"Tuna" and Colonel Jade won't know what's going on.

They were still deploying in an orderly manner according to the plan they had formulated before, and they never thought that Captain Roger, who had always been loyal and cautious, had betrayed his career.

Colonel Jade would not have thought that just because he had refused the help from his subordinates, he would have encountered such a terrible thing.

Sometimes a small thing often changes a major event.

Night fell in London, and a new wave of enemy plane bombings had just passed. At least from now on, the British could sleep in a relatively stable sleep.

At this time, dark lights were still flashing in a typical old-fashioned building in downtown London.

"It's right there, Mr. Tuna." Captain Roger pointed at Xiaolou.

Tuna looked at it and sorted out her clothes: "Very good, I'll go in now. In 10 minutes, you'll fire gunshots here on time."

"Yes, sir." Captain Roger agreed calmly, and he suddenly asked: "Sir, can I ask an unscrupulous question? What is your real name?"

"I think this shouldn't be the question you asked." Tuna obviously wasn't willing to answer this question: "You might know when the war is over and we can live in America."

Captain Roger smiled and said nothing. He didn't really want to know the true identity and real name of "tuna". He was just a little curious.

Tuna walked into the small building and he gently knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened. The person who appeared looked very nervous and looked at the tuna vigilantly.

"Go and tell the people inside that I have urgent information to tell them." Tuna did not give the other party any chance to react: "No, time is probably too late, I'm going to go in now."

After saying that, he pushed the man away and strode in.

When he entered the second floor, more than a dozen people who were holding a meeting immediately stood up, and several of them even picked up guns suddenly.

"Don't be nervous, gentlemen, I have no malice." Tuna looked around the people in the room: "I am your friend, who are you in charge here?"

"I am, I am Thorp, where are you? Who are you? What are you doing here?" Thorp looked at him with a serious expression.

"I am Olawitsky." Tuna said this name: "Mr. Thorpe, I know you are from the Underground Resistance, and I know you are holding a secret meeting here, but what I can tell you is that CIA has discovered you and is about to be surrounded!"

The meeting was immediately confused by these words.

Thorpe didn't seem to believe it too much: "Mr. Olawitsky, why should I believe what you said is true?"

"My public identity is a secret policeman." "Olawitski" designed a very special identity for himself: "In fact, I am also a member of the Resistance Organization, and I am affiliated with Her Majesty the Queen's secret intelligence agency. Mr. Thorpe, I hope you can trust me. Time is very tight, and you can go to the window to check it out now."

Thorpe came to the window, and his expression changed immediately after a glance: "There are all CIA and the police outside."

"Thorpe, what should I do outside?"

Thorpe seemed to have become unruly now, and his eyes involuntarily fell on Mr. Olawitsky.

And that's exactly what the tuna wants: "Mr. Thorpe, they haven't completely surrounded this place yet. I know a way, please leave here immediately."

Now, everyone here has trusted Mr. "Olawitsky". They followed the suddenly appeared and hurriedly left the small building that was about to be surrounded.

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"Hey, stop!" As soon as they left the building, someone suddenly shouted out.

Mr. Olawitski took out his gun without hesitation and fired quickly. Everyone who followed him saw that the CIA agent fell in a pool of blood.

Suddenly, gunfire and loud calling sounded.

"Quick, hurry!" Tuna urged him, and soon he took members of the underground resistance organization to evacuate this dangerous place.

Thorpe, who was walking beside the tuna, breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Mr. Olawitski, I don't know how to thank you. If it weren't for you, we'll all fall into the hands of CIA."

"You're welcome, Mr. Thorpe." Tuna looked very calm: "Although we've temporarily got rid of the enemy's capture, I think we should find a safe place to stay."

"Of course." Thorpe smiled mysteriously: "A safe place, Mr. Olawitski, we will get there soon."

Tuna feels that its first step has been implemented very smoothly.

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The tuna was brought to a manor, which made him feel a little strange. Judging from the appearance and inside of the manor, it should be a place where people with great status live.

"This is my father's estate, Mr. Olawitsky." Thorpe introduced enthusiastically: "You probably don't know yet, my father is Sir Monlington."

Sir Monlington Grisrow? Tuna was surprised. Was that famous Sir Monlington? Damn, he is also a member of the underground resistance organization. If he had not gained Thorpe's trust, who would have thought that Sir Monlington, who was respected and had a high status, was also an anti-governmentist?

He met Sir Monlington Grisrow for the first time, and of course, he found a young man standing beside the Sir.

"Welcome to my estate, Mr. Olawitsky." Sir Monlington seemed very enthusiastic: "I have heard that you have saved the lives of my son and his friends, and now that you have come here, it is completely safe. Oh, let me introduce you to Mr. Breme."

"Hello, Mr. Bryme." Tuna nodded at the young man. He still didn't know the true identity of Mr. Bryme, why did he stand with Sir Monlington, and it seemed that the Jazz still respected him very much.

"Look, the activities of the underground resistance organization are getting more and more frequent as the Axis troops land. Of course, it is undeniable that the danger is getting higher and higher..." "Mr. Bryme" - Wang Weiyi said with a strong smile: "We must thank you for the people who risked your life to save us."

Before the tuna could express its modesty, Wang Weiyi continued, "But what makes me a little strange is, what should I call you? Is it Mr. Olawitski? Or Mr. Tuna?"

Tuna's face changed drastically, and his hand involuntarily reached towards the pistol at his waist.

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But it was too late, Thorp's black hole gun was pointed at him, and then he seized his weapon without any resistance.

Wang Weiyi and Sir Monlington sat down: "I think we should have a good talk and don't try to resist. Olawitsky or Mr. Tuna, here we can easily kill a person, and no one will know. I hope to get everything I want, so let's start with your name, what is your real name?"

At this point, Tuna knew that it was over, and the only one who suffered in futile resistance was probably the one who suffered. He smiled bitterly: "My real name is Olawitsky."

This was something that Wang Weiyi didn't expect: "Well, Mr. Olawitski, you carefully designed a good drama and even sacrificed a CIA agent to gain our trust. You successfully entered our organization, but unfortunately, you couldn't leave. You have told me your real name, Mr. Olawitski. Now let's start the second question, the specific content of your conversation with Colonel Jade in the office in the afternoon...."

Olawitski was surprised. He had never expected that even Mr. Breme would know about this.

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"This is not a good attitude." Wang Weiyi smiled: "It is said that you are a senior spy. Since you are a senior spy, you should also know that we have many ways to speak out. In my opinion, why should you suffer such pain? Can't we talk in a harmonious atmosphere? When the war is over, you will be sent to court for espionage. What I can guarantee is that you will not be sentenced to death. You will stay in prison for three years. After the three years, you will be pardoned and return to your country."

This sentence is more lethal than any other words. Olawitsky knows too well what kind of terrible encounter a spy will face once he is caught.
To be continued...