I pulled my hand away violently.
"You're injured, you can't do this kind of thing."
Andemon squinted his eyes to look at me, his emerald green pupils seemed to be separated by a layer of mist.
Without saying anything, he stood up abruptly and hugged my waist.
Behind him was a large and heavy desk, and the brilliant golden sunlight in the afternoon fell on the desk, shining brightly.
Andemon pressed me against the desk, and began to rub my belt with one hand.
From such a close distance, I can really smell the bloody smell coming from his body.
I pressed his hand and tried to tease: "Honey, you can't burn like this. Look, the wound is open."
Andemont grabbed my wrist and pulled it aside forcefully.
Something hot and hard rubs against me through the fabric.
He was deathly pale.
Physically, I have the upper hand this time.
The knock on the door continued mechanically.
I broke free, hugged his waist, carried him back to the chair, and went to open the door.
I held the doorknob and smiled back at him: "Honey, you have no self-control at all. You are all about to get married."
Andrew called me hoarsely, "Alan."
I turned my back: "You said that night that it was our last time."
It is also the first time.
I opened the door, and Peter was waiting outside with a small medicine box. He glanced at the situation, didn't ask any questions, walked over and knelt at Andemon's feet, and began to treat the wound.
He removed the gauze, and the rolled-up flesh and blood were shocking in the sun.
Peter frowned slightly: "Please be more careful next time."
Andrew didn't answer. With one hand on his knee, he raised his head, his eyes closed, and his thick eyelashes drooping.
I had already packed up the documents and walked outside the door before I heard him speak softly.
"Alan, you are right, I am the one who is going to get married."
He paused: "Peter, please go and invite Miss Linna back, and wait for me outside the door. She shouldn't have gone too far."
Andrew finally found the right solution to the problem.
The next day happened to be Saturday, and I wanted to buy spring shirts and coats, so I went to downtown London and had lunch at the Linden Hotel. The Linden Hotel was brought to me by Andrew. It is at the end of King William Street. From the window, you can see the white marble pavilion on London Bridge from the side. He quietly commented that the London Bridge in the sunset is beautiful.
Because of the ban on wartime materials, the red wine served on the table was only a small glass, almost close to the bottom of the glass, and the color was as pale as water. Butter with bread was only two pennies thick. Steaks were one-third the size of pre-war.
Halfway through eating, I saw Linna come in. She had her hair in a high bun and held Andmon's hand.
In the warm afternoon, Andemont opened his coat with a white shirt inside, and no injuries could be seen on his body.
He helped Linna sit down, casually hung the coat behind the chair, and began to order food.
Andemont showed some ID, and the waiter quickly brought the appetizers. I watched them talking and laughing together from a distance. Then Lena saw me, and she pointed in my direction. Andrew looked up. Our eyes met for a second.
The afternoon sun was too strong, and Andmon seemed a little absent-minded for a moment.
Then he turned his head and explained something to Linna.
I couldn't hear the conversation between them, only saw Linna laughing wildly.
The restaurant is on the second floor, overlooking the busy street on the first floor.
Suddenly I heard a gunshot.
The Nazi military anthem begins.
The crowd in the street began to disperse.
The citizens organized a Nazi parade and clashed with the black shirts. Some people fired shots in the chaos, and the scene was chaotic. More men in black came across London Bridge. They were dressed in black and wore silver masks.
A woman ran away with a child, fell to the ground, and was shot in the ankle. People kept getting injured and fell down.
The chunky boss came in in a panic and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, there is a riot outside by the black shirts, and our store is temporarily closed..." I just stood up and rushed downstairs.
After walking a few steps, Andemon stopped him.
He chased him from behind with a tough attitude: "Alan, don't be a hero. Your task is to decrypt, not to take a gun. Go out through the back door and get out of here. Lina and I will go there."
I have to admit that Andrew was right.
I followed some guests through the back door into a quiet side street behind King William Avenue. There is a public phone booth there. I had seen the number of the Metropolitan Police, and I could recite it, so I called and explained the situation.
It rang several times before someone answered. During this time, my eyes fell loosely on the low red brick wall opposite the telephone booth. A long series of small figures in various poses were scribbled on it, like someone's children's graffiti.
The sequence of these doodles gave me a subtle sense of familiarity.
The moment I hung up the phone, I realized - that's not graffiti, it's a password!
Each posture of the villain represented one of the twenty-six letters, a not-too-difficult substitution cipher.
Decryption is very fast.
"Assembly place - young eagles"
When I hung up the phone, there were already scattered black-shirted soldiers coming here one after another. They boarded several cars parked near the alley and were sent away in batches.
I suddenly understood that this violent conflict did not happen by accident. This is a conspiracy designed to shake people's hearts and suppress the British people from the heart. The behind-the-scenes director of all this is the "young eagle" mentioned many times in the secret telegram.
Judging from the secret telegram that mentioned him, this person was initially in charge of the intelligence transmission joint. In recent years, for some unknown reason, he has been promoted frequently, and he has assumed the important person in charge of the Third Reich Intelligence Bureau in Britain. I have deciphered many of his honored cables. There was one line of approval that even came from Hitler.
Hiding in the shadows of the harsh sunlight and phone booths, I heard two blackshirts talking. One of them took out a cigar and a matchbox, suddenly remembered that he was wearing a mask, put the cigarette back in his pocket, and cursed.
Another asked: "Hey, Macy, why doesn't Missy come this time? Isn't she the favorite scene?"
The unsmoked man shrugged: "It is said that he will come, who knows—who is there?! Behind the phone booth!"
I ran desperately along the street, and the black-shirted army chased after me.
The bullet hit the bricks at his feet, and sparks flew.
Shrapnel grazed his calf, which appeared to be bleeding.
At the corner, a military dark green jeep suddenly drove into it, and it ended all this.
A woman in black was getting on and off the jeep.
I was caught off guard and ran into her, knocking off her silver mask.
"Lena Selman?"
She looked down at me haughtily, her pale blue eyes narrowed.
"Alan. Alan Custer."
I was quickly pushed to the ground by the people behind me and bound my hands behind my back. Blindfolded, I don't know who dumped me in the back of the jeep. Someone asked for instructions: "Miss, he saw your face, should you deal with it here?"
Linna was as lazy as a cat, her voice raised slightly.
"No, take him back to headquarters. I have a lot of things I want to ask him."
Arnold once told me that for the Blackshirts to grow to their present size, there must be power lurking within the government.
I didn't expect to include Lena.
She even deceived Andymond, and freely entered and exited Plimpton Manor.
The sunshine in spring is very good, and I feel cold for no reason.
I was at General Selman's mansion when the blindfold was taken off. I was stripped of my shirt, tied to a chair, and thrown into a small room. The door of the room was ajar, and it could be seen that there was a luxurious and spacious conference hall outside, with long conference tables and a scarlet carpet, with figures coming and going. The lights have been turned on, it should be night outside. I may have been drugged | drugged out for a while.
I heard Linna's raised voice: "Father, you can't hurt Andemon! He is my fiancé!"
The man who answered seemed to be old and impatient: "The young eagle thinks that Andrémon Garcia must be removed. He was only injured, not dead."
"You asked me to marry him!"
"Baby, I just want you to get close to him and get six information... You are just engaged, you don't have to marry him when he dies. You know he is gay."
"But father..." Linna's high-heeled shoes made a dull sound on the carpet, like a mad cat: "You promised me not to hurt Andymond!"
"Honey, if you have time to worry about him, why don't you go and see his little lover. Go and help me see if I can get something out of Allen."
Linna walked towards me, and the electric light suddenly turned on, causing her eyes to narrow.
I don't like to recall what happened after that.
Torture is like this, strong light on the face, dehydration, punching and kicking, whipping, and psychologically extracting confessions.
I don't know if Andemond also experienced all these things when he was investigated by the Intelligence Agency.
It's just that he came back as if nothing had happened in the end, and I lost consciousness twice halfway.
Lina asked me to provide the work content and progress of the first office.
Of course I can't say.
I swore to use my life to guard the secrets of Plimpton Manor, including the deciphering of "mystery".
She had brought two assistants with her, but she finally told them to back out, close the door, and squat down beside me.
"Ellen, you actually have a nice face, gray-blue eyes and dark chestnut hair - if you're not gay, you should be very attractive to women."
Her fingers slowly touched my face, inch by inch, and her voice became very sweet: "Your calf is bleeding, and your breathing is very weak. You will die here."
I tried my best to turn my face away and leave her hand: "I didn't expect it to be you, Miss."
"I didn't expect Andymond to like men." She said softly. "I hate him calling your name when we make love. You will die here, and one day he will forget you, and we will marry. Inferior people will If he is eliminated, the Third Reich will be honored to the world, and he will believe in the Nazis just like me."
"You're dreaming. You're English."
"Yes, I am British. But the head of state said that the British are also one of the superior races."
"The Black Shirt Army was planned by you. Are you a young eagle?"
Lin Na froze for a moment: "You know Young Eagle?!"
She stood up suddenly, said something to the door, and soon brought a pair of vise-like things.
I recognized it... it was a shocker.
She walked towards me again: "Tell me, what is your relationship with the young eagle?"
When the metal touched the skin, my heart almost jumped out of my chest, my muscles twitched, and inexplicable pain spread all over my body, and I passed out again. When I woke up, Linna sat quietly next to me, her golden curly hair was loose, and she repeated the same question: "Do you know the young eagle?"
I didn't know how many times I fainted, and in the end I could only grin bitterly at her: "Miss, please deal with me as soon as possible. Ladies are not suitable for electric shock devices. You have a suppressed pistol in your purse."
"Deal with you?" Lina laughed sharply. She leaned on the chair and suddenly laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten up: "I knew the relationship between you and Andemon from the very beginning. If I could deal with you, your body would be rotten now. But Chick The eagle has issued a death order and cannot kill you."
In the excessive pain, I almost lost my ability to think. It took many times in my brain to understand the true meaning of this sentence.
The young eagle wants me to live.
There was a sudden gunshot outside the door. Linna went out to look, and came back after a while with a livid face.
"Alan, what did you do? Andymond came here - the bullets ignited the fire, and the whole house caught fire!"
I struggled to sit up, laughed and coughed: "Miss, what do you think I can do?"