Battle of the Third Reich

Assistant engineer Bill Dynes pushed the door of the data room with his briefcase, but found that there was a mess. The precious engine drawings and component models were scattered all over the place, and the light blue blueprints were covered with black and gray footprint.

"Why are you here, Bill. But exactly, I need your help." A voice rang, and Daines sniffed out the prestige. It turned out to be Henry Bourbon with a research and development team.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was thin and a little shameless. He usually likes to wear a pair of old-fashioned black-framed glasses. He usually has a weird shape and behavior that he can’t say, so most people They chose to keep a distance from him.

His job title is mechanical engineer, but his business ability can only be said to be at an average level. Many professional fields are not as good as Bill Daines, so he is not welcomed by everyone in the research group. It is said that he was directly assigned by a superior company. I don’t know which department executive’s path to take. In this type of organization, you can have no skills, no relationship at all.

Now the man was crouching next to the opened safe. It seemed that he was looking through the documents in the safe before, and Daines noticed that there was an open black leather bag at his feet.

"Mr. Burbour, what's going on, you know what you're doing? These are confidential materials, and you can't take it out of this room without permission." Daines turned to look around the data room.

"What happened here? Did you do it all?"

"Don't care about those things. Come and see if this is the drawing of Project 22." Burbour said with a careless expression, holding a document.

"You are crazy, you will be arrested, I don't want to be your associate. I advise you to surrender to the security department immediately."

"Don't be nervous, Bill, I'm just performing my mission. I'm actually an inspector dispatched by the Ministry of Aviation. This is my certificate." Burbour pulled out a small book from his arms and shook it at Daines. Before the other party could see clearly, he withdrew his pocket again.

"It's an emergency now. I ordered the superior to destroy the most important information here and put an end to the possibility of these precious scientific achievements falling into the hands of the Germans." Burburn stood up and patted the dust on his trouser legs.

"What? I received a call from the chief engineer in the morning, and he asked me to put these things together and seal them up, waiting for the head office to send someone to deal with them."

"The plan has changed and we can't take the risk. Mr. Daines, come and help me see if all the information about the 22 project is here." Burburn stood sideways. The tone of the command was used bluntly.

"Okay, okay, I'm just an assistant engineer and can't take care of your senior issues." Daines walked over to the safe and looked at the documents inside. It was a bit messy after being checked by Bourbon.

"These are mkiv's plans, and there are projects on the 20th... This is the 22nd, and there are a few copies, although there is no number, it is an auxiliary material. Why does it seem that there are still a few copies missing?" Daines started in the safe. Rummaging.

"Let's see if these copies are." Burburn pushed the open briefcase over.

"Oh, it turns out there are still many, you seem to have found a lot." Daines looked at the briefcase.

"These are indeed. These two are the second group of plans, the awareness is a bit ahead, but the concept is very interesting." Daines took out two documents and handed it to Bourbon.

"I remember there are some related documents in that file cabinet."

"Is it about Project 22?"

"Of course, because it is not classified, it is not in the safe." Dane said with a smile.

"Help me find out, Mr. Bill, this is very important. By the way, think about it again, what else is missing." Burburn put the previous file back into the briefcase. Start to read the two "advanced consciousness" materials.

"Okay, let me find..." Daines opened the file cabinet against the wall with his back to Burburn.

"Isn't the two copies of the oil pipeline design? Where is the idea ahead?" Burburn asked doubtfully.

"I really can't think of you as an expert. Mr. Burburn." Daines replied, the irony in the tone made Burburn's face suddenly turn red. He quickly raised his head, only to find that Daines had a mocking smile on his face, with a black pistol in his hand, the muzzle facing his head.

"Don’t move, Mr. Burbour, why are you serving, don’t tell me what is the aviation department’s inspector, this kind of lies can only lie to the ignorant women and children, it seems that you are not a good actor, your expression is now Everything was exposed." Daines leaned against the file cabinet, with the pistol against his waist, and he could see that he was not a novice, and must have received professional training before.

"My father has served in India for fifteen years, and I was an excellent shooter when I was eight, so don't play tricks, stand up, slowly, Mr. Burburn." Dane swung the gun slightly. , Motioning to the other party to stand up.

"It's a misunderstanding, Bill, it's just a misunderstanding." Bourbon raised his hand and slowly stood up.

"I don't want to listen to your explanation, go tell the policeman, Mr. Spy, now turn around and raise your hands, don't want to play tricks." Daines ordered. Bourbon raised his hands helplessly and turned his back towards his opponent. The assistant engineer walked forward cautiously, with the muzzle against the back of the opponent, and began to search for Burburn.

"Browning m1906? I didn't expect you to have a good taste." Daines pulled the delicate weapon from the opponent's waist, looked down and put it in his pocket.

After confirming that the other party did not carry other weapons, he took out the previous document from Burberry's jacket pocket.

"Military Intelligence Service? What kind of organization is this?"

"You are in big trouble, Mr. Bill, I admit that I deceived you before, but I am indeed executing the order of the superior. I can't tell you more details, I can only say that my department directly listens to the wartime cabinet." Burburn said loudly.

"These said to the police, I don't believe that during the war, the cabinet will send you here to steal confidential information, and now hold your head in both hands and walk towards the door.

"You are making a big mistake, this is a secret operation."

"Don't step on the drawings on the ground. This is your evidence."

"I'm a secret intelligence officer. You have to pay for your actions, I promise."

"Well. I believe, Mr. Intelligence."

"Okay. Okay, okay, you won, Bill, how about a deal?" When he walked to the door, Burburn refused to go forward.

"Oh? Do you still want to bribe me?"

"No, no, I'm not just talking about a sum of money, but also about my personal future." Bourbon softened completely. His tone was flattering.

"Go on." Daines seemed curious.

"Okay, can you turn me around? I don't like talking to people with my back."

"Okay, move slowly, don't be tricky, my gun can be pointed at you." Daines stepped back two steps, leaving enough reaction distance.

"Look, Mr. Bill, I am indeed an agent of the British Emperor* Affairs Bureau, and my rank is an army lieutenant. I was sent to the Rothroy company to prevent someone from leaking and to prevent the penetration of enemy spies." Bull Ben hugged his head in both hands, his face lascivious. It doesn't look like a legendary heroic agent.

"Just like you..."

"Civilian, I am a civilian, counter-espionage is a mental task."

"So what are you doing today? I think I understand, you turned to the Germans." Daines raised his muzzle upward.

"Don't don't, don't get me wrong, how could I go to the Germans."

Seeing Dane's muzzle shake, Burburn nearly scared his soul, he screamed quickly.

"It's an American. Someone paid a high fee. I promised that I would arrange a new identity and job for me there."

"American?"

"Yeah, as long as I bring the data of Project 22 to the US Consulate. The transaction is successful. I think so, instead of destroying the data. Or cheap Germans, it is better to use it for a transaction in exchange for A beautiful life in the future is a rare opportunity. I cannot have a second choice."

"I see, then your suggestion is to me." Daines frowned at the wretched man in front of him.

"If you agree, you can do it with me. I don't think the wealthy Americans will care about paying an extra fee. Look at Bill, I know your talents well. After arriving in the United States, maybe you will get The higher achievements here, the Germans will soon occupy this country, and here you may never be able to come forward. Do it with me, Bill, you are a smart person, knowing what is the right choice." Bourbon noticed When the other party's attitude was somewhat loose, he slowly lowered his hands.

"We don't have much time, you have to make a decision quickly, Bill."

Burburn felt that he should have dominated again, but the next moment, the former MI agent suddenly discovered that the young assistant engineer raised his muzzle.

It was a large-caliber military runner, the gunshot was crisp and loud, and the wooden door of the data room was instantly splashed with blood and brain plasma from Bourbon.

Daines walked to the telephone in the data room, picked up the handset, and dialed the dial.

"Mr. Steven, this is Daines. Something went wrong. No, no, it’s Bourbon, yes, engineer, he’s actually a MIB. Yes, the Military Intelligence Agency, fan 6. But it seems He has been bought, he still wants to confuse me to work with him. Well, it should be American, but I am not quite sure, you know, yes... I have dealt with it, no, there is no other in the building today People. Okay, then follow the original plan, no problem, thank you, Mr. Steven, you are too generous, my mother likes it very well. Okay, so, goodbye, Mr. Steven."

Dane hung up the phone, then walked to the safe, packed up the scattered documents, and stuffed all the information in the safe into the briefcase brought by Burburn. He put the briefcase on the desk, and Daines walked to the door, bent down to look at Bourbon's body, and then picked up the briefcase he brought from the door.

"It's such a stupid guy, no wonder I didn't like him from the beginning." Daines pulled out an iron kettle from his briefcase, then poured the fuel inside around the data room, and finally put the remaining half The pot was poured on Bourbon's body, and finally a delayed fire tube was inserted into Bourbon's pocket. He screwed a brass sleeve on the fire tube, and the delay began to start.

After standing up and checking the room, he found that nothing was missing. Daines lifted the briefcase full of confidential drawings and materials and pushed the door out of the data room.

On the first day of the New Year, I wish you all a happy New Year 2016, good luck, smooth work and good health. The beginning of the new year and the beginning of the month began the double monthly ticket system, that is, you vote for one monthly ticket for two, don’t miss this opportunity, all the monthly tickets in your hands are voted for this book, this year, we want to Break the record of last year and create a new history. thanks for your support. (To be continued.)