My own war game

Chapter 94 Codename 007
He Chi got into the car, with two agents guarding him on his left and right.

This kind of way of treating prisoners might make people feel uncomfortable, but He Chi had no intention of thinking about that now.

He made a mistake. Because he didn't think too much about it when he was in the Netherlands, he used his real name "He Chi" instead of the assumed identity "Kevin" when communicating with others.

Now Montgomery, the big mouth, shouted it out, and Christine happened to hear it.

This poses a serious problem. If he admits He Chi's identity, he will not be able to explain his different appearance, nor will he be able to explain that he is only in his 20s.

The best way is actually to pretend not to know her and tell Christine that he is just an Oriental with the same name and surname and has nothing to do with her.

He did think so at first.

But when he saw the girl's lost eyes, he couldn't bear it.

So he responded to the girl with this kind of "recognition that is not really recognition".

Looking at the watch, he saw that June 6rd would end in a few hours. The generator plan had been completed and he had to go back. Before that, he at least told the other party that he was still alive.

As for the issues of appearance and age, he couldn't explain them and simply left it to the other party's imagination.

If he can't come back, this may be the last memory of the two of them.

I hope he did nothing wrong.

The car arrived at a building near Buckingham Palace, and He Chi walked in with several agents.

MI6 headquarters, an ordinary office.

The person in charge, Meng Xisi, handed He Chi a cup of coffee and a cigar.

"It's from Cuba. Try it. It's the same as the Prime Minister's."

"Thank you, I just smoked." He Chi waved his hand to refuse, then looked at the surrounding decorations and asked, "Aren't you going to take me to the inquiry room?"

"I just said that I asked you to come here just for routine matters. There is no need for that kind of place." Meng Xisi shrugged and knocked on the table beside him. "This is MI6. Some people also call us the Military Intelligence Six. I believe you already know it. After all, you claimed to be one of us when you were in the Netherlands."

"Sorry, I just had to do it at that time."

"It doesn't matter. This is your ability. I don't care." Meng Xisi walked to the bookcase and took out a document. "What I want to know is whether you are interested in really following us."

? ? ? ! !

He Chi didn't expect that the other party called him alone just to talk about this.

"We have read your file. You have been in the UK for a long time. You did not have any outstanding performance under that third-rate Canadian film producer. But at least we have confirmed that you are definitely not a spy."

"And recently." Meng Xisi picked up a book that was obviously much thicker. "This is your achievement in the past half month."

"Kill a submarine and damage the cruiser Nuremberg."

"We shot down two planes. Oh, yes, that's four including this morning..."

"Rescued about 500 Allied soldiers, plus an Army major general."

"After all this, you even made a movie and brought at least £50 in social donations to the Treasury."

"Kevin, or I'll call you He Chi, the Sixth Division is very interested in you, do you want to work together?"

He Chi thought for a moment and asked, "Can I make some conditions?"

"Tell me, our budget is tight, but you are an exception." Meng Xisi spread his hands. "The girl I brought here is British. Give her a good place. I don't mean to send her to a welfare home." He Chi pointed a finger.

"No problem, this kind of thing is easy, we can discuss the specific plan later."

"I need some funds, more than 2000 pounds, to be transferred to the mother and daughter in this photo. They live in Manchester and should be easy to find." He Chi handed over another photo.

Meng Simi looked at the photo and nodded, "That's fine, my people will arrange it, even if it means paying you your salary in advance."

He Chi held up his third finger and said, "Last one, do all the agents here have code names?"

"Not entirely true. Only a few senior agents have code names."

"Then give me one. I want to choose the name myself." He Chi suddenly became playful.

Meng Xisi frowned and said, "This is not in accordance with the rules. How about you come in first? With your ability, you should be able to be promoted to a senior agent with a code name in no time."

He Chi suddenly laughed jokingly, "Sir, do you want to make a bet? If I win, let me choose a code name myself."

"What are you gambling?"

"I bet I can disappear here in three hours." He Chi said confidently.

"Where do you think this is? A person disappears here out of thin air?" Meng Xisi looked at the other person to make sure he was not joking.

"Yes, that's what I mean." The Oriental man nodded again to confirm.

"Interesting, free entry and exit of MI6 headquarters, even Himmler's best men can't do it. I agree, and by the way, add another hundred pounds." Seeing the Oriental man being so shameless, Menzies became a little angry. Not only did he agree to the request, he even took the initiative to increase the price.

"Okay, then sir, can you arrange a room for me? I need to rest for a while." He Chi stood up and said goodbye.

Menzies pressed a bell, and someone came in soon. "Arrange a room for him to rest. Remember to keep an eye on him and don't let him get away!"

The British intelligence chief emphasized the last half of the sentence.

The subordinates took He Chi out of the room, and Meng Xisi read other documents alone in the room.

Two hours later, there was a sudden and urgent knock on the door.

"what's up?"

"Boss, something happened. The Oriental man disappeared." The subordinate came in and said in a panic.

"What?! Disappeared?" Meng Xisi stood up suddenly and said, "Take me to see it."

On the fourth floor, the room where He Chi was originally arranged to rest had its doors and windows closed, with no signs of anyone entering or leaving. A simple dinner was placed on the table, but the room was empty.

"We prepared a working meal for him according to general hospitality standards. He was normal at first and kept complaining that the fish was too salty. But I just looked back at him, and within 5 seconds he..." The agent in charge of guarding looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Meng Xisi waved his hand, signaling others to step back, and walked over alone, checking the items on the table one by one, from the cutlery to the tabletop. Seeing the half-eaten dinner, he put his finger on the cup and found that it was still warm.

Gulp! The coffee cup fell to one side with a bang, and a small white note appeared from the bottom.

Menzies picked up the note and read it aloud.

"Mr. Minister, it seems that I have won now. Please help me put it on record. My code name from now on is..."

007!

　The Dunkirk chapter is over, and we will return to our daily life. The next dungeon will still be in England. Thank you for your support!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)