"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's room. ↑,

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

"Then what should we do, God, Bruce, I can only count on you now." The prime minister's chief secretary leaned against the bathroom door frame, looking at the handsome man in the wash mirror without blinking. Face.

"Don't worry, my dear, everything is under my control." The towel was removed from the hook on the side and wiped his face and hands. Ian turned and walked to the door of the bathroom to hug Christine's Waist, and then kissed each other fiercely.

"My dear, listen, I'm so scared, this is like a nightmare." Kristin raised his head in panic, and through the snorkel, there was a vague burst of gunfire.

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

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

"Honey, are you ready as I said?" Ian pulled out the cigarette case and opened it, holding a cigarette with a filter in his hand.

"Of course, I have sorted out the documents according to your request. These are the top secrets of the Prime Minister's Office. Will they really be useful to you?" Kristin picked up the lighter on the table and ordered Ian. Cigarette, immediately sitting beside Ian, leaned his head on the lover's shoulder.

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

"Bruce. Do you and the Germans... are you ready to work with the Germans?" Although Kristin had some hunches, she heard that her boyfriend admitted that she still could not accept it. After all, she was a traditional British woman. Growing up in a military family from an early age, the loyal and patriotic thoughts carried through her first half of her life.

"This is a **** and cruel war, not a trick played with tin soldiers in the game room. My dear, when all this is over, I promise you. I will answer all your questions." Ian took a deep breath. Cigarettes, pinched out cigarette butts.

He reached out and turned Kristin's face that had deflected back, then stepped forward and kissed the warm lips of the beautiful woman in front of him. At first, Miss Secretary was a little bit contradictory, and struggled a little, but under the strong deep kiss offensive of the man, she quickly broke into an army, and finally hugged the man's shoulder and made a warm response.

"My dear, I'm really scared..." Kristin's cheeks were flushed, and she raised her eyes pitifully and looked at Ian.

"Don't worry. I promise you no regrets. I'm really hooked on you, my beautiful lady. When everything is over, we will go to Europe to marry. Now, are you willing to marry me? Carolyn. Miss Christine." Ian pulled a velvet jewelry box out of her 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. Tell me if you meet someone you really love, put this ring on the finger of the other person, and then regardless of the distance How far, even if the thorns and thorns are to be taken, marry the man home." Ian said. While holding Christine's left hand, he took the ring out of the jewelry box and put it on his ring finger.

"Oh, I'm so happy, Bruce, I am willing. I am willing to be your wife." Christine couldn't help herself, she hugged Bruce Ian with tears in her eyes, and began to cry out loud. stand up.

The negative pressures of the past few weeks have all exploded at this moment. Miss Secretary was out of control for a moment, sobbing, and soaking the shoulder position of Ian's shirt.

"Okay, Christine, it's alright, my beauty." Ian patted the fiancee's back gently.

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

"I'm very happy, oooo..." The other party said he was crying with joy, and almost thought he couldn't marry.

"Okay, don't forget, we still have work to complete, and we are still at war." Ian held Christine's shoulders with both hands and looked at each other affectionately. He found that he really fell in love with this Smart girl.

"I know, wait a moment, I will wash my face, and then I will prepare the documents you want." Kristen rushed to the bathroom, she knew that the makeup on her face was crying, but could not let herself 'S fiance looked at himself in such awkward appearance.

"Don’t worry, we have time. The group of guys can’t give up easily. I’ll go out and do something, and I will come to you after an hour. Remember, before this, no one except me calls you to open the door, Don’t just leave this room, 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.

"It's about your safety, just listen to me, and remember not to open the door when anyone comes."

"I listen to you, Bruce." Christine stood at the door of the bathroom with a towel, watching Ian put on his coat and picked up the briefcase he brought.

"Promise me, Bruce, no matter what you are going to do, be careful." Christine felt a little worried, especially when she saw Ian pulled out a small pistol from her briefcase.

"I promise you, don't worry, I am an expert, my dear, I am an expert." Ian pulled a black tube from his briefcase and screwed the pistol muzzle.

"Wait for me for an hour, maybe it will be faster." Ian put the lengthened weapon in his briefcase, then stepped forward and kissed Christine's cheek.

"Don't take risks, I can't lose you." Miss Secretary pulled Ian's sleeve worried.

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

"What's wrong? Why did it take so long." Caorich stood against the wall of the corridor, playing with a gold coin in his hands. This is a piece of art from ancient Rome, derived from a Vatican agent, a devout to sick guy.

"Well, it's all settled. I just asked her to marry him just now." Ian slapped his briefcase on Caorich's chest and waited for the other person to hug him, and he freed his hands to adjust the sleeves of his shirt.

"She agreed?"

"accepted."

"Oh, God, you are such a lucky guy. Congratulations, Major Ian... Speaking of it, your name is really Bruce. Ian?" Caorich said with a smile holding a briefcase.

"Captain, you know our rules. Well, don't show this expression, you just need to know a little bit, and my name will be Bruce Ian from now on." Ian snatched the briefcase from Caorich, Striding toward the other end of the corridor, Caorich and his commando followed.

"I will remind you one last thing, no matter what the result. Churchill must be alive without 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 the commando. They said.

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

"Password!"

"Kingfisher, open the door quickly." Ian said to the guard in the uniform of the guard soldier over the door.

The soldiers of the Guards turned the handle vigorously and opened the door. A murky and hot air mixed with various strange smells came to the face.

"In order to prevent someone from releasing poisonous gas inside, they turned off the ventilation system of the main aisle." Ian turned back and said to Caorich.

"Your documents. Sir. And you, Captain." The gendarmerie standing by the door blocked Ian's way.

"Don't you know me? I belong to the War Department." Ian pulled out his ID from his pocket and gave it to Red Hat.

"How can I forget you, Mr. Ian, you know this is just a procedure. I have to act according to the regulations, the **** of the Guards have been staring at us." The gendarmerie tilted its head and leaned towards the guard soldiers sideways At first glance, the cover of the document was not opened at all, and the small book was directly returned to Ian.

"This is Major Frank of the Scottish Brigade, and his men. The Prime Minister ordered them to **** me over." Ian pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. Passed to the gendarmerie.

"I'm going to see the Prime Minister now, and I have sent the important documents he wants." Ian raised his briefcase.

"Want to search. It's a state secret."

"Of course not, Mr. Ian, and you, Major Frank." The gendarmerie took the cigarette with a smile.

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

Ian nodded at the gendarmerie, and then took Caorich and more than twenty heavily armed soldiers toward the office area.

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

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

This old underground shelter was built during the First World War. 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, boiler room, and generator room. , Exhaust engine room, etc., the remaining rooms have to be allocated to a large number of departments under the war cabinet. This number is not enough. Finally, a large number of departments were kicked out of the shelter and forced to move to the building. Go to the office.

The only ones left in the basement are Churchill’s command and staff, the wartime cabinet ministers’ offices, and the communications department. There are still many people waiting in the hallway outside the door of Churchill's office. In fact, everyone knew that everything was almost over at this time. They just forced themselves not to think about those things. People pretended to continue to work. The government was running smoothly, as if it would be safe.

"I'm Bruce Ian. The Prime Minister wants to see me." Ian took the soldiers to squeeze the crowd out of the hallway, and saw the menacing heavily armed soldiers, sitting on the guard at the small desk at the door. The soldier 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. He shook his head and replied, if I saw Ian carrying so many people behind him, His attitude will not be so relaxed.

"Look carefully again, Sergeant. Your name should be on your form." Ian stared at each other's eyes.

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

"I don't need you to report, I'll go in myself."

The two commandos had embraced the neck of the guard soldiers guarding the door of the office and pressed them to the wall of the corridor.

Ian glanced at the sergeant with a panicked expression, and turned back to open the office door.

As soon as I entered the door, Ian couldn't help but froze for a moment. I saw what looked like a miserable scene after the hurricane. There were blank forms, telegraph papers, and folders of various colors on the floor. Ian saw some of them Sealed with a conspicuous confidential seal. In the middle of the paper were scattered food residues and broken tableware, and a strong whiskey fragrance filled the air.

Churchill was sitting on a sofa leaning against the corner of the wall. His face was pale now, like a dead man, with deep gray eyes sockets, sagging bags under his eyes, skin on both cheeks collapsed, and skin folds on his neck All the way to the neckline of the hard shirt. Ian saw at a glance that the man had collapsed completely, both mentally and physically.

Before Ian entered the door, Churchill was staring blankly at the corner of the house. His eyes no longer had the aggressive sharpness of the year, but was dull and dull, and even lost his vitality. His advisors and staff gathered together on the other side of the house. It seemed that he was still intensively discussing some issues before.

Ian's intrusion broke the atmosphere in the room. "I've seen you, you are from the War Department... what's the matter with you, why is there no notification outside." Ismay asked aside.

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

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

"I'm Bruce Ian, the German Army Major. Your Excellency the Prime Minister, gentlemen, you are all captured."

"Guard..." a staff yelled, and with a clap like an applause, there was a small hole in his forehead.

"What a brave man, who is the next one of you." Ian said with a ppk waving his hand.

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thank. (To be continued.)