Late at night, Alfred. The lights were still on in Marshall's office. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The head of military intelligence is finishing the last thing at hand. Calm, calm, and responsible, his ability is appreciated and supported by Zhou Qingfeng.

Now, however, Marshall, who was the head of the Enclave's military advisory group to Cuba to assist Diego's forces, is writing a resignation. After Zhou Qingfeng captured Havana, he captured the entire advisory group, and as the head of the group, he not only saved his life after being captured, but was also asked to form a military intelligence bureau.

Let the captives do the most secret things, which is also the helplessness of Zhou Qingfeng after he arrived in Cuba due to the lack of talent. Luckily, however, he was right, and Alfred. Marshall's work in more than half a year was remarkable, ensuring stability and purity within the legion.

But Mr. Marshall was still leaving, and he had agreed with Zhou Qingfeng to return to the Enclave at the right time. Because his wife, children, and family are still waiting, he can't give it up. He even stated that he was just doing his job, and that he would not be able to keep the Legion a secret when he returned.

"Maybe I'll be arrested when I return to the Enclave and demand an account of all the secrets about the Aurora Legion." Marshall thought. But he was helpless, and he still had to write his resignation. Because for him, family is important.

Due to the peculiarities of the intelligence agency, Marshall can be said to have known a lot of secrets during his more than half a year in Havana. Except for some particularly secretive things in the Ministry of the Interior and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, as well as some work in the Legion Commander's Mutant Guard, there is nothing left that he does not know.

It was in this context that Marshall was deeply alarmed by the development of the legion after the occupation of Havana. An empire built from scratch, the ambition of all its builders, the vitality of society as a whole, and even its recklessness and fearlessness are intoxicating.

Marshall really enjoyed being in the Legion, and he could feel from the various data reports that the Legion was making new achievements every day, expanding its strength every minute.

Considering that the Legion had just occupied Havana, when it had only a few thousand personnel, and now that it encompassed the remnants of the entire Cuban population, and was still absorbing refugees from outside, it could sooner or later become a great country that dominated the country.

"It's a shame that I can't always grow with this empire, it's really sad." Marshall had thought about escaping after he was captured, but the cold of the nuclear winter cut off the possibility of a solo escape. And when he became the director of the intelligence bureau, the idea of escaping quickly faded.

Exploring a wilderness and discovering the hidden treasures is something that will be fascinating. However.......

After writing his resignation and placing it on the table, Marshall walked out of the building of the Military Intelligence Bureau with a simple suitcase and extremely modest manner. The news of his departure had become known to everyone, and everyone in the Intelligence Bureau building silently came out to see him off.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am glad to have your trust and service for more than half a year, and I am deeply grateful. I'm leaving today, but I'm definitely going to miss spending time with you in the future. Marshall, who was carrying a suitcase, bowed his head slightly and saluted everyone, and finally solemnly said 'goodbye'.

All senior staff throughout the Military Intelligence Directorate were recruited by Marshall, and he built the rules and regulations and culture of responsibility throughout the agency. He made all the plans of action in the early days, and he also imprinted his style and charm here, and it will be passed on for a long, long time.

Marshall's departure had been tacitly approved by Zhou Qingfeng, and when he walked out of the intelligence bureau building, he saw Ms. Nancy, one of the two wives next to the corps commander, who had come to see him off.

"Victor said he would be tempted to leave you behind if he came, because he really couldn't find someone else to replace you." Nancy laughed.

Marshall also smiled: "I am deeply honored to receive such praise from the Legion Commander. Believe me, I have an indescribable admiration for the Legion Commander personally, and the work he has created seems to me to be miraculous. Therefore...... I am deeply sorry for my departure. ”

At the end of the laugh, Marshall almost choked up. His achievements in the past six months are the real brilliance of his life, but now he still bows his head and sits in a departing car. Nancy also waved goodbye after giving a small gift.

Inside the car, Marshall opened the gift box, and inside was a large, unpolished rough diamond. He knew at a glance that it must have been sent by some African envoy the other day, and that it would be worth a fortune if it could be made into jewelry.

Inside the box was a note that said, 'For Alfred. Marshall, your abilities and conduct are as simple and rare as this natural diamond. ’

To get such an evaluation, Marshall almost burst into tears, and people who are dozens of years old still cry. In his opinion, Victor. Hugo is one of the few heroes in the world, and he has nothing else to ask for to be so evaluated by those he admires and admires.

The car will be bound for the airport, where Havana has established a direct connection with Houston and has regular flights between the two sides. And just halfway on, the driver suddenly braked, and even pulled out a gun to defend himself.

"What happened?"

"Someone is blocking the way."

Under the headlights, a thin old man appeared in front of the car. The other party laughed and ran up and knocked on the car window and shouted, "Mr. Marshall, I'm Dave from the Enclave Department of Commerce." I learned you're going back to Houston and want to get a ride, because we're colleagues from now on. ”

Seeing this old Jewish man in a little white hat, Marshall frowned. But he really couldn't refuse, so he could only let the other party get in the car.

"Huh? Your car is so comfortable! Dave is a familiar acquaintance, and after sitting in the carriage, he greeted him and asked directly: "Mr. Marshall, you have left the Aurora Legion, can I ask some questions as a colleague?" ”

What should come will come, and Marshall is ready. He nodded and said, "You ask." ”

"I have submitted several requests in my personal capacity to issue banknotes for the Legion, does Captain Hugo know about this?" Dave couldn't stand it, and he couldn't go directly to the top of the legion, so he could only intercept Marshall halfway to try to solve the puzzle.

"You're going to stop my car for this?" Marshall said.

"Yes." Dave clenched his fists and pleaded, "I will tell me the details of this question." I've been puzzled by this for a long time. ”

Marshall's nose was smoking, and he thought: I know a lot of secrets of the Legion, and you came to ask this irrelevant one?

"The Legion Commander saw your application, and I remember him smiling and saying, 'I'm not actually against issuing paper money, how can I trust a Jew who is in the Enclave?' Marshall gave the answer with a straight face.

"That's it?" Dave didn't expect it to be so simple, "The Legion Commander didn't refuse, he just didn't trust me enough, right?" ”

"Yes, the Legion's gold reserves are far from enough to mint currency, and the higher-ups have long planned to issue paper money. It's just that the Legion can't find a financial expert to trust at the moment. After Marshall finished speaking, he shouted to stop, "Okay, you can get out, I don't want you to take a hitchhike." ”

Dave didn't care about getting out of the car, but laughed gratefully. Knowing the crux of the problem, he knows how to solve it -- isn't it a matter of trust? To put it simply, it's a vote. Capital has no borders, and Judah does not need a homeland.

Chasing away the pesky Dave, Marshall huffs aboard a night flight and flies to Houston, the capital of the Enclave, a few hours later. After getting off the plane, he thought that a large number of agents who exuded a cold atmosphere would come to escort him away, but in fact, the airport was very deserted, and no one came to pick him up.

"What's going on?" Marshall, originally part of the Enclave Department of Defense, had been stationed in Diego a year earlier as a military adviser before being captured and dramatically becoming the enemy's military intelligence director. "I'm also in an important position in the enemy camp, and I've already been informed that I'm going to return."

Accustomed to the hustle and bustle of Havana, the deserted Houston made Marshall very uncomfortable. He walked out of the airport confused, only to find that he couldn't call a car or contact anyone.

"What the hell." Marshall had to run to the airport management with his suitcase and find a way to call his former superior, only to be picked up a few hours later by a disgruntled young officer.

"Mr. Marshall, won't you pick a suitable time to come back? It's not normal working hours in the middle of the night. The little officer who picked up the man was impatient and drove while yawning. Judging by his skewed attire and lazy stance, the devil knows how he managed to sneak into the Ministry of Defense.

Damn it!

Marshall cursed in his heart. In Havana, the Aurora Legion is trying its best to regularize its army and rack its brains to improve the quality of its officers and army. The corps commander is extremely strict with his soldiers, and he is always ready to fight.

But back in Houston, Marshall found a wasted young man in his early twenties actually hanging the rank of major in the Department of Defense. If this were to happen in Havana, Captain Hugo would be furious.

"Looks like the Ministry of Defense has forgotten about me." Marshall complained in a low voice, and his mood fell to a low point after being snubbed, and he was simply ignored.

"Hahaha...... Mr. Marshall, it's ridiculous that you complain like this. Do you have a background? Do you have a backstage? Do you have a future? With all due respect, you're just a reserve officer who was demoted and was going to be sent to Mexico for retirement, don't think too highly of yourself. ”

The petty officer's taunt made Marshall angry, and he couldn't help but say: "I have been the head of the intelligence bureau in the Aurora Legion for more than half a year, and I know ....... ”

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted, and the little officer shrugged his shoulders indifferently, raised his finger and shook it: "Believe me, no one cares about your experience in Cuba now. A lot has happened in Houston in the past six months, and our impression of that small island in the South has changed.

Any idea what we call the head of the broken legion now? Vegetable sellers! Hahaha......, vegetable seller! ”

Hearing such a contemptuous call, Marshall's face turned blue with anger. He really wanted to roar loudly: "You have made the hero Victor. Hugo as a 'vegetable seller'? You despise him like this, sooner or later you will pay the price! ”