Bismarck

"In my opinion, the next move of the German army should be to cooperate with the Japanese army to gain control of the sea in the Indian Ocean. Prime Minister, we are about to lose Southeast Asia, and India, which is a very important source of raw materials for us, will be their next target. However, the top brass of the Japanese army seems to be a little arrogant recently. They have completely ignored some potential threats. My intelligence network in Asia has obtained a lot of valuable intelligence, some of which was even provided by China. It really makes people sigh at the cleverness of these yellow people."

"I did underestimate these skinny little guys. It seems the situation requires us to step up our cooperation." Churchill sighed, and relaxed his chubby body, which had become much lighter, in the seat. He even looked quite naive.

"By the way, William, tell me how the investigation of "those" things is going. It is said that there is more than one in our Royal Navy. I don't mean anything else. If these so-called "evil spirits" can be used by the Royal Navy, the pressure of the situation will be greatly reduced."

"Mr. Prime Minister, I have already got some information about this. After working with my colleagues in the Fifth Division, I discovered that there are two "Ship Spirits" in the Royal Navy. Oh, you may not know that "Ship Spirits" is a name I gave to distinguish it from the "evil spirits" of the German sauerkrauts."

William is actually not very interested in these weird things. As long as they can be used, he can discard them as pawns at any time. Everything is for the benefit of the country, including himself.

Of course, his niece, little Heloise, was an exception. No one could touch her until she found a suitable boyfriend, otherwise he would let those bastards who dared to touch her experience what real torture was - his identity, the head of intelligence, also enabled him to do this.

In a way, poor William has become obsessed with his niece.

"We have confirmed the existence of the sunken Hood and Warspite. In fact, we noticed the "ship ghost" of the Warspite a long time ago. Her abnormal speed and hit rate far exceeded the capabilities of her sister ships. I asked the shipyard about these things, and they said that even if they were used to the limit of the design, such a situation would not occur. In fact, they were also very confused, so no matter how Cunningham covered it up, it was ineffective. As for Admiral Tovey, he admitted it honestly, which was unexpected, but he didn't know much. He didn't know anything except the faster speed and artillery accuracy. It was useless to ask, so we gave up further investigation."

"Are you sure you can pry open Cunningham's mouth?"

"I need your help on this point, Prime Minister. It is impossible for me to accomplish it alone. The relevant documents have been prepared and only require signatures." William took out a piece of agreement with densely written small characters from his briefcase and handed it to the fat Prime Minister who was slumped opposite him.

"Is this it... Oh my God, this thing actually works? You are crazy!"

Churchill, who had just been relaxing in his chair, suddenly jumped up like a shrimp, held up the edge of the table with both hands, and stared at William as if he was going to overturn the table.

"Are you sure you can get the king's approval?"

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Prime Minister. You know the relationship between me and His Majesty the King. Everything is in my plan. If something goes wrong, I am willing to take full responsibility."

"Do you really want to do this? It's not easy to deal with that after the war."

"No problem." William's voice did not waver at all. He stared at the Prime Minister in front of him without fear, and the air between the two of them froze.

"........................"

"........................"

"Hey, I give up, I give up. You really deserve to be called the 'James Moriarty of the intelligence community'. I, with my old bones, will go crazy with you one more time. I've already signed it, take it."

The fat Prime Minister took a puff of his cigar, as if he had given up thinking, and said with a big laugh.

"You are as insidious as ever. Fortunately, you are not my political enemy, otherwise Great Britain will be in chaos again."

"Thank you for the compliment. How can my talent compare to yours? As the Chinese say, I am the "fluorescent light of rotten grass" and you are the "bright moon in the sky". How can the two be compared?"

"Alright, alright, stop flattering me. Now that you've got what you want, get out of here. I need some quiet time. I've been too busy lately."

"Yes! Prime Minister!"

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William J. Wyatt

Male

英国

36 years old

The current director of MI6 holds a double doctorate in psychology and mathematics.

Major General

Fought against the Germans in France

Faction: Law. Evil

"The James Moriarty of Intelligence"

"A ghost that shouldn't exist"

Father: Preston Henry Wyatt

Mother: Andrea Herna Wyatt

Brother: Bruce Antonios Wyatt

His background can be said to be too good. Both his parents were big entrepreneurs and he received a very good education in his childhood. He has strong language analysis skills and mathematical talent. He can use 8 different languages ​​​​well (including Chinese). He has written some papers on mathematics and psychology, which were popular at the time. At the age of 19, he met George VI, who was ten years older than him. The two had a very good relationship and called each other by their first names.

In 1925, he traveled to China and met Li Shuwen, who was already in his twilight years, in Changsha, Hunan. At first, he was skeptical of his ability, but after challenging him, he was beaten by the old man. Despite his family's opposition, he sincerely worshipped him as his master. Seeing his sincere attitude, Li made an exception and accepted him as his apprentice. He practiced hard under him for 4 years, but finally had to leave and return home due to the intervention of his family, leaving behind a good story. (This is where he is different from Mo. Mo is a pure bad guy, while William's worldview was corrected by Mr. Li)

He still maintains the habit of practicing martial arts and often waves a large gun around, scaring the neighbors into calling the police.

He joined the army in 1930 and applied for the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst. He graduated first in his grade and joined the British Army with the rank of lieutenant upon graduation.

He was promoted to lieutenant colonel in 1934 and served as a first-level staff officer in the headquarters. When he learned of Li Shuwen's death, his face turned pale and he remained silent. His request to go to China to express condolences was rejected. He could only hold his head and cry in front of the portrait, shouting in Chinese: "Alas! How could the teacher die at this time!" He also wrote a poem "Mourning the Divine Gun".

At the end of 1936, he returned to the country with the permission of his superiors to comfort his close friend George VI, who was about to become king.

After 1937, he was transferred to Palestine as the commander of the th Infantry Brigade of the th Division and was promoted to colonel.

In 1938, under the leadership of Montgomery, the Palestinian armed uprising was suppressed.

In early 1939, he started working in intelligence and met Stuart Menzies, the newly appointed director of MI. Because his parents and brother were entrepreneurs, the two started a not very close collaboration. Menzies appreciated William's talent and invited him to join MI, but was politely declined. The former retained the letter of recommendation.

When the war broke out in 1939, he followed Montgomery to fight in Europe.

In 40, he was promoted to the rank of brigadier general for his outstanding military achievements.

He managed to escape back to his country during the Dunkirk period, but lost all his relatives in the bombing of London. He inherited a huge fortune and adopted his niece Heloise.

Later, due to the Bletchley Park incident and the intervention of Menzies' recommendation letter, he was promoted to Director of the Sixth Department and awarded the rank of Major General.

MI6: King and His Court

Buckingham Palace is located in Westminster, London. This royal palace, which was built in the 17th century, is known as one of the five famous palaces in the world. Its decoration style is extremely luxurious, and kings of all dynasties have stayed here.

However, now it is a tragic scene. The originally white and beautiful walls have been made dirty and messy by the shock wave and smoke from the bomb. The walls carved with beautiful reliefs have also been disfigured. The maintenance workers are carrying simple tools and scaffolding.

Although their own palace was bombed by the Germans, it did not reduce their enthusiasm for work, because everyone knew that their king was still staying in there, living a life of hunger and cold. So as the king's subjects, they naturally had to follow this brave king and fight to the end.

But the recent situation really makes it hard to be optimistic, especially the current situation of the Royal Navy and the war situation in Southeast Asia.

George VI's heart was almost broken. The already limited treasury had been used to buy equipment and raw materials, and now his own palace had a huge cost of repair. The Royal Navy, which used to be the most powerful, was destitute after being beaten by the German "Evil Spirit" battleships, and the Japanese added fuel to the fire by sending the only two remaining "Glorious" class aircraft carriers to the bottom of the sea.

As far as he knew, everyone in the Royal Navy now hated the "German crew" with a vengeance. Marshal Pound would shout in his dreams: "Blow these bastards into pieces!" He would cry and laugh at times, looking both funny and pitiful.

They no longer care about whether it is an evil spirit or not. If they can find a being that can rival those things, the navy won’t care what the hell you are. Damn it.

In the huge 40-acre royal garden of Buckingham Palace, William Wyatt and His Majesty the King are playing a tennis game on the court escorted by the Royal Guards. The Wimbledon Tennis Open was once held here, and George VI even played here with tennis champion Fred Perry.

"Hey, Bertie! Stay focused and catch the ball!"

"Of course. It's a piece of cake!"

William and George both play very well, and they have won and lost against each other. The difference in scores on the scoreboard is not that big, so they can be said to be evenly matched. Although he stutters, it does not affect his physical performance at all.

"Bertie, what do you think of my proposal? I know it's difficult for you, but the rewards will definitely be beyond your imagination! Hey!" William said as he hit the tennis ball back to the king.

"I...I've thought about it, and it's probably...no problem. The royal family still has some private...private property. If we add up our assets, there shouldn't be any problem. If...it's really as you said, and that ship...ship spirit stands on our side, I'll be very...happy."

"As I said, Bertie, the returns on these investments may not appear immediately, and we may not even see these results in our lifetime, but if we take a long-term view, the future impact on our British Empire will be very beneficial. Maybe your daughter and my niece will witness it all."

"Is she... is she really that magical? She can transform the ship... the materials on the ship... into various things?"

"I discovered this based on the report of the port agent. He witnessed it all with his own eyes. It was truly a miraculous power. I even have a bold guess that the VT fuze and cavity magnetron technologies might have been used by the Germans because of them."

"Then...then you...you mean, if this force...power is used...by our scientific research unit, our...technological level can...take a leap forward?"

"That's right!"

"That's really........."

"Dad! Mr. William! Little Heloise just ignores me!"

On the nearby lawn, three little girls were seen running towards the tennis court. Except for the oldest one leading the way, the other two seemed a little reluctant. Behind them were two miserable royal guards who were trying hard to keep up with the girls' pace.

"Sister, Mr. William and father are playing tennis... You can't disturb them."

"I don't care! I want to find my father!"

"........."

"Oh! Elizabeth? Margaret? Why...why are you here? Aren't you...playing with Heloise?" The king's attention turned to the lawn, and he was obviously very interested in what was happening.

"There's a flaw!" William seized the opportunity.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

With a whistle and a shout from His Majesty the King, the temporary referee from the Royal Guard gave the result of the match and then ran back to his post sweating profusely.

"12 to 9, I won!"

"You...you haven't changed at all. You are still as sinister as ever!"

"Of course, Your Majesty, I must be elegant while also being insidious and cunning. This is my life code."

"I really...I really can't do anything with you...anyway, let's just go and see what's happening with the kids."

"of course can."

The children were already very close, and William and George could clearly see the faces and clothes of the three girls. In the sunlight, they were as beautiful as angels descending from heaven.

The two princess sisters were originally studying at Windsor Castle, which was a very safe place and they did not have to worry about German bombing. However, the Battle of Britain had recently ended and the Germans were driven back to their homeland. The two princesses also began to go home regularly to visit their father.

At least for their own daughter, the two men care about her in every sense.

"Dad! Mr. William! Does Heloise hate me? I gave her all my favorite dolls, but she still ignored me... woooooo"

Margaret looked quite aggrieved and her eyes were filled with tears. This was true. Heloise rarely showed her emotions to outsiders. William took care of it himself and also hired many psychologists, but the effect was not very obvious.

"You are just too enthusiastic. Little Heloise is shy to begin with, and you scared her."

Queen Elizabeth II was quite helpless. She hugged her shoulders and complained to the two adults.

(Heloise:indifference.jpg)

"But I.....wuwuwu(；д；)"

"Okay, okay, girls, you have to try to understand each other. Your Highness Margaret, what do you like?"

"Cute dolls! And beautiful clothes!"

"Where's Heloise?"

"Emm.....National chess, and mathematics."

"You see, since you like different things, communication will only be stiff and rigid. You should understand what others like but not imitate them. Do what you like, and the relationship will naturally become harmonious. Don't cause trouble to others. There is an old Chinese saying, "Do not impose on others what you do not want others to do to you." The principle is roughly the same."

"So am I wrong?"

"No, no my little princess, your intentions are good, so you did nothing wrong, do you understand?"

"Oh~"

"Heloise, be polite when you treat others, don't end up like this."

"Ah."

"Hmm....Well, William is right, William is right."

George echoed.

"Okay, kids! It's lunch time! The chefs have prepared delicious cakes for you! Come over here!"

Not far away, George VI's wife, Queen Elizabeth, called out loudly, and the aroma of food could be vaguely smelled.

"And you two, come here quickly! You must be tired after playing tennis all afternoon!"

"Ohhh! Time to eat cake! Come on, sister! Come over here too, Heloise. Today's lunch is roasted hare!"

The queen smiled very gently. She was indeed a very good wife. There were rumors that George VI and his wife had a bad relationship, but when William saw George looking at his wife like a pervert, he thought it was all bullshit.

(Hey, what do you think╮(‵▽′)╭My niece is pretty, right?)

(Humph╭(╯^╰)╮It’s obvious that my two daughters are prettier, and you, a single dog, don’t even have a wife'_>`)

(What! How dare you poke my sore spot! Ugh...Σ(°Д°; the pain of this older single man...)

The eye contact between the two men was quite intense, but the guards nearby only saw two grown men staring at each other in a gay way. One was the king, and the other was the head of intelligence and a big shot around Churchill. It was really confusing.

Should we report this to Her Majesty the Queen?

Chapter 540: Far East War

Admiralty building, Berlin.