Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 204: Collapse (3)

"Bruce, how is the situation outside now?" Miss Christine took the coat from Ian and hung it on the coat hook in the corner of the secretary room. Net

"Very bad, the army is fighting fiercely at the intersection of Peter the Great Street and Marshal Street. I came around from Victoria Street. The position on the Hyde Park side should have fallen." Ian walked into the bathroom on the side and opened it. The faucet picked up the cold tap water to wash his face.

"Then what shall we do, my God, Bruce, now I can only count on you." The prime minister’s chief confidential secretary leaned against the bathroom door frame, looking into the wash mirror with expectant eyes. That handsome face.

"Don't worry, my dear, everything is under my control." I took off the towel from the hook on the side and wiped his face and hands. Ian turned and walked to the bathroom door and hugged K. Justin's waist, and then kissed the opponent fiercely.

"Listen, my dear, I'm so scared, it's like a nightmare." Christine looked up in a panic, and through the vent tube, there were vaguely fierce gunshots.

"I said, don't worry, no one can hurt you, not even a German." Ian patted Christine on the cheek, walked to the secretary's room and sat down on the sofa.

"I know, dear, you always have a way." In the eyes of the confidential secretary, this man is not only full of charm, but also omnipotent.

"My dear, are you ready as I told you?" Ian took out the cigarette case and opened it, holding a cigarette with a filter in his hand.

"Of course, I followed your request. I sorted out all the documents. These are the top secrets of the Prime Minister's Office. Will they really be of use to you?" Christine picked up the lighter on the table and gave it to Ian. After lighting the cigarette, he immediately sat beside Ian, resting his head on his shoulders.

"Of course it works, this is what the German government needs most now." Ian took a cigarette and said with a smile.

"Bruce. Are you and the German side... Are you going to work with the Germans?" Although Christine had a premonition, he heard her boyfriend admit that she still couldn't accept it. After all, she is a tradition British woman. Growing up in a military family since she was a child, her loyal and patriotic thoughts have been carried out throughout the first half of her life.

"This is a **** and cruel war, not a game of tin soldiers in the game room. My dear, when this is over, I promise you. I will answer all your questions for you." Ian Shen He took a sip of cigarettes and pinched out the cigarette butts.

He stretched out his hand and turned Christine's deflected face back, then leaned forward and kissed the gentle lips of the beauty in front of him. The secretary still had a little resistance at first and struggled a bit, but under the man's strong deep kiss offensive, she was quickly defeated, and in the end she hugged the man's shoulders and responded enthusiastically.

"My dear, I'm so scared..." Christine's cheeks were red, and she raised her eyes to look at Ian pitifully.

"Don't worry. I will never regret what I promised you. I am really obsessed with you, my beautiful lady. When everything is over, we will go to Europe to get married. Now, will you marry me? Card Miss Lorraine Christine." Ian took out a velvety jewelry box from his pocket, opened the lid, and placed a shiny ruby ​​ring in the center.

"This is the heirloom of our family. Before leaving the house, my grandmother handed it to me personally. Tell me if I meet someone I really love, I will put this ring on the finger of that person. And then no matter how far apart, even if you overcome difficulties, you must marry that person home." Ian said as he said. While holding Kristen's left hand, he took the ring out of the jewelry box and put it on the opponent's ring finger.

"Oh, I am so happy, Bruce, I am willing. I am willing to be your wife." Christine was so excited that she hugged Bruce Ian with tears in her eyes, and started immediately. I burst into tears.

The negative pressure of the past few weeks has all erupted at this moment. The secretary lost control of her emotions for a while and soaked the shoulder of Ian's shirt.

"Well, Christine, it's all right, my beauty." Ian patted his fiancee on the back lightly.

"Don't be sad, you should be happy."

"I'm very happy, oooooo..." The other party said that he was crying with joy and almost thought he couldn't get married.

"Well, don’t forget, we still have work to complete, and we’re still at war." Ian held Christine’s shoulders in both hands and looked at each other affectionately. He found that he really loved Fucked on this smart girl.

"I know, wait a minute, I'll wash my face, and then get the documents you want." Kristen rushed to the bathroom, knowing that the makeup on her face was crying, but Don't let your fiancé look at yourself in this embarrassed appearance.

"Don’t worry, we have time. Those guys can’t give up easily. I’ll go out to do something, and I’ll come to you in an hour. Remember, before that, no matter who calls you except me Don't open the door, and don't leave this room casually, even if the prime minister calls you, you don't have to respond." Ian walked to the coat rack and took off his coat.

"Why? Honey." Christine asked in the bathroom.

"This is related to your safety. Just listen to me. Remember that no one comes to open the door."

"I listen to you, Bruce." Kristen stood by the bathroom door with a towel, watched Ian put on his coat, and picked up the briefcase he had brought.

"Promise me, Bruce, whatever you are going to do, be careful." Kristen felt a little worried, especially when she saw Ian pull out a small pistol from his briefcase.

"I promise you, don't worry, I'm an expert, my dear, I'm an expert." Ian took out a black tube from his briefcase and screwed on the muzzle of his pistol.

"Wait for an hour, maybe it will be faster." Ian put the extended weapon in the briefcase, then stepped forward and kissed Christine on the cheek.

"Don't take risks, I can't lose you." The secretary grabbed Ian's sleeve with concern.

"I will never take the risk. We will have a grand wedding, I promise." Ian gave the other party a brilliant and dazzling smile, patted the back of Christine's hand, turned and opened the door and walked out of the secretary room. .

"What's wrong? Why did it take so long." Kaorich stood against the wall of the corridor, playing with a gold coin boringly. This is an ancient Roman artwork, obtained from a Vatican agent, a pious to sickly fellow.

"Well, it's all solved. I just asked her to marry me." Ian slapped the briefcase on Kaorich’s chest, and after the other person hugged him, he freed his hands to adjust the sleeves of his shirt. .

"She agreed?"

"Yes."

"Oh, God, you are such a lucky guy. Congratulations, Major Ian...Speaking of which, your name is really Bruce Ian?" Kaorich smiled with his briefcase. Said.

"Captain, you know our rules. Well, don't show this expression, you just need to know a little bit. From now on, my name will be Bruce Ian." Ian snatched it from Kaorich The briefcase strode towards the other side of the corridor, followed by Kaulihi and his commandos.

"Let me remind you one last thing, no matter what the result is. Churchill must live and not allow him to have any damage. This is the order of the head of state." Ian stood in front of the explosion-proof door in the core area and turned to face Said the commandos.

"Understood." Everyone lowered their voices and nodded vigorously. Ian knocked on the door, and a small window in the door was opened.

"Password!"

"Kingfisher, open the door." Ian said to the guard in the uniform of the Guardsman at the door.

The guardsman turned the handle vigorously and opened the door. A turbid and hot air rushed over his face, mixed with various strange smells.

"In order to prevent someone from releasing poisonous gas inside, they closed the ventilation system of the main passage." Ian turned his head and said to Kaorich.

"Your credentials. Sir. And you, Captain." The military police standing by the door stopped Ian and his party from going.

"Don't you recognize me? I belong to the War Department." Ian took out his ID from his pocket and handed it to Red Cap.

"How could I forget you, Mr. Ian, you know this is just a procedure. I have to follow the rules. The **** of the Guards have been staring at us." The military police tilted his head and pointed at the guards aside. The regiment soldier squinted, and without opening the cover of his ID, he handed the small notebook back to Ian.

"This is Major Frank of the Scottish Brigade, and his men. The Prime Minister ordered them to **** me." Ian took a cigarette from his pocket. Handed it to the military police.

"I'm going to see the Prime Minister now, and I have sent the important documents he asked for." Ian raised the briefcase in Yang's hand.

"Would you like to search. This is a state secret."

"Of course not, Mr. Ian, and you, Major Frank." The military police smiled and took the cigarette.

"No problem, let go." The military police said to the guards.

Ian nodded to the military police, and then walked towards the office area with Kaorich and more than twenty heavily armed soldiers.

"What if he really wants to search?" Kaorich asked with a smile.

"There is indeed a confidential document. As for the weapon, I have a gun license for this gun."

This old underground shelter was built during the First World War. The area of ​​the core area is not large. There are only more than 30 rooms in total, except for the necessary kitchen, dining room, bathroom, toilet, material warehouse, and boiler room. , Generator room, exhaust engine room, etc. The remaining rooms have to be allocated to a large number of departments under the cabinet during the war. This number is not enough. In the end, a large number of departments were kicked out of the shelter and forced to Moved to the office upstairs.

The only things left in the basement are Churchill’s command and staff organization, the offices of the ministers in the wartime cabinet, and the communications department. There are still many people waiting to be summoned in the corridor outside Churchill's office. In fact, everyone knows that everything is almost over at this time. They just force themselves not to think about those things. People pretend that they are still working and the government is running smoothly. It seems that everything will be fine in this way.

"I'm Bruce Ian. The Prime Minister wants to see me." Ian led the soldiers through the crowd in the hallway and saw menacingly armed soldiers sitting near the small desk at the door. The guard sergeant put his hand under the table.

"Your name is not on the list. I'm sorry, Mr. Ian, I can't let you in." The sergeant turned over the table on the table, and he shook his head and replied. Many people, his attitude will not be so relaxed.

"Look again, sergeant, you should have my name on your form." Ian stared at the other person's eyes.

"Oh, by the way, I missed it, there is you, Mr. Bruce Ian. Please wait a moment, I'll go to report." The sergeant just thought of getting up, but was pushed back to his seat by a big hand behind him in.

"You don't need to report, I will go in by myself."

The two commandos have wrapped their arms around the necks of the Guardsmen guarding the office door and pressed them to the wall of the corridor.

Ian glanced at the panicked sergeant and turned around and pushed open the office door.

As soon as I entered the door, Ian couldn't help but feel stunned. What I saw before my eyes was like a tragic sight after a hurricane passed. Blank forms, telegram papers and folders with various colors of cover were scattered on the floor. Ian could see it at a glance. Some of them also bear a conspicuous confidential seal. Some food residues and broken tableware were scattered in the middle of the paper, and the air was filled with a strong smell of whiskey.

Churchill was sitting on a sofa leaning against the corner of the wall. His face was pale as a dead man now. His bluish-gray eye sockets were sunken, the bags under his eyes drooped, the skin on his cheeks collapsed, and the skin on his neck wrinkled. Layers on top of each other extend to the hard shirt collar. Ian could tell at a glance that the man had completely collapsed, whether it was mental or emotional.

Before Ian entered the door, Churchill was staring blankly at the floor in a corner of the house. His eyes no longer had the aggressive sharpness they used to be, but rather dull and dull, and even lost his life. His advisers and staff gathered in a group at the other end of the house. It seemed that some issues were still being discussed intensely before ~ ​​IndoMTL.com~ Ian's intrusion broke the atmosphere in the room. "I have seen you, you belong to the Ministry of War... What's the matter with you, why is there no notification outside." Ismay asked from the side.

Ian didn't answer Ismay's question, he just stared at Churchill quietly. The British Prime Minister seemed to feel the other person's sight. He frowned and turned to look at the young man standing in the middle of his office.

"Introduce yourself." Ian pulled out a pistol from his briefcase.

"This is the German Army Major Bruce Ian. Your Excellency Prime Minister, gentlemen, you are all captured."

"Guard..." a staff officer yelled, and with a clap-like sound, there was a small hole in his forehead.

"Really a brave man, who of you is next." Ian said with a wave of ppk.

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