Bismarck

But at this moment, in the Atlantic Ocean, the "Black Storm" that was legendary by the British and American navies and the public was now on the top of its own bridge, looking around for any trace of the supply ship.

The twin ponytails were like big rabbit ears, swaying left and right along with their cute master... and they asked their captain in a silly and cute way:

"Top Top, what time is it now? Why hasn't the supply ship arrived yet..."

"I don't know... But Eugen, be careful and see if there's anything unusual around you. If there is, we'll run immediately."

Top was standing next to her, but he looked nervous as if he was facing a great enemy. If it were usual, Top would have been moved to tears by the cute little Eugen. But now, he was not in the mood to do so.

Although the breakout last night was very successful, the Prinz Eugen basically maintained its performance close to intact, except that the superstructure was only hit by two 406 armor-piercing shells, and the bow and the front of the bridge were scratched at the last moment by five or six 127mm shells from the destroyer.

However, the ammunition consumption is really high.

There were still ten torpedoes, and the ammunition for the 105mm secondary guns and 37mm anti-aircraft guns was still sufficient. However, the greatest deterrent - the 203mm main gun shells - had now been completely exhausted.

Not counting the remaining dozen jamming shells, each gun now only had about 25 armor-piercing shells on average. And for large warships, the most powerful high-explosive shells were gone.

As for fuel, after a hard race from yesterday noon to evening and then to this morning, there is only a little over 60 percent of fuel left.

Eugen is also feeling hungry.

And if another group of enemies came at this time...

I'm afraid the only option is to run away.

Now the British and American navies must be searching for me all over the ocean, and I have to wait here, which is a big risk in itself.

After all, according to what we know now, the British have begun to equip even merchant ships with disposable Hurricanes, not to mention the escort aircraft carriers that have begun to appear using merchant ships converted into escort aircraft carriers.

These ships all have the ability to search for enemies.

What Top was actually more afraid of was that the supply ship would simply stand him up, or even that the scheduled rendezvous point between him and the supply ship would be deliberately sold out.

Although he had agreed with Admiral Lütjens, his future boss, that if he was sold out, he would send a plaintext telegram to reveal the situation. And if he still hadn't waited for the supply ship after the agreed time, he would sail to the French coast and send a telegram as well. Although he didn't know what Lütjens and the top brass would do, no country would forgive such an act of openly betraying frontline soldiers.

"Whether General Lütjens is truly loyal to Germany or he is looking for an excuse to overthrow Raeder, at least I can find someone to take the blame for Eugen."

Shaking his head, Top, who was already somewhat fed up with the political infighting at the top, continued to look down at his watch. It was getting dark now, and there was less than half an hour left until the agreed time. If he didn't arrive by the time the sun went down, he would prepare to return to Brest.

"Top Top. It's the supply ship. I see them."

Following the lively sound of the little rabbit beside him, Top's sleeve was pulled hard twice by Eugen.

"Are you sure they are here? Also, are there no enemies around?"

Hearing that the supply ship had arrived, Top was still a little skeptical. But this time, little Eugen nodded affirmatively.

"I have just confirmed that it is the Saint Angel Michael. I also looked on their deck and saw that they are preparing oil pipelines, 203mm shells and torpedoes. Also, there are no enemies around them."

After hearing Eugen's report, Top gradually felt relieved. However, he still had to explain what he had to say - he had already survived the attack from the American battleships, and Top didn't want to be caught in a trap at this time:

"Well, let's go over there too. But we still need to be on high alert. If there is anything unusual, tell me immediately."

"Yeah, okay, okay."

However, until the sun went down, when the Prince Eugen and the Saint Angel Michael met up, and even when they approached the side and began to carry ammunition and refuel under the cover of night, there was nothing unusual...

The two captains were now on the stage, directing the sailors to bring the two ships together. They then supervised the sailors in moving ammunition and transporting oil through the pipelines, while they started chatting on a temporary wired telephone that was specially set up for the replenishment operation:

Top: "Finally you are here. I said if you hadn't come in half an hour, I would have gone back to Brest."

Captain Rucotshere of the Holy Angel Michel: "Hey, don't mention it. It's just that you fought too well. Now the British and American navies are under martial law over there. I'm telling you, I was stopped by the Americans on the way here. Fortunately, our disguise and fake information were in place. As a result, the Americans just checked and left. They also told us to be careful of your 'Black Storm' - I say, Top, you really became famous this time, hahahaha."

"Being famous... forget it. You want me to be hunted down by the British and American navies all over the ocean."

"Hehe, as an attack ship, being hunted is a sign of success. Look at me, my last attack ship, the Widow, was not famous at all, and now this Holy Angel Michael is simply a new ship, but the Americans are too lazy to come up to take a look when they see me - just tell me, as the captain of an attack ship, how much of a failure am I..." As Rucotshell spoke, he actually wiped his eyes in a pretentious manner.

"...You keep pretending, keep pretending." Top folded his arms and glanced at the pretentious guy. Eugen, who was standing next to him, had already covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing.

"…Do you think it's a good thing to have someone thinking about you? You'll know when you're being chased and have to risk your life to escape." Over there, Top was still bickering with Rukotsheer: "To be honest, for people in our line of work, it's better for you to go out safely."

"That's right, how can I compare with you? Your boat has spread all over the world now. I don't have your good fortune. I can only pray for Michelle to bless me... Speaking of which, the one next to you is that thing, right? Should I call her sister-in-law?"

Top and Eugen were a little nervous when they heard this person's words, but they looked a little embarrassed when they heard the second half. Shy Eugen said, "I have something to do, so I'll leave first," and slipped away like a frightened little rabbit. Only Top, with a red face, was left, and he yelled into the microphone, "Get lost."

"Hey, I won't talk nonsense with you. Your ammunition and fuel have been replenished, so we will withdraw first. By the way, I wish you a safe journey, hahahaha." After teasing Top on the phone, Rukotsheer hung up the phone with a smirk on his face without waiting for Top to reply. Then he shouted to the people below: "Saint Angel Michael, it's time to withdraw!"

Top over there, however, did not have any urge to curse, but was a little absent-minded, watching Rucotshere and his Holy Angel Michael loosen the ropes and slowly sail into the unknown dark night.

This kid's face makes me want to bite him...

"Rukotsheer, you too, don't die." Watching the Holy Angel Michael disappearing into the night, Top couldn't help but waved at the bow, blessing this guy who kept saying he was going to worship the Holy Angel but didn't despise him and Eugen.

Although the two were not familiar with each other before,

He didn't know how long it had been, until he heard footsteps beside him, and then Top realized that Eugen had come back without him noticing.

She also held a windbreaker in her hand.

"Why, is it for me?" he said with a smile.

"What else?" she said embarrassedly.

Seeing the way Top looked at him, his face turned red with embarrassment. But he was his captain after all, so Eugen still said something to make conversation: "Top, Top, this guy is a bad guy, right?"

Top was stunned for a moment, but soon recovered his smirk and stretched out his hand to hug Eugen tightly: "How could it be, he is a good man, he also wished us well. He wished us a safe journey and called you... Ouch."

Eugen, who was thin-skinned to begin with, couldn't stand being teased by Top, so he stepped on him, and then left his captain, who was jumping up and down with his hands covering his foot, and ran away. Only Top, whose foot was crushed for teasing his own captain, was left alone, jumping around in the wind.

Only Eugen's angry voice was left in the night wind, thrown to a certain ill-intentioned captain:

"You're such a bad guy Top. You deserve it. Humph╭(╯^╰)╮."

(PS: The United States, which does not believe in freedom and democracy, also has mounted police suppression. Please refer to the fate of those protests in the Vietnam War. Even in World War II, Roosevelt sent mounted police to suppress those "low-class" black people who wanted to join the army to "serve the country"...)

MI6: Morning and Report

It was a cloudy morning in London in November. Crystal raindrops dripped from the eaves. Most British people would warm themselves by the blazing fire, but they still couldn't stand the damn damp and cold weather. William Wyatt lay on his desk piled with documents, his head drooping weakly.

This desk is made of South American mahogany, quite solid and reliable, with some parts beautifully decorated. It has been quite a long time, but now this solid and reliable table creaks pitifully under the weight of the mountain of documents and its owner, like a house that is about to die after being eaten away by termites.

Finally, the sound of the alarm clock broke the eerie environment. William, who was lying on the table, raised his wrinkled face with huge dark circles under his eyes. He looked like the evil wizard in the ghost stories that scared children and would throw people into a huge crucible to stir medicine. But in fact, he was only 36 years old and was considered a relatively young guy among his colleagues.

"Ah... I'm so annoyed. What day is today? It's probably Sunday. That's great. Let me rest for a while."

William reached out his hand towards the alarm clock, fumbled around, found the little thing that disturbed his moment of peace, turned it off and threw it aside, intending to continue being lazy.

However, just as William was about to pull his hand back, his movement paused.

"Ah... No, today is Monday. I have to send Heloise to school and then report to the office."

Although William was quite interested in laziness and was happy to seize every opportunity to be lazy, he dared not neglect his niece's studies. After all, young people's studies came first.

While washing up, William turned on the radio to listen to some current affairs and news. After tuning the channel, the radio started working, and the first news was extremely depressing.

"Today, the fascist bandits occupied the Suez Canal and blocked the shipping of the British Empire. However, our army, led by Admiral Auchinleck, fought bravely and made the Axis forces pay a heavy price. Don't worry, the counterattack plan to retake the canal and North Africa is being prepared. The conscription office welcomes you! The British Empire needs... click!" (The radio is turned off)

William thought that this was something he had expected long ago. He had vaguely felt it when the petty-minded Churchill took Auchinleck back to the country and replaced him with Litchi. The war situation in recent months had also deepened his thoughts, and now it was confirmed as a fact.

After washing up and turning off the radio, William picked up a towel and wiped his face. He looked at himself in the mirror and found that the dark circles that he hated the most were still there.

"Hey, that's about it. I need to change my clothes next. I've been wearing this for two days."

Although he said he was changing clothes, in fact he only changed a few military uniforms, casual clothes and coats of the same style. In line with his frugality, William did not customize many clothes for himself. The only two dresses were treated like treasures and left in the closet to gather dust.

Just put on a new shirt and suit, tie, and put on a coat when you go out, and you're done. The military uniform is kept here and can be changed at any time, so there's no need to worry.

"That's all. Next I have to prepare breakfast. It looks like there's some food left at home, so I'll just have to make do with what I have."

William was greatly disappointed after checking the kitchen. There was very little food to eat.

"The eggs were all used up the day before yesterday. There's still some vegetables and butter, and there seems to be a little meat. Damn it, there's not much black tea left! Damn the supplies! Damn the Germans! One day I'm going to make sure those sauerkrauts don't even have potatoes to eat!"

They chattered away like petty businessmen, mostly complaining about the current shortage of supplies and the Germans.

"It's only enough for one person, that's all."

William is a good cook, thanks to his long period of living alone and the restaurant opened by a Chinese couple across the street, which is a place William often visits. The amiable old couple are also very happy to exchange cooking experiences with this kind young man who can speak Chinese.

The coming of war forced the old couple to close the restaurant. They moved to Oxfordshire, far away from London, where they had relatives to rely on. Now the only thing they could do was to write letters regularly to report their safety and pray for the couple. Their Sichuan cuisine is excellent.

After breakfast was ready, William came to the door with "Helois" written on it, knocked on the door gently, unlocked it, walked to the bed, and looked at the beautiful little angel who was sleeping.

Heloise, his niece, was only eight years old, but her appearance was close to perfect. Her long gray hair and lake blue eyes were inherited from her beautiful mother. When William's brother and sister-in-law got married, he was heartbroken for a long time.

"Heloise, it's time to get up. You have to go to school today. Don't be late. Teacher Mary will be angry."

"Um... Is that Uncle William? Why are you up so early? Can you wait for me outside for a while? I'll be right out."

"Of course, my dear niece."

William walked out of the door, closed it, and leaned weakly against the wall.

When will this child come out of the shadows... William thought bitterly.

Just less than a year ago, Heloise had a happy and complete family. The coming of war completely destroyed everything. William and she lost their loved ones and their only home. As her only close blood relative, her uncle naturally became her nominal guardian.

My work is indeed very busy and I don't have much time, but it is better than an orphanage. Besides, the little girl is smart and can take care of herself.

But the child still has not come out of the shadow. Although Heloise is quite precocious and smart compared to children of the same age, she can often be heard sobbing and choking at night. She is usually quite indifferent to people. According to teacher Mary, Heloise should thank God if she can say one word within an hour.

He tried everything he could, but all he could do was to make her more "talkative" and "cheerful", and this "talkativeness" was only to William himself.

This was too much for an eight-year-old girl.

"Uncle~Are you in a daze? Uncle William?"

A voice as sweet as the singing of a nightingale fell into his ears, interrupting his thoughts.

"Oh, sorry, my niece. I was lost in thought about some work. You are still beautiful today~"

"Uncle, I think you should pay more attention to yourself. Your dark circles are starting to spread again."

"Well....thank you for your concern, good girl, go wash up quickly, breakfast is ready."

"Then I'm going, see you later~"

"See you soon."

After washing and dressing up, Heloise looked brand new. The cute short skirt and the children's suit were perfectly matched together. Coupled with her long gray hair and cute little face, William's spirit was sublimated in an instant.

It would be better if he could be more energetic and vibrant. This is what this child lacks.

"Today's breakfast is butter biscuits, cheese fried meat patties, and oatmeal. If you find it bland, tell me and I'll be there whenever you call."

"Uncle William, I mean, you are too much like the aunts in the prep school. They will nag for a whole hour over trivial matters. And by the way, you don't seem to have had breakfast, not even your favorite black tea."

"How is that possible? I've already eaten it."

"You're lying. You didn't even drink the tea!"

"This... This is because I plan to go on a diet. You know, it's very difficult to maintain a fit body like mine. I'm not one of those government officials with a big belly."

"Hehe, you are worthy of being our Minister (o ωo)~ You actually use this excuse to fool us kids~"

"I'm not! I didn't! Σ(°Д°; Wait, what minister? You damn girl, don't come to my office and rummage around! Explain it to me clearly today! And don't tell anyone else!"

"Pfft, pfft, pfft~('ε｀*) I can't catch it~ I can't catch it~"

"Stop!"

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After sending his niece to school, William drove to the headquarters

, it is not far from the school and can be reached in about ten minutes.

The headquarters of MI6 is located in a building near Caxton Street, which is claimed to be the "Government Telecommunications Bureau". It is well disguised and most people are unaware of it.

"Here it is, sir. Do you need me to help you get your briefcase?"

"Thank you, Elan. I can take these things myself. Please drive over there and stop. My schedule is full today and I may have to make a few trips."

"No problem, sir."

William did not enter the building directly. Instead, he stopped in front of a big tree near the door, put down his briefcase, took a deep breath, and actually leaned forward with his shoulder!

With the rhythmic sound of "dong! dong! dong!", the big tree trembled, and the pitiful leaves, which were already few in number, kept falling along with the branches, leaving passers-by stunned.

"Oh my god! That lunatic is fucking the tree again! Guard! Guard!"

"Tsk, so stingy." William snorted disdainfully, leaned back one last time, and quickly entered the building before the guards ran over and caught him.

After pushing open the magnificent door, boarding the elevator, and passing a bunch of checkpoints and codes, William finally arrived at his territory - MI6.