Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 195: Chaos in the Imperial Capital (5)

Assistant engineer Bill Dynes carried a briefcase and pushed open the door of the data room, only to find that it was a mess. Those precious engine drawings and component models were scattered all over the place, and the light blue blueprints were covered with black. Grey footprints. Net

"Why are you here, Bill. But it just so happens that I need your help." A voice rang, and Danes heard his reputation. It turned out to be Henry Bulburn from the research team with him.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was thin and a little shaky. He usually likes to wear a pair of old-fashioned black-frame glasses. He always has an indescribable weird appearance and demeanor. So Most people choose to keep a distance from him.

His title is a mechanical engineer, but his business ability can only be said to be at a general level. Many professional fields are not as good as Bill Dynes, so he is not welcomed by everyone in the research group. It is said that he was directly assigned by a superior company, and I don’t know which department executive he was following. In this kind of organization, you don’t have the skills and nothing to do with it.

Now the man is squatting next to the opened safe. It looks like he was going through the data files in the safe before. Danes noticed an open black leather bag at his feet.

"Mr. Bourbon, what's going on, do you know what you are doing? These are classified information. You can't bring out this room without permission." Danes turned his head and looked around the data room.

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

"Don't worry about those things, come and help me see if this is the drawing of Project 22." Bourbon said with a nonchalant expression, holding a document.

"You are crazy, you will be arrested, I don't want to become your accomplice. 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 sent by the Ministry of Aviation. This is my certificate." Bourbon took out a small book from his arms and faced Danes. After shaking, he took back his pocket before the other party could see clearly.

"It is an emergency now. I have ordered the destruction of the most important information here to prevent these valuable scientific research results from falling into the hands of the Germans." Bourbon 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 organize these things and seal them up, waiting for the head office to send someone to deal with it."

"The plan has changed, and we can't take any risks. Mr. Danes, come and help me see if all the materials for Project 22 are here." Burburn stood sideways. The tone of command was used unceremoniously.

"Okay, okay, I'm just an assistant engineer, and I can't take care of your high-level problems." Daynes walked to the safe and looked through the files inside, which looked a little messy because it was checked by Bourbon.

"These are the plans, and there are also projects for No. 20... This is No. 22, and there are a few more copies, although they are not numbered, they are subsidiary materials. Why do they seem to be missing a few copies?" Started rummaging in the safe.

"Come and see if these copies are." Bourbon pushed his open briefcase over.

"Oh, it turns out there are more here. You seem to have found a lot." Danes flipped through the briefcase.

"These copies are indeed. These two are the second set of plans. They are a bit advanced, but they are very interesting in concept." Danes took out two documents and handed them to Bourbon.

"I remember that there are a few related documents in that filing cabinet."

"Is it about Project 22?"

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

"Help me find it out, Mr. Bill, this is very important. By the way, think about it, what else is missing." Bourbon put the previous documents back into the briefcase. Begin to read the two "consciousness ahead" materials.

"Okay, let me find..." Danes opened the filing cabinet against the wall with his back to Bourbon.

"Aren't these two oil pipeline designs? Where are the ideas ahead?" Bourbon asked in confusion.

"I really didn't expect you to be an expert. Mr. Bourburn." Danes replied, and the irony in his tone made Bourbon's face flushed instantly. He quickly raised his head, but found that Danes had a mocking smile on his face, and he was holding a dark pistol in his hand, the muzzle of which was facing his head.

"Don’t move, Mr. Bourbon, why are you serving? Don’t tell me anything about the aviation inspector. This kind of lies can only deceive ignorant women and children. It seems that you are not a good actor. His expression has exposed everything." Dains leaned back against the file cabinet, with a pistol at his waist, and he could see that he was not a novice, and he must have been professionally trained before.

"My father has served in India for fifteen years. I was an excellent shooter when I was eight, so don’t play tricks. Stand up and slowly, Mr. Bourbon." Danes shook slightly. Swing the gun and motion to the opponent to stand up.

"This is a misunderstanding, Bill, just a misunderstanding." Bulben raised his hands and stood up slowly.

"I don't want to listen to your explanation. Go and tell the police, Mr. Spy, now turn around and raise your hands. Don't try to play tricks." Danes ordered. Bourbon raised his hands helplessly and turned his back to his opponent. The assistant engineer stepped forward cautiously, with the muzzle of the opponent's back, and began to search Bulben.

"Browning m1906? I didn't expect your taste to be good." Danes took out the delicate weapon from the opponent's waist, looked down and put it in his pocket.

After confirming that the other party was not carrying other weapons, he took out the previous document from Bourbon’s jacket pocket.

"Military Intelligence Service? What agency is this?"

"You are in serious trouble, Mr. Bill, I admit that I deceived you before, but I am indeed following the orders of my superiors. I can't tell you more details. I can only say that my department is directly in wartime. Cabinet." Bourbon said loudly.

"These are going to tell the police, I don't believe that the cabinet will send you here to steal confidential information during the war. Now I hold my head in my hands and walk towards the door."

"You are making a big mistake. This is my secret operation."

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

"I am a secret intelligence officer, you have to pay for your actions, I promise."

"Um. I believe, Mr. Intelligence."

"Okay. Okay, okay, you won, Bill, how about making a deal?" When he reached the door, Bourbon refused to move forward.

"Oh? You still want to bribe me?"

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

"Go on." Danes seemed curious.

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

"Okay, slow down, don't make any tricks, my gun can be pointed at you." Dynes took two steps back, leaving enough reaction distance.

"Look, Mr. Bill, I am indeed an agent of the British affairs newspaper. My rank is second lieutenant. I was sent to Ross-Royce to prevent leaks and the infiltration of enemy spies. "Bulben held his head in his hands, his face wretched. It doesn't look like the legendary heroic agent.

"Just like you are..."

"Civilian, I am a civilian, counterintelligence is a mental effort."

"Then what are you doing today? I think I understand, you turned to the Germans." Danes raised his gun.

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

Seeing Danes' muzzle shaking, Bourbon almost frightened his soul, he quickly screamed.

"It is an American. Someone paid a very high salary. He also promised that I would arrange a new identity and job for me there."

"American?"

"Yes, as long as I bring the materials of Project 22 into the U.S. Consulate. The transaction is considered successful. I think so, instead of destroying these materials. Or cheaper Germans, I might as well use them for a transaction. In exchange for a better life in the future, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I cannot have a second choice."

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

"If you agree, you can work with me. I don’t think Americans with wealth will care about paying an extra fee. Look at Bill, I know your talents very well. After arriving in the United States, maybe you You will achieve higher achievements than here. The Germans will soon occupy this country. You may never be able to get ahead here. Do it with me, Bill, you are a smart person who knows what the right choice is." Bourbon noticed that the opponent's attitude was a little loose, and he slowly lowered his hands.

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

Bulburn felt that he should have taken the leading position again, but the next moment, the former MI agent suddenly noticed that the young assistant engineer raised his gun.

It was a large-caliber military wheel, and the gunshots were clear and loud. The wooden door of the data room was instantly splashed with Bourbon's blood and brains.

Dynes walked to the telephone in the reference room, picked up the receiver, and dialed the number dial.

"Mr. Steven, this is Danes. Something went wrong. No, no, it's Bourbon, yes, yes, an engineer. He is actually from the MIB. Yes, the MIB. But look. He has been bought, and he still wants to trick me into doing it with him. Well, it should be an American, but I'm not quite sure yet, you know, yes... I have taken care of it, no, the building today There is no one else in there. Okay, then proceed according to the original plan, no problem, thank you, Mr. Steven, you are too generous, my mother likes it very much. Okay, then that’s it, goodbye, Mr. Steven ."

Dynes hung up the phone~IndoMTL.com~ and then walked to the safe, packed up the scattered documents, and stuffed all the information in the safe into the briefcase brought by Bourbon. He put the briefcase on the desk, Danes walked to the door, bent down to check Bourbon's body, and then picked up the briefcase he had brought from the door.

"What a stupid guy, no wonder I didn't like him from the beginning." Danes took out an iron canteen from his briefcase, and splashed the fuel around the data room, and finally The lower half of the pot fell on Bourbon’s corpse, and finally put a delay fire tube into Bourbon’s pocket. He twisted a brass sleeve on the fire tube forcefully, and the delay started to start.

Standing up and inspecting the room, after finding that there was nothing missing, Danes picked up the briefcase full of confidential drawings and documents, opened the door and walked out of the data room.

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