

Chapter 55 Temporary Mission
"Did you stay here because of those poison gas bombs?" Christine asked He Chi, staring at him.

In the real world, Lola once said to Lisa: Women are always willing to beautify the people they like infinitely and automatically give some reasonable excuses for the other person's behavior.

This principle seemed to be applicable a hundred years ago.

After so many days of sharing life and death, Christine has developed a subtle affection for He Chi, but she has not fully realized it yet.

Women are emotional animals, journalism is a profession that requires emotion, and Christine is a female journalist.

She is really very emotional!
In her opinion, He Chi, who was willing to stay behind for the sake of the seriously injured, could only have one reason for choosing to stay again, which was that he might have set his sights on the German chemical weapons and wanted to persuade everyone to leave so that he could face them alone.

He Chi didn't expect that Christine would have such a perverse idea. He just couldn't leave because he had to complete the task given by the system.

But on second thought, this is a good thing to some extent. Christine has come up with a very good reason in her mind, so I should just go along with what he says.

"Yes, you guessed right. We can't let the Germans use that kind of thing again." He Chi changed his face and looked sacred when he spoke. His expression was the same as when he held the hand of the seriously injured soldier that day.

"But you don't have to go to this extent. We can go back together and tell the army to handle it." The blonde girl anxiously grabbed He Chi's hand.

"Sorry, I have my own responsibilities." He Chi stood up and the expression on his face became serious and earnest.

The best way to cover up a lie is to make up a bigger lie, so He Chi, who was forced into a corner, lied again.

"I belong to the British MI6. I am responsible for destroying the German chemical weapons. This is my own responsibility." Since he had to make up a story, he might as well make it big. He Chi directly put the blame on the British. No one could verify it anyway.

"No wonder..." Christine murmured, with a look of realization on her face.
"No wonder you are so familiar with the latest weapons made by the British. It turns out that you serve them."

It makes sense, it all makes sense. There is finally a reasonable explanation for the uniqueness of Christine He Chi.

He knows four languages, understands politics and philosophy, can perform surgery, is familiar with etiquette and cooking, has first-class marksmanship, can make strange weapons, and even has amazing leadership talents... Such elite talents are like diamonds thrown in the sand, and they will attract attention wherever they go, but He Chi is just an ordinary sergeant.

You have to know that just becoming familiar with these abilities requires at least ten years of effort, so why would such a person be a soldier on the battlefield?

Now Christine understood that he was an elite agent specially trained by the British. No wonder he was so outstanding.

Presumably, Britain had known about the German plan long ago, so it sent out its own ace agent.

But even so, if one person were to deal with the Germans' chemical weapons, he would be in danger of death, right?

After knowing the "truth", He Chi was again shrouded in the aura of "sacrifice for justice". In the thick smoke, Christine looked at his unswerving figure and was a little dazed.

"Okay, let's stop here. Please keep it a secret for me and everyone else if possible." He Chi planned to end this unexpected topic. He was afraid that he would make a mistake if he continued.

"Wait a minute, there's one last question." Christine stopped him and asked.

"Well, you say." He Chi turned around again.

"Will we meet again in the future?" Christine asked with her head down, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible. "Maybe. In our line of work, who can predict the future? If I complete the task successfully, I will put up the flag on the building, and then maybe we will have a chance to meet again in the future." He Chi said this in a dramatic manner, waved his hand, and quietly left here.

Looking at He Chi's "lonely" back, Kristine sniffed her nose hard. She felt sore in her eyes and was afraid that she would cry if she moved.

The next morning, everyone was ready, and big Groot was in front holding a kerosene lamp, ready to enter the secret passage.

"Remember, there may be forks in the road. If you find someone left behind, don't go looking for them. Take care of yourself first." He Chi explained to a few people to prevent them from finding out that they had left and then looking for them again.

Everyone nodded and entered the tunnel one by one. Lieutenant Jason, who was walking behind, stopped He Chi and said, "That lady looked at you in a strange way. Did you have a fight yesterday?"

"It's just a small dispute. We can talk it out." He Chi didn't explain too much.

The passage was pitch black and everyone was following very closely. He Chi deliberately fell behind and after walking a few hundred meters, he prepared to turn around and go back.

A soft hand reached out and held him, and there was a force coming from it that seemed not to want him to go back.

Although he couldn't see the face, He Chi knew that the person opposite him was Christine.

He struggled hard with his hands, meaning that he must leave.

Something was stuffed into He Chi's hand, and then gently touched his palm, causing him to loosen his grip.

The footsteps faded away, and He Chi was left alone.

He knew that he would probably never see them again.

"Good luck to you." He Chi muttered this sentence silently and turned back to the manor.

The dazzling light shone over and He Chi returned to the starting point. He lowered his head to look at the things in his hand and found that it was the pack of cigarettes that he had not finished smoking last night and a delicate sketch pen.

This was a gift Christine left for him.

"Huh~" He Chi let out a long sigh. To be honest, he was not a fool without emotional intelligence. He knew that the blonde girl had a good impression of him.

But so what? He will leave this copy in less than 24 hours, and the two of them will not have any communication after that. If he responds, it will only cause trouble to the other party.

Well, the next 24 hours are crucial. As long as he can't hold out for a whole day here, he will be able to leave smoothly after midnight...

"Players, please note that optional tasks are now being released. Please listen to the briefing." The system's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

? ? ! !
It's time to do this. What does a task suddenly pop up?
"Temporary mission: Cut off the devil's horn. Mission requirements: Destroy more than 50% of the biological and chemical weapons stored by the German army before the player leaves the dungeon. Temporary mission reward: All rewards obtained by the player in the dungeon will be doubled when the settlement is made. There is also a chance to take away an item in the dungeon. This mission is optional and does not have to be completed. Players can choose freely."

What? ! !
(End of this chapter)