Assistant engineer Bill Danes held his briefcase and pushed open the door of the information room, but found that it was messy inside, with precious engine drawings and component models scattered all over the ground, and the light blue sunscreens were covered with black and gray footprints.

"Why are you here, Bill. But just so happens, I need you to do a favor." A voice sounded, and Danes looked at him and found that it was Henry Bourbon, who was in the R&D team with him.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a thin figure and a little bald. He usually liked to wear a pair of old-fashioned black-framed glasses. His appearance and behavior always seemed indescribable, so most people chose to keep a distance from him.

His position is a mechanical engineer, but his business ability can only be said to be average. Many professional fields are not as good as Bill Danes, so he is not popular in the research group. It is said that he was directly assigned by a superior company. I don’t know which department executive approach he is. In such an organization, you can’t do it without any ability and no connection.

The man is now squatting next to the open safe. It seems that he is checking the information files inside the safe. Danes noticed that the man was holding an open black leather bag at his feet.

"Mr. Bourbon, what's going on? Do you know what you're doing? These are confidential materials and you can't take out this room without permission." Danes turned around and looked around the information room.

"What happened here? Did you do this?"

"Don't worry about those things, come and take a look for me. Is this the drawings for Project 22?" Bourbon said holding a document with an indifferent expression.

"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 carrying out my mission. I'm actually the inspector sent by the Department of Aviation. This is my ID." Bourbon took out a small notebook from his arms and shook it at Danes. Before the other party could see it clearly, he took back his pocket.

"It's an emergency now. I will destroy the most important information here with the order of my superiors to prevent these valuable scientific research results from falling into the hands of the Germans." Bourben 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 sort out these things and seal them up, and wait for the head office to send someone to deal with them."

"The plan has changed, we can't take risks. Mr. Danes, come and help me see if the information about Project 22 is here." Bourbon stood there with a sideways, and he spoke in an orderly tone without hesitation.

"Okay OK, I'm just an assistant engineer and can't control the problems of you senior executives." Danes walked to the safe and looked through the documents inside. Because Boolean had been checked, it seemed a little messy.

"These are mkiv's plans, and there are also project No. 20... This is No. 22, and there are several copies, although there are no numbers, which are attached information. Why do you seem to have a few copies missing?" Danes began to search in the safe.

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

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

"These are indeed. These two are the second set of plans, and their awareness is a bit ahead of the curve, but their concept is very interesting." Danes took out two documents and handed them to Boolean.

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

“Is it about Project 22?”

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

"Let me find it out quickly, Mr. Bill, this is very important. By the way, think about it carefully, what else is missing." Bourbon put the previous documents back into his briefcase and began to read the two "advanced" materials.

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

"Aren't these two parts oil pipeline designs? Which concept is ahead of the curve?" Bourbon asked in confusion.

"I really didn't expect you to be quite an expert. Mr. Bourbon." Dains replied, the irony in his tone made Bourbon's face flush. He quickly raised his head, but found that Danes had a sarcastic smile on his face, and a pitch-black pistol was facing his head.

"Don't move, Mr. Bourbon, why are you serving? Don't tell me the ombudsman of the Aviation Department. Such lies can only deceive ignorant women and children. It seems that you are not a good actor, and your expression now has exposed everything." Daines leaned against the file cabinet and pressed his pistol against his waist. It can be seen that he is not a novice and must have received professional training before.

"My father served in India for fifteen years. When I was eight years old, I was an excellent shooter, so don't play tricks, stand up, slowly, Mr. Bourbon." Daines waved his gun slightly and signaled the other party to stand up.

"This is 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 and tell the police, Mr. Spy, turn around now, raise your hands, don't want to play tricks." Daines ordered. Boerben raised his hands helplessly, turned his back to his opponent. The assistant engineer walked forward carefully, pressed his gun against the other party's back, and began to search Boerben.

"Browning m1906? I didn't expect you to have a good taste." Danes took out the exquisite weapon from the other party's waist, looked down and put it in his pocket.

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

"Military Intelligence Department? What agency is this?"

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

"These go and say to 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, I'm doing a secret."

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

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

"Well. I believe, Mr. Intelligenceman."

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

"Oh? You still want to bribe me?"

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

"Speak." Danes seemed a little curious.

"Well, can I turn around? I don't like talking back to people."

"Okay, move slowly, don't mess around, my gun can be pointed at you." Danes took two steps back, leaving enough reaction distance.

"Look, Mr. Bill, I am indeed an agent of the British Imperial Affairs Bureau. My rank is a second lieutenant of the Army. I was sent to Ross-Royce to prevent someone from leaking secrets and preventing enemy spies from infiltration." Bourbon held his head with his hands, his face full of vulgarity. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like a legendary brave agent.

"You are like this..."

"Civil, I am a civilian, and counter-espionage is a mental labor."

"So what are you doing today? I think I understand, it turns out that you defected to the Germans." Danes raised his gun.

"No, no, don't get me wrong, how could I go to the Germans?"

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

"I am an American, and someone offered a very high reward. I also promised me that I would arrange a new identity and job there."

"American?"

"Yes, as long as I bring the information from Project 22 to the US Consulate, the transaction will be successful. I think so. Instead of destroying the information or being cheaper for Germans, it is better to use it as 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 understand, then the advice you give me is." Danes frowned and looked at the wretched man in front of him.

"If you agree, you can work with me. I think the wealthy Americans will not care about paying extra money. Look at Bill, I know your talents very well. After arriving in the United States, you may achieve higher achievements than here. The Germans will soon occupy this country, and you may never be able to stand out here. Work with me, Bill, you are a smart person and know what the right choice is." Bourbon noticed that the other party's attitude was a little loose, and he slowly put down his hands.

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

Bourbon felt that he should have dominated again, but the next moment, the former Military Intelligence Agency agent suddenly discovered that the young assistant engineer raised the gun.

It was a large-caliber military runner with a crisp and loud gunshot. The wooden door of the data room instantly splashed Bourbon's blood and brain matter.

Danes walked to the telephone in the information room, picked up the receiver, and turned the number turntable.

"Mr. Steven, I'm Danes. Some minor problems have happened. No, no, it's Boolean, yes, engineer, he is actually from the Military Intelligence Bureau. Yes, Military Intelligence Bureau, 6. But it seems that he has been bought and he wants to trick me into doing it with him. Well, it should be an American, but I can't be very sure yet. You know, yes... I've dealt with it, no, there's no one else in the building today. OK, then follow the original plan, no problem, thank you, Mr. Steven, you are so generous, my mother likes it very much. OK, then that's it, goodbye, Mr. Steven."

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

"What a stupid guy, no wonder I didn't like him from the beginning." Danes took out an iron kettle from his briefcase, then splashed the fuel around the information room, and finally poured the remaining half of the pot on Bourbon's body. Finally, he inserted a delayed fire tube into Bourbon's pocket. He twisted a brass sleeve on the fire tube, and the delayed starts.

After standing up and checking the room, Danes lifted up the briefcase full of confidential drawings and materials, pushed open the door and walked out of the information room.

On the first day of the New Year, I wish you a happy New Year in 2016, all the best, smooth work and good health. The new year has a new beginning. The starting point has launched a double monthly ticket system at the beginning of this month. You can vote for one monthly ticket as two. Don’t miss this opportunity and vote for all the monthly tickets in your hand to this book. This year, we will break the record of last year and create a new history. Thank you for your support. (To be continued.)
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