! "No!" he said hurriedly: "This work has always been under the responsibility of Marcel! My job is to entangle the German officers. If I leave, it would be unreasonable even if I only leave for ten minutes."

"I understand this. Maybe you can explain where their cars parked when you are dealing with officers?"

"Of course! The convoy stopped in front of the porch. After the officers got out of the car, they were led to Naris by Marcel, who was waiting under the steps. At this time, the drivers drove the car to the backyard until the officers left, and the cars were parked side by side next to the servants' house. When the officers were about to leave, I rang the bell to notify Marcel, and he notified the drivers to drive the car to the door to pick up the master."

"So, from the time they come and go, you never go to the car in person, right?

“That’s right.”

"Thank you. It was the Rolls-Royce engine that brought you to the UK. Can you talk about the engine situation? Who removed it?"

"The engine was fixed to the chassis, and Marcel took off the screws that fixed the engine, and then he built another device to lift it up. The engine was too heavy, and we both couldn't lift it up without this device. After installing the engine on the small plane, I fixed it for him. In fact, all this was Marcelcan. He was so coincidental. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be here today."

"Have you modified this engine?"

A surprised expression appeared on the Viscount's face.

"Modify?" he asked in surprise: "Why do you need to modify it? Rolls-Royce is the world's leading engine, and everyone knows it. Of course, I checked the screws that Marcel fixed the engine to the plane. The lives of both of us depended on whether these screws were firmly twisted. Although I do not doubt Marcel's ability, it is not cautious enough to hand over everything to him."

"Naris understands this! Are you familiar with the engine?" Naris asked calmly.

Viscount smiled slightly and shrugged: "Understand more. Understand more general principles, know how it works, and do some minor repairs. Marcel is our expert in this regard. I understand aerodynamics, he knows engines. We are separated and we can do nothing; together, we can fly to England to contribute our strength!"

"Thank you, Mr. Viscount. I just want to know this."

After the Viscount left, Naris sat down and sucked cigarettes for half an hour. Until he felt that he could be interrogated separately for the first time, Marcel sent someone to call him. He sat in front of Naris and looked at Naris with the unique uneasiness of the French peasants when they saw the big man. Naris looked at him silently for several minutes before he slowly began to interrogate:

"Marcel, tell me, why did you do this?"

"What did I do?"

"You sell yourself to the Germans and betray your motherland!"

"Mr. Officer, you're wrong. I hate Germans."

"Maybe that's the case. But you cherish your life and fear death, isn't it? You deceived the viscount who treats you as a friend and a friend of your motherland. But it's not that easy to deceive the Naris."

"I don't understand what you said, sir." His face turned dead gray.

"Marcel, listen, there are three things that make you reveal. The first point is the engine. You never thought anyone would study it so carefully, right? Maybe you think it would be damaged when you land. I personally studied it under the guidance of an expert. I know that the compression ratio of the Rolls-Royce engine is quite low and cannot be used in aircraft at all. However, a good mechanic can use special tools to increase its compression ratio by nine to ten times. This is how the engine is modified, right?"

"Maybe Mr. Viscount I."

Naris immediately interrupted him: "Impossible. Mr. Marcel is not a mechanic and knows little about these things, but you know. Well, let's talk about the second point now. Without high octane gasoline, it is impossible to increase the compression ratio of the engine. So, who got this gasoline? He - Viscount - has been busy dealing with German officers. It is what you got. This gasoline was specially sent by your German friend with the fuel tank of their car."

It seemed that Marcel wanted to look at Naris, but immediately blinked and his eyes drooped.

"Let's talk about the third point. This is a beautiful map of France, and we'll look at your flight route. You fly here, just a few kilometers from a German base. Then, in Le Trepol, you're almost flying over another German bomber base. On the river bank, there's a group of anti-aircraft guns. But you slowly flew through all these places, without a gunshot, without a Messerschmitt or Folk aircraft chasing you. Before you reach the strait, the danger of being shot down occurred at least twelve times, but you're safe. Why? This is because the Germans know you're going to pass and get orders to pass you."

"Why did the German guy let two patriots escape?" he asked sly.

"Marcel, there is only one patriot, he is Mr. Viscount. And the other one, you, was a spy of the German man. Please note that I mean you, 'because you, after you learned of the Viscount's plan, first report it directly to your friends, who ordered you to encourage Viscount and help him. If the plane crashed in flight, it would be bad for you. But if the flight was successful, then it would be great for them to espionage in Britain. Who would doubt a person who came to England after all the hardships? For you, it's a pity that they did not expect that the Naris would have so strictly controlled everyone who had just arrived until he proved his goodwill. Now, Marcin, are you willing to confess thoroughly and save us time?"!

Marcel fell silent like a farmer.

one

Naris' performance is getting better and better, and he has gained more and more trust from more and more people. The power he can hold has reached a surprising level.

Previously, when Naris first entered MI6, someone had doubts about his identity, but strangely, those who were preparing to investigate were all mysteriously killed without exception, and the information they had disappeared.

As the war progressed, not many people were concerned about this matter. And Naris performed so well afterwards, which also allowed him to gradually settle down in his position.

Naris was waiting, and he finally waited for an opportunity to show his talents completely.

The dance party at the Duke of Westminston's house was held very late.

Now, there is no bombing from the Luftwaffe in the sky in London. London is peaceful at night, and everyone can walk on the streets with confidence and boldness on such a night.

Prime Minister Churchill did not stay in the dance for too long for him to deal with too many things, so he left the Duke of Westminston's estate very early.

Charles de Gaulle left with Churchill, and he had no interest in such a dance party. What made him even more unhappy was that there were people like Baron Alexander in the dance party.

When the guests gradually bid farewell, Baron Alexand, who had a long talk with the Duke of Westminston, got up and said goodbye.

To be honest, although it was the first time that the Duke of Westminston saw Baron Alexanderson, he was full of affection for the young baron and wanted to continue to leave the Baron to discuss the interesting things for a while.

Unfortunately, there is a banquet that will last forever in the world.

It was rare before that the Duke personally sent the Baron out. With such a noble status as the Duke of Westminston, no one except Baron Alexanderson deserves this.

Two cars full of British bodyguards, one in front and one behind, were slowly driving one.

London at night is full of charming charm, not like the stereotypical British.

At this moment, Wang Weiyi sat there half closed his eyes, his body slightly undulating as the car started. In front of him was British Major Rogermin, who was sitting in the UK these days

Major Rogermin has always been responsible for Baron Alexanderson's safety.

These days have given Major Rogermin a very deep understanding of Baron Alexanderson, and he is very sure that Baron is a worthy object to anyone who gives his life.

Unfortunately, everyone is in different camps.

"Major, are you coming soon?"

The baron's voice came from behind, and Major Rogermin watched the movement outside the car window with vigilance: "Yes, it's ten minutes away."

But before he finished speaking, a violent explosion suddenly came from the front.

Major Rogermin was shocked. Before he could react, an explosion came from behind. Two cars full of bodyguards were paralyzed there.

The car door behind suddenly opened, and then the car door in front was also opened. Major Rogermin was pulled out of the car by someone. At this time, the dense gunfire sounded and countless bullets hit the car.

If Major Rogermin is pulled down for a second late, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The frightened Major Rogermin saw clearly the person who saved him: Baron Alexander!

"Baron, thank you."

Before the word "thank you" was finished, Wang Weiyi, who was hiding behind the car, looked at the surrounding situation and whispered: "The danger is still there, Major, do you have any weapons?"

Major Rogermin took out a submachine gun and a pistol from the car. He thought for a moment and handed the submachine gun to Baron Alexander: "Baron, what happened?"

"Hey, it seems I should ask you." Wang Weiyi smiled.

The young major probably had never experienced such a thing. He was a little confused for a moment and forgot that protecting Baron Alexander should be his responsibility.

It was not until the Baron reminded that the Major reacted: "Ah, we were attacked. Damn, who is it!"

No one can answer him, all he answered was the dense gunshot

No one came down from the two blown cars, and probably all the people inside were killed. On the opposite side, behind, dozens of figures were constantly flashing, and their hands were constantly spitting out flames.

"Baron, we were probably surrounded." Major Rogermin, who gradually calmed down, actually used the word "probably" at this time and played with the cold humor of the British.

Wang Weiyi's favorability towards the major increased: "Yes, we are surrounded, we will probably be beaten to death!"

After saying that, the submachine gun in his hand swept out, and with a scream, a figure close to here fell down instantly.

"I think I must say sorry to you!" Major Rogermin emptied a shuttle of bullets in one breath and said while changing the magazine: "I did not fulfill my responsibility to protect you!"

"Hey, you have to save some bullets." Wang Weiyi observed the situation around him, and it was obvious that he didn't look optimistic: "Major, you haven't been in this industry for a long time, right?"

"Ah, thank you for your reminder, Baron," Major Rogermin tried to keep himself calm: "I just joined MI6. Hey, when they told me that I would be taking on a very important mission, I never thought that the person to be protected was Baron Skeleton. Ah, I hope I didn't offend you. But this surprised me so much that I asked me to protect Baron Skeleton. You have to know that I didn't sleep well all night."

Wang Weiyi smiled.

Yes, it was so strange to have someone who had just joined MI6 to protect himself.

However, there is no time to consider these issues now. There are whistling bullets everywhere and assassins trying to force them up everywhere.

Under normal circumstances, it would be unlikely to suppress these enemies by relying solely on a submachine gun and a pistol, but what the assassins were not lucky was that they encountered the skeleton baron crawling out of the pile of dead people.

Wang Weiyi knew very well how to choose the terrain.

He stood up suddenly, almost empty the bullets in the magazine, suppressed the assassin who was approaching fiercely and quickly took Major Rogermin to an abandoned building next to him.

It turned out to be a library, Major Rogermin told Baron Alexander.

There are many libraries in London, and this one is not very lucky to be hit by two bombs in the Germans' last bombing of London.

Then, the library was temporarily relocated to another place ¨

Wang Weiyi felt ridiculous and irritating. The British Library bombed by the Luftwaffe has now become a place to protect himself. Perhaps God is really paying attention to everything here.

At this moment, the assassins outside could never have imagined that the two men who were completely at a disadvantage had a way to escape the target, which made them a little angry.

Dozens of people quickly approached the library.

"At most, there are five minutes left, reinforcements will arrive!" Major Rogermin whispered.

It was pitch black around, and Wang Weiyi lowered his voice: "Major before the reinforcements arrived, we were still fighting alone. Hey, have you seen it? Here or can help us get as much time as possible. Major, try not to use a gun."

Major Rogermin nodded.

For some reason, he was full of confidence in the Baron.

There was so much he heard about the legend of the Baron, whether in the Somme or in Monforkon, no one could ever catch or kill the Skeleton Baron.

Even the major was still a little excited now, and finally had the opportunity to fight side by side with the Skeleton Baron.

They separated for a while, and at this time, the chaotic footsteps had already come in.

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To be continued...