Chapter 1293 His Excellency the Earth King
In October 1941, the autumn weather in Liverpool was getting thicker. The fallen leaves on the streets were colorful, with yellow, orange and red intertwined, adding a touch of warm color to this port city in northwest England.
Despite the shadow of war, the port of Liverpool is still busy, with ships plying the docks, factory chimneys spitting out plumes of smoke, and the humid air mixed with the pungent smell of coal smoke.
Gucci, dressed in Indian clothing, walked out of the hotel, looked up at the gray sky, and then looked at the street corner in the distance. The old Victorian buildings looked particularly majestic under the dim street lights.
Beside the street lamp, two white men who were smoking saw Gucci and immediately turned their heads to the other side, acting quite sneakily.
Gu Qi glanced at the two men, and then Song Minghao and Gui Youguang, who were also disguised as Indians, surrounded him and got into a luxury car. The car started and drove quickly past the two men, splashing a few pools of muddy water.
"Hey! Watch the reckless guy!"
One of the shorter white men took two steps back to avoid the splash, raised his fist and cursed in the direction the car left, with a look of anger on his face.
This man's companion, however, was very calm. He glanced around, took out a pen and paper from his inner pocket, and lowered his head to record something seriously.
After a while, the short man wiped the mud spots on his pants with his hand and said angrily: "Damn the Indian natives, the empire should send them all to France and let the Germans teach them manners and manners."
"Ah ha, that's a good suggestion, but it's a pity that Downing Street (the official residence of the British Prime Minister) will not agree. The empire needs support now." The companion stopped recording and replied with a smile.
The short man became even more angry when he heard this, and his face turned red: "I joined MI5 for the Queen and the British Empire, not to monitor this man from Manny. Manny."
As if he had forgotten where the target came from, the short man stuttered twice. His companion put the pen and paper back into his pocket and followed his words.
"Manipur, our target is from Manipur. It is said that he is a local king. In short, he is a very rich guy. Downing Street hopes that the king can buy more machinery from the empire or transport more food.
As you know, the empire is now short of food, war funds, and all materials that can keep the war going. So as long as it is proven that the target is not a spy, the officials from the Ministry of Food will come forward. "
Due to the threat of war, Britain's food imports have been significantly reduced, and the supply of major foods such as wheat, meat and dairy products is seriously insufficient, and rationing has begun.
Perhaps he couldn't accept the decline of the British Empire, or he couldn't accept being overtaken by the original colonies. After hearing his companion's answer, the short man became more and more dissatisfied and spit on the ground viciously.
"The empire is too benevolent. The target looks very much like an East Asian. He may be a Japanese ally of the Germans. As long as this guy is sent to the interrogation room, the empire can get everything it wants."
The companion rolled his eyes and explained helplessly: "Didn't you read the mission briefing? The aboriginal people of Manipur are the Kuki tribe. The Kuki people are very similar in appearance to the Republic of China and the Japanese. The Ministry of Interior and Customs did not notice it. What’s wrong with the target and the accompanying documents?”
The short man took out the metal wine bottle and took a sip of wine, and said nonchalantly: "I am different from you. You are a young man who graduated from Cambridge, and I am a poor boy from Birmingham. Of course, you are responsible for the mission briefing."
The conversation ended there, and MI5 lifted the surveillance two days later. Immediately, several officials from the Ministry of Food paid a visit to His Excellency the King of Manipur, and the two sides had a pleasant conversation.
His Excellency Tuwang, who spoke with a strong Indian accent, promised that he would deliver a batch of grain to the British mainland as soon as possible and sell it to the British government at a low price to support the just war of the British Empire.
The officials of the Ministry of Food were very satisfied with the other party's statement and left after confirming the delivery time. The proud British did not even sign the contract because they did not think that a colonial rich man had the courage to deceive the British Empire.
Gu Qi watched the food department car drive away, then turned to wink at Gui Youguang and Song Minghao. The two immediately checked whether there were any monitoring equipment in the house, even the inside of the electrical appliances.
After confirming that the environment in the room was safe, the three of them went to the balcony facing the street, and under the cover of the sound of car engines coming and going, they communicated about the mission in low voices.
After inquiring, it was found that Glaxo's pharmaceutical factory is located in Crosby, ten kilometers north of Liverpool. Like Zuo's pharmaceutical factory in Australia, it is extremely heavily guarded, and a British Army unit is stationed two kilometers away.
Once there is a problem in a pharmaceutical factory, it only takes five minutes for fully armed soldiers to rush to the scene. Faced with professional soldiers with combat vehicles and heavy firepower, intelligence personnel simply cannot resist.
Gu Qi frowned, thinking of many plans in his mind but giving up immediately. The British were not fools, and they also knew the importance of penicillin, and it was impossible not to be prepared.
Seeing how troubled he was, Gui Youguang touched the pai (turban) on his head and suggested a simple and crude solution. They could find a truck filled with explosives and rush into the factory to detonate it.
As for the driver, just find a terminally ill patient. The military commander has all the means to control the other party. After the explosion, the operators will retreat immediately. If it fails, they will find another way.
Gu Qi thought about it and found that the only way to complete the task in a short period of time was to rush forward. Planning carefully as before would not only waste time, but also easily expose it.
Although MI5 has lifted the surveillance, the longer the delay, the greater the possibility that something will go wrong. After all, the identity of this earth king cannot withstand scrutiny. Gu Qi decisively decided to do as Gui Youguang said. The only difference was to adjust the explosion to late at night when there were fewer people. Zuo Zhong's order was to blow up the pharmaceutical factory, not to cause a large number of casualties, and not to completely break up with the British. .
Fortunately, Glaxo Company has not yet fully mastered the technology of large-scale production of penicillin. Workers only work during the day. Otherwise, it would be difficult to blow up the factory and kill fewer people. Bullets and bombs do not have eyes.
Determining the action plan is just the beginning. There is still a lot of work left, such as investigating the construction data of the pharmaceutical factory, and then calculating how much explosives are needed and the detonation location based on these data. Any mistakes will lead to failure of the operation.
Too much explosives will affect surrounding houses or innocent people, while too little explosives will affect the power of the explosion. Operators must find a just right detonation point, which is a test of experience and blasting skills.
In addition, the collection and transportation of explosives are also problems.
When they came to Britain this time, Gu Qi and others did not bring any weapons. The above plan must rely on the power of the British Military Station.
The British Station has been rooted in England for several years. It is not difficult to raise enough explosives. What is difficult is how to transport them from the warehouse to Liverpool.
After the war began, German spies lurking in Britain became extremely rampant, sabotaging factories and spreading rumors many times. Scotland Yard and MI5 set up checkpoints at road and railway hubs everywhere. Such a large amount of explosives could not be carried in your pocket. Liverpool.
Gu Qi assigned tasks to Gui Youguang and Song Minghao respectively. It was up to the two of them to decide exactly what to do. He just gave orders.
Early the next morning, Gui Youguang, who had been thinking all night, went to Liverpool City Hall and successfully entered the building permit office on the grounds that Lord Tuwang was planning to purchase a factory locally.
The staff warmly welcomed the Tu King's confidant, who wore huge ruby rings on all ten fingers, and took him to the archives.
"Sir, here is information on all the industrial buildings in Liverpool. You can choose whatever you want." The potbellied staff introduced respectfully.
Gui Youguang nodded reservedly and handed over a few white pounds to express that he wanted to be alone. The staff skillfully collected the money and turned to leave. It was obviously not the first time this happened.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the door being closed. Gui Youguang took three steps at a time and came to the filing cabinet, looking for the architectural drawings of the pharmaceutical factory based on the street initials.
He quickly flipped through the documents in his hands, his eyes scanning the door from time to time, until he found the information he wanted, and the hand that flipped through the documents suddenly stopped.
Gui Youguang did not expect that things would go so smoothly. This was during the war, and it was incredible that the British would put the blueprints of important factories in government agencies and allow them to look through them at will.
While lamenting the carelessness of the British, Gui Youguang placed the blueprint of the pharmaceutical factory and several other blueprints on the blueprint shelf, and turned on the movable desk lamp.
In order to avoid being exposed, he could not use spy cameras or other equipment that did not match his identity during this trip. He could only forcefully memorize the various numbers and professional symbols on the blueprint.
Time passed by, and the staff of the city hall looked at the clock on the wall. Just as they were about to get up and go to the archives room, Gui Youguang opened the door and walked out, saying goodbye to the staff with a smile.
After walking out of the city hall, Gui Youguang stood on the steps and looked at the sky. The Indian-style fake beard above his lips was slightly raised, and he was in a very good mood.
That night, a military logistics truck holding a special pass passed the checkpoint and drove into the suburbs of Liverpool.
In the darkness, Song Minghao breathed a sigh of relief. He squeezed the white pounds in his pocket and strode towards the direction of the truck with a few of his men.
Five days later, late at night.
Gucci quickly walked to the mailbox with his hands in his pockets, took out a threatening letter and stuffed it in. The name of the person in charge of Glaxo was written in the recipient column on the envelope.
Glaxo must know who bombed the pharmaceutical factory, and Glaxo must also know why the pharmaceutical factory was bombed.
A few blocks away, a pale man drove a truck around the intersection, headlights streaking across the road and illuminating the sidewalk and illuminating his wife and three children.
Gui Youguang strangled the necks of two of the boys with his arms and waved at each other with a smile. The rest of the man's family members were also firmly controlled by military special agents.
The man looked in pain, gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator, and the truck rushed to the pharmaceutical factory as fast as possible. One person's life was exchanged for the life of the whole family and food and clothing. This was a very fair transaction.
