Bismarck

"You two, what happened?" Nan Yun asked curiously.

"It's okay, let's continue." Lütjens shook his head and put the letter in his arms.

Result of the threat: Mistaken letter

"Andre, are you serious? This is what the Germans call "advanced technology"? Look at what rubbish this is!"

At the desk in the MI6 headquarters, William looked at his adjutant with a gloomy face. Although the minister was not very angry, his gloomy face was still chilling:

"…Except for a sketch of processing technology for hollow cooling blades of turbine engines that can use low-end materials, which is somewhat valuable—and it’s only a sketch—the information on VT fuzes with similar technical content to our similar products is relatively complete. The rest is just scattered information, and nothing can be seen!!"

"That's right, Mr. Minister, we only brought back part of the technical data this time. It was my mistake!" Facing the furious BOSS, Adjutant Andre could only bow his head and admit his mistake.

"Not only did they kill an ordinary Japanese soldier, but they also brought back such useless things! You have to remember that every special forces member and agent of our MI6 is a valuable asset that has been trained and infiltrated with great time. We cannot afford any unnecessary risks and losses! Fortunately, I ordered the commander to put some "gifts" into the box for Lütjens and Nanyun before the operation, otherwise we would have suffered a great loss. How is the handover going?"

"Neither the Japanese nor the German side responded. It seems that they don't want this to be spread. Our media is ready to publicize it. What a pity! It would be better if Lütjens was killed in the bombing!"

"Humph, if only that were the case! You know, according to our intelligence, the Prinz Eugen even dared to override the captain assigned to her by the German army. It is not difficult to understand why Raeder was so repulsive to Lütjens - maybe even the Austrian corporal was repulsive!" William sighed helplessly. He had been working so hard for the interests of the Allies recently that he almost missed Heloise's birthday by working overtime every day. "But it seems that their losses this time are not great... Never mind, only science can fight against magic... Whether we can catch up in technology depends on our American allies."

As William spoke, he picked up a document, tapped the table twice, and said to Andre, "Andre, take a good look at this VT fuze technology. The initial product is exactly the same as ours! These Germans only know how to copy. It's all because of those damn German 'evil spirits'! This attack was also discovered by them! Tell me, if Lütjens and Nanyun were killed, how much trouble would we save."

"You also know that's impossible..." Andre looked quite speechless. It was not the first time that his boss complained about the evil spirit of the warship.

"By the way, Sir William, I have always had a question."

"Go ahead."

"Why did you send that unclear but threatening letter?"

Andre had also read the letter. The content was full of frivolous and arrogant tone, giving a feeling that a villain was in power, which was completely different from William's own style.

"Well, it's actually an insurance plan, but the method is a bit extreme." William shrugged.

"Insurance plan?"

"Yes, it's just a free insurance plan for the enemy. When the "ship spirit" of the Warspite explained her abilities to me, you were there, right? That kind of power is really terrifying. We can't really master it. The Germans can't, and neither can we."

"But what has this to do with what is in the letter?"

"You also know from your previous intelligence investigation that the 'evil spirit' and Lütjens have a very close relationship and are almost getting married."

"Yes."

"Then do you know what the consequences would be if we really got rid of Miss Lily? Let me give you an analogy. What would happen if a person who steals bird eggs was witnessed by a female bird?"

"I think I understand, Your Excellency. A mother's fury... and it comes from an evil spirit. I'm afraid we will be retaliated wildly, and for the already extremely fragile British Empire, this will undoubtedly make the situation worse."

"You really didn't let me down, Andre." William nodded with satisfaction. He looked very happy that his adjutant had finally shown his smartness.

"But why should we send that letter to them? Why not just ask our agents to remove Miss Lily from the blacklist? There is no need to send a letter."

"Just because we don't do it doesn't mean the Americans and the Soviets won't do it. I haven't reached that far yet. Do you think our allies will listen to a verbal warning? The top brass has no intention of exposing the existence of Warspite to others, so there is not enough evidence to convince them."

"So your plan is to use this letter to get Lütjens to ensure his daughter's safety himself?"

"You've seen the abnormal abilities of the ship spirit. I don't want to get into trouble. I've been too busy with work recently. This incident really scared me. According to an old Chinese saying, my approach is to "provoke the enemy." Of course, whether they care about their daughters or not is up to them."

To be honest, William never expected Lütjens and "Bismarck" to understand the true meaning behind the letter, but even if they misunderstood, it didn't matter, the result would be the same.

My image has probably been fixed in the eyes of these people... William sighed deeply again. The number of times he sighed in the past few months was alarmingly high.

The idea of ​​using Lily to threaten Lütjens had been proposed a long time ago. Probably when he had just taken office, this idea was most intense. In the end, it was suppressed by William himself. Otherwise, Miss Lily would have been kidnapped and taken to England as a guest.

William hated this kind of shameless behavior that ruined his reputation from the bottom of his heart, but sometimes, someone had to take the blame, and that person could only be himself.

"You already understand this matter. It's just a trick without any technical content. I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"See that box over there? Bring it here." William pointed to the corner of the office, which was usually used to store documents and sundries, but today there was an extremely huge box inside.

"box?"

"Yes, bring it here."

Originally Andre thought that some sundries were packed into the cardboard box, but when he lifted it up, it was unexpectedly heavy and almost made him fall.

"Minister, what's in here? Why is it so heavy?" Andre shakily placed the box on the desk, and immediately the poor little table let out a whine.

"Oh, some of my new inventions may make a lot of money!" William said as he laboriously took out a strangely shaped iron box from a tightly packed box. There seemed to be a simple timer on it.

"I haven't decided what to call them yet. 'Radar furnace' is too rustic." The minister looked quite proud, which made Andre confused. You change your expression too quickly.

"What is a radar furnace?"

"Oh, this thing can probably heat things quickly. The principle is similar to radar, so we just call it a radar furnace. I have applied for a patent and am working on the mass production technology. Those guys swore that they would produce results within two months, but I don't know if it's true or not."

Actually, this thing was not invented by William independently. It was completely an accident. A month ago, when he was inspecting the working conditions of the latest radar station, the chocolate that he had prepared for Heloise melted, leaving his pocket full of sticky sauce, which he couldn't wash clean after a long time.

He was very puzzled by this. The temperature at that time was not enough to melt the chocolate, and body temperature had nothing to do with the outer pocket. So what caused the chocolate to melt?

William convened the staff and experts of the radar station and began to study this. After several consecutive experimental failures, scientists discovered that this was caused by microwave heating generated by the magnetron, and built two prototypes based on the principle.

The test was quite successful. Apart from the trouble of dealing with the radiation, there were no major problems. However, their size was a bit disappointing. The first one was 3.5 meters high, and the second one was 4 meters wide. Their huge bodies were daunting, and their power consumption was also quite alarming.

"This is just a prototype. The actual one is much smaller, about a circle smaller. The military likes this thing very much. It can cook food efficiently, as long as there is electricity."

The navy especially liked this "radar furnace". Their warships had enough space to accommodate this big guy. The navy masters wanted to further increase its power and reduce its size, so this "small" prototype in William's hands was born.

In fact, William had more ideas than just these. He had previously proposed an electric kettle that could be mass-produced to equip the troops. This was not a new technology, as it had been used as early as the 19th century, but its popularity had always been low.

"If my new invention is popularized in the grassroots troops, it will have a great impact on the morale of the Commonwealth Army. The funds of the Sixth Department can also be supplemented to a certain extent because of this patent. It just so happens that I have to "visit" Mr. Cunningham today to discuss cooperation. This will be given to him as a meeting gift. Andre, put this thing back and we will set off immediately!"

"Yes, sir!"

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After Andre carried the box out of the office, William collapsed completely in his chair. He had too much workload recently and he needed to have a good rest.

Just as he bent over the table to fish, a small shiny object suddenly fell out of his pocket. It was an exquisitely shaped pocket watch cover with the British flag engraved on it.

"What fell? Oh! God! You must not lose it!" William pounced on the seemingly unimportant watch cover like a hunting cheetah, as if he was afraid that he would lose sight of it in the next second.

"Huh~ Let me see, it's not broken, right? It's not broken, right?" He lay on the ground with his butt sticking up, and began to check carefully without caring about his image.

There is a photo under the watch cover. It is a photo of a girl who is slightly older than William at that time and very beautiful. Her happy smile is still so clear and charming today. The date of June 1912, 6 is printed on the photo.

The moment he saw her, William felt as if he had gone back to those decades ago.

Time flies so fast. Has it been several decades?

I have changed a lot, but the person in the photo is still the same as before.

But, in reality... William has invested huge amounts of manpower and resources in searching for him over the years, but there is no news.

Maybe we will never meet again.

In this troubled time, such a beautiful girl might have died - no, she would not die.

William reaffirmed his belief that she was still alive.

Even being married is better than dying.

"Fortunately, nothing happened. Be careful next time." He said with concern. It was the only one of its kind.

"Sir...I'm back..."

(The two looked at each other awkwardly...)

"Wait...!"

"Sorry sir, I didn't see anything!"

Adjutant Andre hurriedly closed the door, leaving William standing there in a mess.

But soon, Andre knocked on the door again:

"What?" William shouted angrily.

"Commander! Something terrible has happened!" Andre shouted in panic outside the door.

"What's wrong?" William didn't know why, but he suddenly had a bad premonition, and his eyelids were twitching. He didn't care about his image, and quickly opened the door and yelled at Andre outside: "What happened! Tell me now!!"

"In our backup plan for this plan, the letter to Miss Lily was sent out yesterday..." Andre was about to cry: "That letter contained anthrax spores!!"

"Ah?!" William was completely stunned. After a while, William came to his senses and grabbed the collar of Andre, who was also in a panic, and said, "Immediately order the General Post Office! In the name of MI6! Order them! Now! Immediately! Immediately! Stop all postal transportation! When the letter is found, we can resume postal services!!"

PS: This chapter is an explanation of the previous letter. I was going to continue writing about the development of the British Army as planned, but a bunch of people misinterpreted my meaning, so I had no choice but to write another chapter to explain it (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻——by Lao Wang

The military discipline of the US military in World War II was relatively poor (breeding machines, and the military police and military courts always excused the soldiers who broke the law), and scientists were a sought-after resource. In addition, it was easy to escape legal sanctions during wartime, and Berlin was also within the bombing range of the Allies... So William's worries were not unreasonable (actually, he was just trying to prevent evil).

Chapter 581: A False Alarm

The captain didn't say anything, but Bismarck knew that the captain actually cared about Lily's safety. Even she herself was the same...

After all, they are relatives...

Soon, Zeppelin, Tirpitz, and even King Kong, who was leisurely sitting in the corridor of his own shrine and drinking tea, learned this despicable news from the WiFi space without Bismarck's intention to keep it secret...

MI5 and MI6 had been carrying out assassinations in Germany and the occupied territories. Bismarck and the captain knew about this. It seemed that now it was the captain's turn to be on the British assassination blacklist?

We really have to guard against danger!

"Captain, I'll use the ring to tell Lily to be careful and never go out alone. Don't accept any letters or parcels, for fear they might be poisonous..."

Bismarck whispered in the captain's ear. Although the Royal Wilhelm Institute of Physics is a heavily guarded confidential unit, assassinations... who can tell?

The people who checked the boxes after the attack in Italy were sent by the secret service. Some of them had infiltrated...

Lindemann and Hamster were already whispering to each other, both of them looked indignant. Zeppelin, who was beside Bonte, had already started to "make a phone call" quietly - Bismarck and the captain knew that Zeppelin was most likely going to warn Goering, his biological father... The captain said nothing, but just glanced at Bismarck and nodded slightly.

"The Gestapo's internal affairs review is really unreliable..."

The father and stepmother, who were always concerned about Lily's safety, gave a big X to the efficiency of the Gestapo and the shamelessness of the British military intelligence agency!

---------The dividing line of the silly Persian cat "calling" Lily--------

"The British are so shameless! They can't defeat you so they resort to assassination, and they even drag me into it?!"

It was 3 or 4 in the afternoon in Trincomalee, but it was just noon in Berlin. Lily, who had just got off work, didn't even go into the cafeteria before she was called to the rooftop by the Persian cat who suddenly transmitted her voice.

Then, Bismarck showed up and told her that the captain had just been the target of an assassination attempt, and told her to be careful...

"Yeah, so you have to be careful too..." A certain earnestly-advised ship cat transformed into a stepmother who was old enough to be sisters, and began to nag Liliana to be careful.

"The captain is currently in the Indian Ocean, meeting with the Japanese fleet in the east at Ceylon Island - well, a very remote but beautiful island. We don't know when we will have a mission here, so..." But before he could finish his words, a voice from downstairs shouted, "Is Liliana there? There's a letter for you!"

"Letter?!" Lily was stunned, and Bismarck's expression changed!

"I'm not afraid of the virus, I'll go take a look!" Persian Cat was about to go downstairs. But Lily stopped her and said, "Don't go, this is a confidential unit. If someone sees you, you'll be considered a spy!"

"What should I do?"

"How about this...you hide first, and I'll go to the laboratory to put on protective clothing, gloves and a gas mask!" Lily's eyes rolled and she came up with an idea.

There are always full sets of protective clothing in the laboratory, and it is normal for experimenters to work day and night on experiments.

Soon, Lily, wearing a protective suit, received a colorful letter that looked like a love letter at the message room at the door, amidst a group of people looking at her as an idiot. Although the postal code was Berlin's code, the sender's name was not specified.

Everyone knows it's a love letter, and everyone knows that Lily doesn't usually associate with boys, but it's awkward for you to receive a love letter in a chemical protective suit...

"Is this... a love letter?" Lily was a little puzzled. Although she didn't get angry easily, Bismarck, who was following her invisibly, knew that Lily was quite cold because the captain and the old butler had received an aristocratic education. Moreover, she was a top student who could forget about food and sleep when she started working - otherwise she wouldn't have been able to become a researcher at a top physics research institute like the Royal William Institute right after graduation. But because of this, Lily rarely socialized on weekdays.

So now when they received such a "love letter" that was so cryptic, the two of them looked at each other with a look of confusion.

"Who will write a love letter to me..." Lily frowned and muttered to herself.

"Wait... could this be poisonous or a biological weapon?!" The Persian cat frowned slightly and thought of this possibility!

"Yeah! Very likely!" Lily nodded, but soon she felt a headache when she looked at the letter through her gloves in her hand: "How should I deal with this?"

The Royal William Institute was a physics institute, not a chemistry or biology institute, and people were not allowed to leave the institute at will. What was worse was that Lily didn't know how to destroy these things - what if they were not destroyed completely? After all, some of the legendary poisons were extremely toxic, and biological weapons could create a plague of the Black Death level with just a little bit of it...

Holding this thing, Lily looked confused.

"How about this, we go to the police department first? Ask them to contact the garrison to find a solution?" Bismarck came up with a bad idea.

"That's probably the only way," Lily replied a little aggrievedly, and walked towards the police department.

What kind of allied forces are these? They can't beat my father and they actually want to assassinate me to vent their anger! How despicable!

Lily wanted to step on it hard a few times... but if she did, the bacteria would probably leak out.

Soon, the chemical defense soldiers of the garrison came over fully armed, and carefully took away the unopened letter and Lily who needed to be isolated. But soon, Lily was released again.

Because this letter was really a love letter. However, seeing Lily's irritated face after being tossed around like this for the whole afternoon and not even having lunch, Bismarck knew that although he didn't know who this single guy who wrote the love letter was, he was afraid that he would never have another chance...