"Brother, are you dreaming? How could MI6 have these people?"
“Weren’t they the ones who won the unknown world war?”
Galahad rolled his eyes. He could see that there are always some problems with capable people. Although Chen Mo is very accurate with his gun, he must be mentally ill. Although the British Empire has recruited many Uncle Hei and Asan, but
There is no shame in sending women to the battlefield.
In fact, during World War II, women held up a large part of the sky. They not only worked in factories, manufacturing various supplies for the front line, but also worked in the radar department, intelligence department, and even fought behind enemy lines. However, the black female aristocrats of Dutch origin and the violent defeat of the German army
The female soldiers of the Indian National Army are like another egg of Mustache, they do not exist at all.
After drinking a few cups of coffee outside and ordering two pieces of cake, the office door opened and a group of people in suits and military uniforms hurried out. The female officer at the end of the team, Chen Mo, was naturally very familiar to her.
"Chief Carter!"
When Galahad saw the other person, he immediately stepped forward to say hello. The school title on his shoulder was not just a decoration.
"Galahat, you came back so soon? Did you know that we also discussed your actions at the meeting? You are the second major thing the Overseas Operations Office has done in the past six months!"
Agent Carter seemed a little excited. From 1941 to 1942, the Allies were struggling on all fronts. Except for the Eastern Front and North Africa, they had almost no ability to launch large-scale operations. Therefore, the United Kingdom continued to carry out various small-scale operations in Western Europe.
The biggest result of the special operations was the assassination of Reinhard Heydrich. He was the second-ranking figure in the SS, second only to Himmler, the chicken farm owner, and Galahad killed him.
Another major general was also the commander of the gendarmerie in Paris, which undoubtedly gave a shot in the arm to resistance organizations throughout Europe.
"Well, actually we can complete the task easily, and we have to thank this Mr. Serente. He is the only sharpshooter in the world, a very, very rare kind. His record in two days has exceeded one.
One hundred and sixty-eight, never an empty gun!"
Galahad glanced at Chen Mo and then emphasized.
"Wow, this is really true!"
Carter glanced at Chen Mo, who was really nodding and smiling at her. She thought that the handsome Chen Mo was some kind of liaison sent by Kong Yige. She didn't expect that the combat power was so strong. She didn't doubt that Galahad was there.
Lie, the two parties have worked together for more than two years, so they naturally know each other's character very well.
Maybe the program could consider more candidates?
An idea came to Peggy Carter's mind, but was quickly rejected by her. She did not have any suggestion or decision-making power in the plan. She only represented MI6 to check the implementation progress of the plan.
"Then I wish you a happy stay in London. I still have a flight to catch. Goodbye!"
"Oh, wake up, I'm back to my senses, my drool is all over my pants!"
Chen Mo slapped Galahad on the back. The latter blushed and wiped the corners of his mouth inadvertently, only to realize that Chen Mo was lying to him.
"You like Chief Carter?"
"This is just a friendly relationship between colleagues, there is no such thing as like or dislike..."
"Is that so? Then you are so fascinated by looking at other people's backs?"
"Okay, I have a little good impression, just a little bit!"
Galahat, who was embarrassed by Chen Mo's look, could only raise his right hand, then rub his thumb and index finger a short distance apart and explain.
"Then it looks like you have no chance!"
Chen Mo sympathized with the older brother in front of him. He was already in his thirties and had a Mediterranean appearance. He still had average looks and few muscles on his body. How could you compete with Captain Shi Aimin?
Galahad wanted to say something else, but the boss's secretary nodded and indicated that they could go in, so Galahad immediately returned his focus to work and entered the room to report to Memphis.
What made Galahad a little disappointed was that his boss didn't pay much attention to Chen Mo and didn't even plan to meet him. After coming out of the room, he apologized to Chen Mo apologetically.
"What's there to apologize for? It's normal for your director not to see me!"
Chen Mo was not disappointed. Memphis' daily work was even busier than Churchill's. The latter could still find time to knit and hold meetings while Memphis didn't even have time to knit. Europe, Asia, Africa, America, four Regional intelligence is continuously fed into this underground fortification every day. Even if a large number of documents are screened out, the remaining documents can still pile up like a mountain. For Memphis, it doesn't matter whether Chen Mo can fight or not. His mission is just Ensure that Britain can continue to fight.
"Let's go, I'll take you to apply for documents, and then you will be a member of my action team!"
After Galahad took Chen Mo around several offices, Chen Mo suddenly transformed into an agent of the Special Operations Division. He even gave himself a nickname called Pangolin. Although it sounded very careless, it was For a period of time, in order to win the war, Britain released a lot of prisoners in prisons, not to mention unidentified people like Chen Mo.
"Your nickname is really ugly! Why do you call it pangolin?"
"Maybe it's because I sound high-end! If that doesn't work, I'll change it to something better! How about Lawrence of Arabia?"
"Please let Colonel Lawrence go, he has been dead for seven years!"
Galahad was too lazy to argue with Chen Mo anymore. He handed Chen Mo a stack of banknotes. This was an action bonus. As the main DPS, Chen Mo naturally got a share of it. Although the money seemed quite a lot, in London now, Whether we can buy anything to eat or drink is another question.
"Let's go have a drink first and celebrate!"
Galahad took Chen Mo to the bar with a smirk on his face, because according to tradition, the newlyweds had to pay for all the expenses. However, when he arrived at the bar, he realized that something was wrong.
Other agents who had arrived at the bar early had already boasted about Chen Mo's achievements. Although the audience was skeptical, the boss was really cheerful. No matter if he was true or not, as long as the Germans died, I would be happy. Today's beer is free, everyone. Drink whatever you want!
What made Galahad even more depressed was what happened next. Usually when he went to the bar, there would always be a beautiful lady wearing a short skirt and a tight jacket sitting on his lap, coquettishly wanting to hear his heroic deeds, but now he enjoys The person receiving this treatment was Chen Mo, while he was squeezed into a corner by the crowd. After drinking his beer, he asked the boss for a refill. In the end, he only got the answer "You don't have long hands."
"Oh, the world is so cold!"
Galahad could only silently drink the bitter wheat beer.