Assistant Engineer Bill. Daines opened the door to the data room with his briefcase, only to find that it was a mess, with precious engine drawings and component models scattered all over the ground, and pale blue drawings covered with black and gray footprints.

"How did you end up here, Bill. But just in time, I need a favor from you. A voice rang out, and Daines heard it, it turned out to be Henry who was in the same research and development team as him. Bourburn.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties, thin and a little sluggish, he usually liked to wear a pair of old-fashioned black-framed glasses, and there was always an indescribable weirdness in his appearance and demeanor on weekdays, so most people chose to keep their distance from him.

His title is mechanical engineer, but his business ability can only be said to be average, and many professional fields are not as good as Bill's. Daines is an expert, so he is not popular with everyone in the research group. It is said that he was directly assigned by the superior company, and I don't know which department executive he is going on, and you can have no ability in this kind of organization, and you can't do it without a little relationship.

Now the man was crouching next to the open safe, and it looked like he was going through the documents in the safe, and Daines noticed an open black leather bag at the man's feet.

"Mr. Bourburn, what's going on, do you know what you're doing? This is confidential and cannot be taken out of this room without permission. Daines turned his head to look around the reference room.

"What's going on here? Did you do it? ”

"Don't worry about those things, you can help me take a look, is this the drawing of Project 22." Bulburn said with a nonchalant expression, holding up a document.

"You are crazy, you will be arrested, I don't want to become your accomplice, I advise you to surrender to the security services immediately."

"Don't be nervous, Bill. I'm just carrying out my mission. I'm actually an inspector sent by the Ministry of Aviation, and that's my ID. Bulburn took a small book from his bosom and shook it at Dains, retracting his pocket before the other could see it.

"Now is an emergency, and I have been ordered by my superiors to destroy the most important materials here, so as to prevent the possibility of these valuable scientific research results falling into the hands of the Germans." Bulburn stood up and patted the dust off his trouser leg.

"What? I received a call from the chief engineer in the morning, and he asked me to sort out these things and seal them and wait for the head office to send someone to deal with them. ”

"Plans have changed, and we can't take any chances. Mr. Dains, come and take a look at it for me. 22 The information of the project is not all here. Bourburn stood there sideways, unceremoniously in a commanding tone.

"Okay, okay, I'm just an assistant engineer, and I can't take care of your higher-ups problems." Daines walked over to the safe and looked through the papers, which looked a little cluttered because they had been checked by Bourben.

"These are the plans of MKIV, and the ...... of Project 20 This is the 22nd, and there are still these copies. Although it is not numbered, it is an attached information, so why does it seem that there are still a few copies missing? Daines began rummaging through the safe.

"Let's see if these are the copies." Bourburn pushed the open briefcase over.

"Oh, so there's still one here. You seem to have found quite a few. Daines flipped through the briefcase.

"These are indeed the two plans, these two are the second group of plans, the consciousness is a little advanced, but the concept is very interesting." Daines took out two papers and handed them to Bourburn.

"I remember in that filing cabinet. There are also several related documents. ”

"Is it about Project 22?"

"Of course, because it's not classified, it's not in the safe." Daines said with a smile.

"Help me find out. Mr. Bill, this is very important. By the way, if you think about it again, there is something missing. Bulburn put the previous documents back into his briefcase and began to flip through the two "advanced consciousness" documents.

"Okay, let me look for ......" Daines opened the filing cabinet against the wall with his back to Bulburn.

"Aren't these two oil pipeline designs? Where is the idea ahead of its time? Bourburn asked, confused.

"I can't believe you're quite an expert, Mr. Bourburn." Daines replied, the irony in his tone that made Bourburn's face flush suddenly, and he quickly looked up, only to find that Daines had a mocking smile on his face, holding a black pistol in his hand, the muzzle of which was pointed at his head.

"Don't move, Mr. Bulburn, who are you serving, don't tell me anything about the inspector of the Ministry of Aviation, this kind of lie can only deceive ignorant women and children, it seems that you are not a good actor, your current expression has exposed everything." With his back against the filing cabinet and his pistol against his waist, Daines could tell that he was not a novice and must have been professionally trained before.

"My father served in India for fifteen years, and I was a good marksman when I was eight years old, so don't play tricks, stand up, and take your time, Mr. Bourburn." Daines waved his gun slightly, motioning for the other to stand up.

"It's a misunderstanding, Bill, just a misunderstanding." Bourben raised his hand and slowly stood up.

"I don't want to listen to your explanation, go and say to the police, Mr. Spy, now turn around, put your hands up, and don't think of tricks." Daines commanded. Bullburn reluctantly raised his hands in the air and turned his back to his opponent. The assistant engineer cautiously stepped forward, held his gun to the other man's back, and began to search Bourben.

"Browning M1906? I didn't expect you to have good taste. Daines pulled the delicate weapon from his waist, looked down at it, and put it in his pocket.

After making sure that the other man was not carrying any other weapons, he pulled out the previous document from Bulburn's jacket pocket.

"Military Intelligence? What is this institution? ”

"You're in big trouble, Mr. Bill, I admit to having deceived you, but I am indeed carrying out the orders of my superiors, and I cannot tell you more details, except that my department is directly subordinate to the wartime cabinet." Bourburn said loudly.

"These went and said to the police, I don't believe that the Cabinet would send you here to steal classified information in wartime, and now with your head in your hands, you are walking towards the door."

"You're making a big mistake, I'm doing it in secret."

"Don't step on the drawings on the ground, this is evidence of your guilt."

"I'm a secret intelligence officer, and you're going to pay for your actions. I promise. ”

"Well, I believe, Mr. Intelligence."

"Okay, okay, okay, you win, Bill, how about making a deal?" When he reached the door, Bourben refused to go any further.

"Oh? You still want to bribe me? ”

"No, no, no, I'm not just talking about money. And about the future of the individual. Bourben softened completely, his tone flattering.

"Go on." Daines seemed a little curious.

"Okay, can you make me turn around, I don't really like to talk with my back to people."

"Okay, slow down, don't do tricks, my gun can be pointed at you." Daines took two steps back, leaving plenty of room for reaction.

"Look, Mr. Bill. I was indeed an agent of the British Empire's Military Intelligence, with the rank of second lieutenant, and I was sent to Ross Royce to prevent leaks and to guard against enemy spies. Bourburn held his head in his hands. has an obscene face, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the legendary brave agent.

"It's ...... like you"

"Civilian, I am a civilian, counterintelligence is a mental work."

"So what are you doing today? I think I get it. It turns out that you took refuge with the Germans. Daines raised the muzzle of his gun.

"Don't don't, don't get me wrong, how could I go to the Germans."

See the muzzle of the Daines muzzle shaking. Bulben almost scared his soul away, and he quickly screamed.

"It's an American, and someone paid me a lot of money and promised me a new identity and a job there."

"Americans?"

"Yes, as long as I bring the materials of Project 22 to the U.S. Consulate, the transaction will be successful. I thought that instead of destroying the data, or cheapening the Germans, it would be better to make a deal in exchange for a better life in the future, which is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I can't have a second choice. ”

"I see, then your advice to me is." Daines frowned and looked at the lewd man in front of him.

"If you agree, you can do it with me, I don't think Americans with deep pockets will care about paying an extra honorarium. Look at Bill, I know very well that when you go to America, you may be able to achieve more than here, and the Germans will soon occupy this country, and you may never be able to make it here. Do it with me, Bill, you're a smart guy who knows what the right thing to do. Bourburn noticed that the other party's attitude was a little loose, and he slowly lowered his hands.

"We're running out of time, you need to make a decision quickly, Bill."

Bulburn felt that he should be in the driver's seat again, but the next moment, the former MIA agent noticed that the young assistant engineer had raised his gun.

It was a large-caliber military wheel, the gunfire was crisp and loud, and the wooden door of the data room was instantly splattered with Bourben's blood and brains.

Daines walked over to the telephone in the data room, picked up the receiver, and dialed the number dial.

"Mr. Steven, I'm Daines. Something went wrong. No, no, no, it's Bulburn, yes, yes, the engineer, he's actually from the MIA. Yes, Military Intelligence Directorate, MI6. But it seems that he has been bought, and he still wants to trick me into doing it with him. Well, it's American, but I'm not sure yet, you know, right...... I've taken care of it, no, there's no one else in the building today. Okay, then just go as planned, no problem, thank you, Mr. Steven, you are so generous, my mother liked it very much. Okay, so that's it, goodbye, Mr. Steven. ”

Daines hung up the phone, then walked over to the safe, gathered up the scattered papers, and stuffed all the contents into the briefcase that Bourburn had brought. He placed the briefcase on his desk, and Daines walked to the door, stooped down to examine Bourburn's body, and then picked up the briefcase he had brought from the door.

"What a stupid guy, no wonder I didn't like him from the beginning." Daines pulled out an iron kettle from his briefcase, then sprinkled the fuel around the data room, and finally poured the remaining half pot on Bulburn's corpse, the assistant engineer inserted a time-delay fire pipe into Bulburn's pocket, and he twisted a brass sleeve on the fire pipe vigorously, and the delay began to activate.

After standing up and inspecting the room, and seeing that nothing was missing, Daines lifted the briefcase full of confidential drawings and materials, pushed the door open and walked out of the reference room.

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