"Bruce, how's it going out there now?" Miss Christine took the coat from Ian and hung it on a coat hook in a corner of the secretary's room.

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

"Then what are we going to do, God, Bruce, now I can only count on you." The Prime Minister's Chief Confidential Secretary leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, looking expectantly at the handsome face in the washroom.

"Don't worry, my dear, everything is under my control." After taking off the towel from the hook and wiping his face and hands, Ian turned around and walked to the bathroom door, put his arms around Christine's waist, and then kissed each other fiercely.

"Listen, honey, I'm so scared, it's like a nightmare." Christine raised her head in fright, and through the snorkel, there were faint bursts of fierce gunfire.

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

"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 has vast powers and is almost omnipotent.

"Honey, are you ready for what I say?" Ian pulled out his 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 useful to you?" Christine picked up the lighter on the table, lit a cigarette for Ian, and then sat down next to Ian, resting her head on her lover's shoulder.

"Of course it works. This is what the German government needs most right now. Ian took a drag on his cigarette and said with a smile.

"Bruce, are you on the Germans' side...... Are you ready to work with the Germans? Although Christine already had some premonitions, she still couldn't accept it when she heard her boyfriend admit it in person, after all, she was a traditional British woman who grew up in a military family, and her loyal and patriotic thoughts were implemented throughout the first half of her life.

"This is a bloody and brutal war, not a trick of tinkering with tin soldiers in the game room. My dear, when this is all over. I promise you, I will answer all your queries for you. Ian took a deep drag on the cigarette and snuffed out the cigarette butt.

He reached out and turned Christine's deflected face back, then stepped forward and kissed the warm lips of the beauty in front of him hard. Miss Secretary had a little resistance at first, and struggled slightly, but under the man's strong deep kiss offensive, she quickly collapsed, and in the end, she hugged the man's shoulders and responded enthusiastically.

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

"Don't worry, I will never go back on what I promised you, I'm really obsessed with you. My beautiful lady, when it's all over, we'll go to Europe to get married. Now, will you marry me? Caroline. Miss Christine. Ian pulled out a velvet jewelry box from his pocket. Lifting the lid, a sparkling ruby ring sits in the center.

"This is our family heirloom, before we leave home. My grandmother gave it to me and told me that if I met someone I really loved, I would put the ring on their finger and marry that person home, no matter how far apart they were. Ian said as he took Christine's left hand, and he took the ring out of the jewelry box and placed it on the other's ring finger.

"Oh, I'm so happy, Bruce, I do, I want to be your wife." Christine was so excited that she hugged Bruce with tears in her eyes. Ian began to cry loudly.

The negative pressure of the past few weeks all exploded at this moment, and the secretary lost control of her emotions and sobbed for a while, soaking Ian's shirt shoulder.

"Alright, Christine, it's all right, my beauty." Ian gently patted his fiancée on the back.

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

"I'm very happy, woo woo woo ......" the other party said that he cried with joy, almost thinking that he couldn't get married.

"Well, don't forget, we still have work to do, and we're still at war." Ian took Christine's shoulders in both hands and looked at each other affectionately, and he realized that he was indeed in love with this clever girl.

"I know, wait a minute, I'll wash my face, and then I'll go get the paperwork you want." Christine rushed to the bathroom, she knew that the makeup on her face was crying, but she couldn't let her fiancé look like this.

"There's no rush, we have time. Those guys couldn't give up easily. I'll go out on some errands and come back to you in an hour, and remember, until then, don't open the door or leave this room if anyone calls you but me, even if the Prime Minister calls you. Ian walked over to the coat rack and took off his coat.

"Why? My dear. Christine asked in the bathroom.

"It's your safety, just listen to me, and remember that no one should open the door."

"I listen to you, Bruce." Christine stood at the bathroom door with a towel and watched as Ian got his coat on and picked up the briefcase he had brought.

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

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

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

"Don't risk it, I can't lose you." Miss Secretary worriedly tugged at Ian's sleeve.

"I'm not going to risk it, we're going to have a big wedding, I promise." Ian gave the other a dazzling smile and patted the back of Christine's hand. Turned around and opened the door and walked out of the secretary's room.

"Did something go wrong? How did it take so long. Kaoririch stood against the wall of the hallway, boredly playing with a gold coin, an ancient Roman work of art from a Vatican agent, a sickly pious.

"Well, it's all settled, and I just proposed to her." Ian slapped his briefcase on Kaoririch's chest, and after the other man hugged him, he freed his hands to straighten the cuffs of his shirt.

"She agreed?"

"Promised."

"Oh God. You're such a lucky guy, congratulations, Major Ian...... Speaking of which, your name is really Bruce. Ian? Kaoririch said with a grin as he hugged his briefcase.

"Captain, you know our rules. Well, don't show that look, you just need to know that from now on my name is Bruce. Ian. Ian snatched the briefcase from Kaoririch and strode across the hallway. Kaoririch followed with his commandos.

"I would like to conclude by reminding everyone that no matter what the outcome, Churchill must be alive and not allowed to be harmed in any way. This is the order of the Führer. Ian said as he stood in front of the blast door in the core area, turning to the commandos.

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

"Password!"

"Kingfisher, open the door." Ian said to the guards in the uniforms of the Guards on the other side of the door.

The Guards soldier turned the handle vigorously. When the door was opened, a wave of turbid and hot air mixed with all kinds of strange smells came to my face.

"In case someone releases poison gas inside. They turned off the ventilation system of the main passage. Ian turned back to Kaoririch.

"Your papers, sir. And you, Captain. The gendarmes standing by the door blocked Ian's group.

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

"How could I have forgotten you, Mr. Ian, you know it's just the procedure, I have to do what I do, that group of Guards mongrels have been watching us." The gendarme tilted his head and glanced at the Guards soldiers on the side, and without opening the cover of the ID, he handed the small notebook back to Ian.

"This is Major Frank of the Scottish Brigade, and his men, who were ordered by the Prime Minister to escort me over." Ian pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and handed it to the gendarme.

"I'm going to see the prime minister right now, and I've sent him important documents." Ian raised the briefcase in his hand.

"Do you want to search it? This is a state secret. ”

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

"No problem, let it go." The gendarme said to the soldiers of the Guards.

Ian nodded to the gendarmes, and then led Kaoririch and more than twenty heavily armed soldiers towards the office area.

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

"There's a classified document in there, and as for the weapon, I have a license to carry this gun."

This old underground shelter was built during the First World War, and the core area was not large, with a total of only more than 30 rooms, except for the necessary kitchen, dining room, bathroom, toilet, material warehouse, boiler room, generator room, exhaust engine room, etc., the remaining rooms had to be allocated to a large number of departments under the wartime cabinet, which was simply not enough, and finally a large number of sub-departments were kicked out of the shelter and forced to move to the upstairs office.

All that remained in the basement was Churchill's command and staff structure, the offices of the wartime cabinet ministers, and the communications department. In the hallway outside Churchill's office, there were still plenty of people waiting to be summoned. In fact, everyone knew that it was almost over, and they just forced themselves not to think about it, and people pretended that they were still working, and that everything was going well, as if they would be safe.

"I'm Bruce. Ian. The Prime Minister wants to see me. Ian and his soldiers squeezed through the crowd in the hallway, and saw the menacing and heavily armed soldiers, and the Guards sergeant sitting at the small desk in the doorway put his hand under the table.

"Your name is not on the list, sorry Mr. Ian, I can't let you in." The sergeant flipped through the form on the table, and he shook his head and replied that if he hadn't seen so many people behind Ian, his attitude would not have been so relaxed.

"Look closer, Sergeant, your form should have my name on it." Ian stared into the other's eyes.

"Oh yes, I missed it, there's you, Bruce. Mr. Ian. Please wait, I'll let you know. The sergeant wanted to get up, but was pushed back into his seat by a large hand behind him.

"I don't need you to tell me, I'll go in by myself."

Two commandos had already put their arms around the necks of the Guards guarding the door of the office, and pressed them against the wall of the hallway.

Ian glanced at the sergeant with a panicked look on his face, turned around and pushed open the office door.

Upon entering, Ian couldn't help but pause, and what he saw was a miserable scene after the passage of a hurricane, with blank forms, telegram paper, and folders of various colors covered on the floor, some of which Ian saw at a glance were still stamped with conspicuous secret seals. There were also some food scraps and broken cutlery scattered in the middle of the paper, and the strong smell of whiskey filled the air.

Churchill sat on a couch in the corner, his face now pale as a dead man, his blue-gray eye sockets sunken, his bags drooping, the skin on his cheeks crumbling, and the folds of skin on his neck that reached the collar of his stiff shirt. Ian could see at a glance that the man was completely broken, both mentally and physically.

Before Ian entered, Churchill was staring blankly at the floor in the corner of the house, his eyes no longer as sharp as they had been aggressively, but dull and even lifeless. His advisors and staff members had gathered at the other end of the house, as if they were still discussing something hotly.

Ian's intrusion shatters the atmosphere in the room. "I've seen you, you're from the War Department...... What's the matter with you, why is there no report 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 sense the other man's gaze, and he frowned and turned his face to look at the young man standing in the middle of his office.

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

"I'm Major Bruce in the German Army. Ian. Your Excellency Prime Minister, gentlemen, you have all been taken prisoner. ”

"Guards......" a staff officer shouted, and with a sound like applause, a small hole appeared in his head.

"What a brave man, who of you is next." Ian said, waving the PPK in his hand.

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Thank. (To be continued.) )