In October 1941, Liverpool's autumn atmosphere became increasingly strong, and the leaves on the streets were colorful, yellow, orange and red intertwined, adding a warm color to this port city in northwest England.

Despite the shadow of war, Liverpool's port is still busy, with ships passing through the docks, and the chimneys of the factory spit out green smoke, and the moist air is mixed with the pungent smell of coal smoke.

Gucci, dressed in Indian clothes, 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.

Next to the street light, two white men who were smoking saw Guqi and immediately turned their heads to the other side, and their behavior was quite sneaky.

Guqi glanced at the two of them, and then Song Minghao and Gui Youguang, who were also disguised as Indians, surrounded him and sat in a luxury car. The car started and drove quickly past the two men, splashing a few pools of mud.

"Hey! The reckless guy looks at it!"

One of the shorter white men took two steps back and avoided the water splash, raised his fist and cursed in the direction of the car leaving, his face full of anger.

This person's companion was very calm, his eyes swept around, he took out paper and pen from his inner pocket, lowered his head and recorded something carefully.

After a while, the short man wiped the mud spots on his pants with his hands and said angrily: "Damn Indian natives, the empire should send them all to France and let the Germans teach them politeness and demeanor."

"Aha, a good suggestion, but unfortunately Downing Street (the British Prime Minister's Residence) 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 entered MI5 for the Queen and the British Empire, not to monitor this from Manny...Manny..."

It seemed that he had forgotten where the target came from. The short man stuttered twice, and his companion put the paper and pen back into his pocket and continued to follow his words.

"Manipur, our target is from Manipur, who is said to be the local king of earth. In short, he is a very rich guy. Downing Street hopes that the Lord of earth can buy more machinery from the empire or transport more food.

You know, now the empire lacks food, war funds, and all supplies that can keep the war going, so as long as it is proved that the target is not a spy, the officials of the Food Department will come forward at that time."

Due to the threat of war, Britain's food imports have been greatly reduced, and the supply of major grains such as wheat, meat and dairy products has been severely insufficient, and the rationing system has begun.

Perhaps he could not accept the decline of the British Empire, or he could not accept being ridden by the original colony, the short man became increasingly dissatisfied after hearing his companions' answers, and spitted on the ground fiercely.

"The Empire is too kind, and the target looks very much like East Asians. 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 he wants."

The companion rolled his eyes and explained helplessly: "Didn't you read the mission briefing? The indigenous people of Manipur are the Kuki tribe. The Kuki people look very similar to the Republic of China and the Japanese. The Ministry of the Interior and Customs did not find any problems with the target and the documents of the followers."

The short man took out a metal wine bottle and drank a sip of wine, and said indifferently: "I am different from you. You are a young man from Cambridge, and I am a poor boy from Birmingham. Of course, you are responsible for the mission briefing."

The conversation ended. Two days later, MI5 lifted the surveillance, and several food officials immediately met with the Lord Tu of Manipur, and the two sides had a great conversation.

His Excellency the Turkish King, who spoke a strong Indian accent, promised that he would ship a batch of food to the British mainland as soon as possible and sell it to the British government at a low price to support the just war in the British Empire.

The officials of the Food Department were very satisfied with the other party's statement and said goodbye and left after confirming the delivery time. The arrogant British did not even sign a contract because they did not think that a colonial rich man had the courage to deceive the British Empire.

Guqi looked at the car in the food department driving away, turned his head and winked at Gui Youguang and Song Minghao. The two immediately checked whether there were monitoring equipment in the house, and they didn't even let the electrical appliances go.

After confirming the safety of the room environment, Guqi and the other two walked to the balcony facing the street, using the sound of the car engine coming and going, they whispered to communicate the task content.

After investigation, Glaxo's pharmaceutical factory is in Crosby, ten kilometers north of Liverpool, just like the Zuo family's pharmaceutical factory in Australia, and there is also a British army unit stationed two kilometers away.

Once there is a problem with the pharmaceutical factory, fully armed soldiers can only arrive at the scene in five minutes. Facing professional soldiers with tanks and heavy firepower, intelligence personnel cannot resist it.

Gucci frowned, thought of many plans but gave up immediately. The British are not fools, and they also know the importance of penicillin and it is impossible not to be prepared.

Seeing him so upset, Gui Youguang touched the Pai (headscarf) on his head and proposed a simple and crude method. They could find a truck to fill with explosives and rush into the factory to detonate.

As for the driver, he would find a terminally ill patient. The Military Control Commission had some means to control the other party. After the bombing, the personnel who were in operation immediately retreated. If it failed, they would find another way.

Gu Qi thought about it and found that to complete the task in a short time, he could only rush hard. Planning as carefully as before was not only a waste of time, but also easily exposed.

Although the MI5 lifted the surveillance, the longer the time delayed, the greater the possibility of a mess in the middle. After all, the identity of this earth king cannot withstand detailed investigation.

Guqi decided to do what Gui Youguang said. The only difference was to adjust the explosion to a late night with fewer personnel. Zuo Chong's order was to blow up the medicine factory, not to cause a large number of casualties, nor to completely break up with the British.

Fortunately, Glaxo has not fully mastered the technology of mass production of penicillin. Workers only work during the day, otherwise it would be difficult to kill less people by only bombing factories, and bullets and bombs have no eyes.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is confirmed that the action plan is just the beginning, and 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. An error anywhere will lead to failure of the action.

If there is too much explosive, it will affect the surrounding houses or innocent people, and if there is too little, it will affect the power of the explosion. Operators must find a perfect detonation point, which is very challenging to experience and blasting technology.

In addition, the collection and transportation of explosives are also a problem.

This time when I came to the UK, Gucci and others did not carry any weapons. The above plan must rely on the power of the Military Intelligence Bureau's British Station.

The British station has been rooted in the UK for several years, and it is not difficult to raise enough explosives. The difficult thing is how to transport it from the warehouse to Liverpool.

After the war started, German spies lurking in the UK were extremely rampant, destroying factories and spreading rumors many times. Scotland Yard and MI5 had checkpoints on highways and railway hubs everywhere. Such a large amount of explosives could not be kept in their pockets and brought to Liverpool.

Gu Qi assigned tasks to Gui Youguang and Song Minghao respectively. The two of them decided by themselves, and he just issued an order.

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 His Excellency Toro was preparing to purchase a factory in the local area.

The staff warmly welcomed the local king's confidant who wore a huge ruby ​​ring on his ten fingers and took him to the archives.

"Sir, here are information about all the industrial buildings of Liverpool, you can choose as you like." The big-bellied staff introduced respectfully.

Gui Youguang nodded reservedly and handed out a few white pounds to show that he wanted to be alone. The staff skillfully collected the money and turned around and left. It was obviously not the first time he encountered such a thing.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the door being closed. Gui Youguang walked to the filing cabinet in three steps and took two steps, and looked for the construction drawings of the pharmaceutical factory according to the first letter of the street.

He quickly flipped through the documents in his hand, and his eyes swept across the door from time to time until he found the information he wanted. The hand that flipped the documents suddenly stopped.

Gui Youguang didn't expect things to go so smoothly. During this period of war, the British actually put the blueprints of important factories in government agencies and allowed them to read them at will. It was really incredible.

While sighing at the British's carelessness, Gui Youguang put the blueprint of the pharmaceutical factory and several other blueprints on the drawing stand and turned on the movable desk lamp.

In order to avoid exposure, he cannot use spy cameras or other equipment that does not match his identity. He can only forcefully remember various numbers and professional symbols on the blueprint.

Time passed by minute by minute. The staff of the city hall looked at the clock on the wall and just wanted to get up to go to the archives room. Gui Youguang pushed the door and walked out, smiling and sang goodbye to the staff.

After walking out of the city hall, Gui Youguang stood on the steps and looked at the sky. His Indian-style fake beard above his lips raised slightly, and he was in a very good mood.

That night, a military logistics truck with a special pass passed through the checkpoint and drove into the suburbs of Liverpool.

In the darkness, Song Minghao breathed a sigh of relief. He pinched the white pound in his pocket and walked towards the truck with several of his men.

Five days later, late at night.

Gucci walked quickly 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.

There are faults and debts. Glaxo must know who bombed the pharmaceutical factory, and also let Glaxo know why the pharmaceutical factory was bombed.

A few blocks away, a pale-faced man drove a truck around the intersection, and headlights flashed across the road to illuminate the sidewalks, and 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 remaining family of the man was also firmly controlled by the Military Intelligence Agency spies.
Chapter completed!