On January 6, 1941, the weather in San Francisco was sunny, with light clouds and breezes, and pleasant temperatures. With the whistle of the loader starting, a noisy and busy day began in the dock area along the coast.

"I don't want to admit it, but the gap between the British Empire and the United States is on the table, and I really hope that the smart people in Parliament will face up to this fact as soon as possible and come up with a solution to the problem." Henry. Logan stirred the silver spoon in the pastel porcelain cup, and then gracefully placed the spoon on the side of the saucer.

"I don't know what the gentlemen in the London Parliament think, but I know the answer is already hidden in your heart." Verbay shook the newspaper in his hand and flipped through a new page.

"I don't understand what you're saying at all." Henry picked up his teacup and looked out of the terrace.

"You know what I'm talking about, dear Henry," Welbay folded up the newspaper and rested it on the edge of the table, then picked up the silver coffee pot at hand.

"Now let me guess what your answer is." With the pot in one hand and the lid in the other, Welbe slowly poured hot coffee into the cup in front of him.

"It's war." Verbe raised his eyes to look at Henry opposite, and saw that the other party had indifferently put the black teacup back on the saucer, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"War destroys everything, it creates everything. The great empires of history have often risen with wars, and wars can also lead to the demise of a world power. A recent example..."The German glanced at his British counterpart, and was very embarrassed and did not continue.

"The United States naturally has a geostrategic advantage, and at the same time it is strong enough to deal with a modern war." Henry picked up the folded napkin he had at hand, opened it, and tucked it between the collars.

"What if it's a full-scale war on a very grand scale." Verbet took a sip of coffee and then frowned, feeling that the sugar he had just added was not enough.

"How grand do you think it will be?" Henry picked up the knife and fork on the side of the plate.

"Enough to trigger a national mobilization in the United States." Verbet lowered his head and added a sugar cube to the cup.

"It's unlikely."

"What if I say it's possible?"

"What the hell do you know? Verbey. Henry asked, staring into the eyes of his peers.

"As much as you know, Henry." The German took another sip of his coffee, this time raising his eyebrows in satisfaction.

"I still think it's ridiculous." Heng poked the omelette on the plate with his fork: "Even if the expected war does break out, the interests of the British Empire will also be threatened, and our interests in Southeast Asia are too deep. ”

"Haven't you already started to prepare?" Verbe shook off the napkin.

Henry hesitated for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile and said, "At present, it is far from enough. ”

"You probably know more about Japan than we do." Welbe began to cut the bacon on his plate.

"The information we have is outdated, the Japanese have been on guard against us all along, and those idiots who sit in the office and give orders still think that everything is still under their control." Henry was loyal to the British Empire, and he thought that the proud British Empire would end up in the field it is today. It's because the bunch of trash in Whitehall is so incompetent.

Speaking of which, he should actually hate Verbey, a German colleague, but after this period of contact, he was surprised to find that there is a lot of common language between the two, it seems that those predecessors are right, and the enemy may be the one who knows you best.

"To be honest, I really didn't expect the MIA to send you over this time, Henry." Welbe picked up a piece of bacon and put it in his mouth.

"Who did you think it would be?" Hyung wiped the corner of his lips with a napkin.

"That playboy Steel." Welbe chewed on bacon, his eyes full of smiles.

"Why him?" Henry's movements paused.

"Because I think that even if that guy dies in Japan, there is nothing to be sorry for." Welbe swallowed the bacon, he was pleased with the witticism just now, and looked overjoyed.

"It's a shame." Henry shrugged his shoulders in a serious manner, and then laughed as well: "We may not see that stallion for a long time, Welbay, he hooked up with Sir Wessen's niece some time ago. ”

"Really? That Wesson in the British House of Lords? Then he really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. ”

"Who's to say it's not, he's supposed to be on the liner to Mumbai by now."

"This is going to India? The old guy is really ruthless. The German pouted.

"Who's to say it isn't." The Englishman nodded in agreement.

"I remember you spent some time in Japan." Verbet cut the omelette and pulled off a small piece of white bread and dipped it in the yolk that flowed out.

"Yes, I did mention to you, I was in Japan for almost six months."

Verbe put the bread to his lips: "I remember you said you were going to investigate. ”

"You remember well, I was a midshipman in the Royal Navy at the time." Henry said, waving the butter knife in his hand.

"It's my first time going to Japan, but I've read a lot of relevant materials, what do you think of it? I mean, what kind of country is that? Verbet asked, slightly curious.

"It's hard to put into words, Verbey, after all, I haven't been in this country for long, there is a very special kind of... How to say it... I guess it's charm. It's a feeling that you can only feel when you go to the country and see with your own eyes, hear with your ears, talk to them, and experience everything yourself.

You know I've been to many countries, but I swear I've never felt like Japan. To be honest, I was fascinated by the ancient, elegant, and mysterious country of the East, and made many Japanese friends, some of whom even corresponded with me until I joined the Military Intelligence Agency.

But looking back now, I begin to wonder if what I saw back then was really their real faces, the Japanese were so good at disguise, and I was just a proud young officer. Henry's tone was full of emotion, which reminded him of his youthful days.

"Well, hopefully you'll be able to find the answer there this time." Verbe finished and took his coffee and drank it down.

"Do you believe that they will really be so crazy and declare war on Europe and the United States at the same time?" Henry asked.

"From the current situation, this possibility is getting bigger and bigger, so you have to prepare for the worst in advance...", Verbet straightened his back.

"Germany's biggest opponent is the Red Bear, and once a war breaks out in the Pacific, we can't devote too much energy to this battlefield, and the pressure on you Britain will be quite great."

"That's what I'm most worried about right now, so if Japan shifts its strategic focus to the United States..." Henry tore the napkin from between his collars, wiped the corners of his mouth, and threw it on the table.

"It's too early to tell, and I think the most important thing we need to think about right now is how to get the job done, Henry." Verbay stood up from his table, glanced at the British agent, and walked slowly towards the fence of the terrace.

"If the United States loses in the early stages of this war," the British stood up.

"Unless the Japanese are launching a blitzkrieg, but don't forget that the Pacific Ocean is between the two sides, not the Ardennes Forest." Hold on to the fence and reply, "It's not something for people like us to think about, let the big men in London and Berlin have a headache." ”。

"That's right, I do think too much about it sometimes, and it's really nice to see the location of this hotel from here." Henry leaned against the fence and pulled the cigarette case out of his pocket.

"Yes, there are quite a few hotels facing the port area, but something like this," said Welbay, pulling out a cigarette from his cigarette case, and then pointing to the harbor outside the terrace, "I can't book it even if I have money at this time." ”。

Just in front of the hotel, a huge battleship was quietly anchored, and from the terrace you could clearly see the beautiful gray-black-and-white camouflage paint on the hull, and a huge Imperial German naval flag fluttering in the wind on the top of the tall mast.

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