Chapter 545: Qian Zhiyu

"What is this and where did it come from?"
The Chief Executive Officer of MI6, code-named "M", asked with a frown.
"I don't know where it came from, we only know that this thing suddenly appeared on the steps in front of our office building this morning."
The staff who was operating a complicated instrument responded.
"So now do you know what's inside? Is there any danger?" M is full of vigilance about this package of unknown origin. Its unusual appearance indicates that it must contain some special purpose.
Could it be the ghost of KGB again? But all this doesn't look like their style? Mao Zi has always liked simple and violent solutions, allowing people to recognize their handwriting at a glance, but today's incident is full of weirdness and weirdness, which is obviously very different from the past, and it is momentarily unpredictable.
Or, are they showing off the tight security measures that can easily break through the MI6 headquarters building?
"After we have used the most advanced dual-level X-ray photography to confirm that there is no explosive ingredient in it, the X-ray machine results show that it should be a book."
"a book?"
"Yes, or it's just a stack of bound manuscript paper."
"Why do you say that it is bound?"
"Because I saw something like a staple on the X-ray machine."
"So, there should be no danger?"
"Yes, it has been confirmed that there are no suspicious known toxic components after sampling and chemical experiments."
M thought for a while and ordered: "If this is the case, then open it."
The mysterious sealed box was quickly moved to a separate room with unusually strong walls and thick one-way light-transmitting explosion-proof glass. M stood outside the explosion-proof glass and witnessed a security guard approaching it carefully. box.
Just in case, while wearing a full set of heavy-duty explosion-proof suits, this security guard also put on a chemical protective suit outside.
Fortunately, none of these preparations came in handy in the end. The opened box was indeed a book as shown under the X-ray machine, and looking at the cover and paper, the printing was quite beautiful.
The staff wanted to check the book further, but M had already entered the room impatiently, picked up the book in one hand, flipped through it, and then frowned and asked: "Chinese? It's actually from Huaxia. Do we have a reliable Chinese translation?"
The dignified MI6, Blue Star's fourth largest spy agency, a Chinese translator is of course available.
The translator took the book and looked at the title first. There was a sneer: "Dark 007, which stall is this nine-rate novel, right? In order to get a lot of fire, I actually hit Ian Fry All the crooked ideas in Ming’s famous spy novel "007" are used, and these Chinese people are really not ashamed!"
He turned around absently, and asked, "Sir, do you really want me to translate this? I think it's just a prank... Oh no, my God, please wait!"
M looked at the translator's face suddenly turned pale, and couldn't help asking: "What's the matter? What's the situation?"
The interpreter managed to control his emotions, raised his head to look at M, and said with a trembling, "Director, I request to report to you in the first-level confidential room."
The first-level confidential room, this is the highest-level confidential meeting room in MI6. There is only one room with the highest level of confidentiality measures. There is no monitoring, no audio or video recording, and no written records of the content of the meeting. It is only limited to the people involved knowing, and once this secret room is used, it inevitably means that an extraordinary incident has occurred.
Moreover, in the overall situation, only one person has the right to approve the use of this secret room. Of course, this person is Mr. M himself as the director.
"Are you sure?" M asked with a frown.
The translator swallowed dryly, looked at the "Dark 007" in his hand, then looked at M, and nodded again with great difficulty: "Yes, I confirm."
This is really a difficult decision. As long as those who have entered the secret room, it means that they must be kept tight-lipped and monitored by MI6 for life, completely losing any personal privacy until they die or the incident is decrypted...
And to decrypt such things, it is almost impossible to talk about events that require a first-level confidential room!
Oh, not necessarily, maybe it's just a little longer, for example, a hundred years.
I'm sorry, I'm just a translator. In order to have a better skill in the fierce competition of colleagues in the bureau, I have chosen to learn the unpopular Chinese. Who knows that there will be today?
The translation followed M walked into this mysterious room, which was called a "lifelong prison" by colleagues in the bureau, and discovered that the layout in this room was actually extremely simple.
Two ordinary chairs and an old wooden conference table are all in this room.
As the heavy metal door behind him was slowly closed, M sat down and asked, "Now let's talk about it. What do you see?"
The translator did not sit down, but opened the "Dark 007" and began to read:
"In 1971, Indira Gundy was elected Prime Minister of India for the second time. Under her auspices, the Indian government began to invest in Soviet Russia in an all-round way, and signed the "India-Soviet Friendship Treaty" in the same year. Article 9 of it stipulates, The contracting parties undertake not to provide any assistance to a third party in an armed conflict on the same side. When either party is attacked or threatened by an attack, the contracting parties shall immediately negotiate and jointly eliminate such threats."
"This clause is interpreted by our government as a de facto military alliance between India and Soviet Russia. In the second India-Pakistan War launched in November of that year, Soviet Russia's actions proved that it had indeed fulfilled it. We cannot tolerate this clause. Therefore, we have been secretly planning to overthrow the Yingjira government and have carried out several actions for this purpose. Unfortunately, all of them ended in failure."
"In 1974, Indy held its first underground nuclear test, code-named "Buddha Smile", which showed that with the secret support of Soviet Russia, Indy's power had expanded to the point where it needed to be careful. In January 1980, Indira was re-elected as Prime Minister of India and began to train her youngest son Sanjadi as her successor in a planned way."
"Although Sanjadi studied at our university in Britain and worked for a period of time in the Rolls-Royce car factory, under the influence of her mother, her political views gradually tended to Soviet Russia, which made us very annoyed."
"After all, Yingjila is the head of a country with strong security forces, so we haven't found a suitable opportunity for a long time, but Sanjadi is different. He loves driving cars and flying, and even owns his own private small plane. "
"So, I was instructed to lead a special team to implement a special plan of action. The plan was implemented very smoothly. On July 13, 1980, Sandjadi drove his Pitts SA-2 aircraft during a routine routine. During the flight, the aircraft engine suddenly caught fire and caused the crash and death..."
"Enough", M Tieqing interrupted the interpreter, and the interpreter stopped reading.
This short paragraph is enough. M already knows what is written in this book. Of course, he knows who the "I" in this book is.
Johnson, you bastard! How dare you betray the organization and the country, what about your conscience? What about shame? What about the patriotic feelings that are on your lips every day? What vows have you ever made to God and the King? ! !
Don't you know, this thing...no, once this "novel" is published, what kind of uproar will be caused, and what kind of embarrassment will be placed on the great United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland!
After all, MI6, as a department dedicated to doing dirty work for Britain, has too many dark sides that outsiders cannot know.
And you, Johnson, you will face the anger of all Britons and the global pursuit of MI6!
No matter you hide in the end of the world, no matter which dark sewer you hide in, you will never die!
M barely controlled his emotions about to explode, and asked with a gloomy face: "Look at who the author is and who wrote this book."
The translator closed the book tremblingly, pointed to the squares on the cover and said, "There is a signature on it."
"who is it?"
"Qian's Feather."