Imperial Overlord

"Sir! I advise you to calm down! The review will not take too long!" The leading Air Force officer looked at the already enraged intelligence officer and persuaded.

"Calm down? You are taking revenge on us, but let us calm down?" When the other party spoke, he was already full of resentment.

The situation seemed to get out of control at the beginning. The soldiers behind the air force officers had already pressed their hands on their weapons because of nervousness, and the intelligence officers had also cursed in anger.

"Please obey the orders!" The air force officer persuaded in a stylized manner, but his tone was somewhat incendiary.

In his opinion, these people in front of him have no place for sympathy at all. A few days ago, they were still showing off their power in front of the officers of the Air Force.

"Fuck your orders! We have to maintain our power!" As he said, a leading intelligence officer had already drawn his pistol, waving curses in his hand.

His actions made those British soldiers who had come back from Dunkirk like a bird in a panic all of a sudden tense up.

So the soldiers behind the Air Force officer took off their rifles one after another, and the black muzzle pointed at the intelligence officer who was wielding a pistol.

"What? You still dare to shoot at me? I am a captain! You dare to point a gun at me?" The intelligence officer shouted to the soldiers coldly with anger on his face.

You look at me, I look at you, one by one, these poor soldiers, don't know what to do.

As ordinary infantry soldiers, they certainly dare not point their weapons at a captain officer. But they also came with orders, and they were carrying out the task of detaining and arresting them.

If the other party cooperates, it is naturally a happy thing. But if the other party resists arrest, can they only watch with weapons?

"What? How dare you resist arrest?" the air force officer asked with a sneer, his hand on the pistol on his waist.

The chief of the Intelligence Department couldn't stand it anymore, and quickly scolded his subordinates: "Bastard! Put away the pistol! Are you crazy?"

"I'm crazy? You handed over to those who hold grudges, are you crazy?" The officer looked at his superior and asked, "They will frame it for us!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Put away the gun!" The section chief stepped forward, trying to **** the dangerous pistol.

But it seems that his subordinates have no intention of giving in. The other party took a step back and continued to threaten: "Let's go home! We don't need any trial! I resign! Let this **** war go to hell!"

Censorship of this kind of thing is indeed a very hurtful means. If it is someone else who is being interrogated, this kind of scar is not so obvious.

But once it falls on oneself, it is enough to make people uncomfortable. On the other hand, handing the interrogator over to the person being interrogated for another interrogation is definitely a very frustrating thing.

"The resignation has to wait until the review is over, sir!" The Air Force officer with a bit of a play-watching mentality added such a sentence at this time.

He did not dislike the fact that it was a big deal for the onlookers, and he didn't mind making something happen to make the intelligence department of the Air Force Command, who had been saddened by it, make a fool of himself.

Hearing what he said, the other party became even more angry, and some of the surrounding intelligence officers also looked in his direction with expressions of anger.

How do you say that? I just like the expression on your face that you can't get used to me and can't hit me... Air Force officers at this time have such a slap-up look on their faces.

"Hand over your weapons! Captain! I order you!" Seeing that the situation had become chaotic, the section chief hurriedly ordered to his subordinates.

"Sir!" The captain's intelligence officer looked at his commander, holding the pistol with reluctance.

The war has reached the most critical moment, but the British side is still suspicious in order to find some German spies. It has to be said that it is a very sad thing.

"Hand over it!" Reaching out his hand, the section chief felt that he was the most unlucky and saddest section chief among the previous officials of the Secret Security Bureau.

He had to force his subordinates to give in so that the situation didn't seem so out of control, but he also knew that after the investigation was over, he had no so-called prestige as the leader.

A leader who has no prestige and is not admired by his subordinates cannot manage a team well.

What's more, it's still such an intelligence agency. Everyone is doing the most dangerous jobs. Who doesn't want to find a good boss who can cover them?

"Sir!" The other party shouted again, he felt that he was not only fighting for himself, but also fighting for a bit of dignity for this department.

"You all have your own home, I think it's better for me to do this kind of thing." An elderly officer smiled and said suddenly, startling everyone.

At this time, everyone present discovered that the 50-year-old man had also drawn out his pistol.

Several Army soldiers were so frightened that they hurriedly aimed their weapons in this newly added danger.

And the old man looked at his leader with a smile on his face: "My son died in Dunkirk, and my lover died in the bombing... I have no meaning to be alone."

"Old John! Don't be kidding me!" The section chief felt that he was really unlucky today, a stunned young man had already made him devastated, and now he has an old calm agent...

"Sir... Let me do something for this department in the end, so that others don't look down on our department." The old agent named John raised his weapon with a smile.

However, instead of pointing to others, he pointed to his own head: "If I die here, the Air Force must also give us an explanation, right?"

Who is the scariest? It is the kind of person who would rather die than cause trouble for you the most terrifying. This kind of person has the potential to become a terrorist, and is the most troublesome kind of person.

"Hey! Don't get excited! We're just ordinary cross-examination, it's not that serious!" The officer from the Air Force panicked when he saw someone put a gun to his head.

He is not afraid of other people's resistance, nor is he afraid that others will not cooperate, because the more uncomfortable the other party is, the more satisfied he is with the sense of accomplishment of revenge.

But he was afraid that the other party would cause trouble for him, just like the chief of staff of the Air Force who committed suicide, using his death to make the intelligence department feel as uncomfortable as eating flies.

At any time, being put on the hat of a comrade-in-arms to death is a shame that cannot be washed away by one person.

This is the first day of the investigation into the intelligence department. Someone committed suicide because of the investigation. The Air Force must be responsible for this. This will definitely ruin the future of the Air Force officers in front of them.

Speaking of which, Jiang is still old and hot... Looking at the old John who held his gun to his head, the air force officer thought of this sigh.

"Old John! Calm down! You'd better put down your gun!" Although the section chief really wanted to find an opportunity to throw a pot of sewage into the Air Force, he really didn't want to cause trouble with his old colleagues who had worked together for many years.

Old John is an old agent, and he served in the department before he became chief. He's experienced and a very good agent.

Two months ago, John Sr.'s only son was killed during the Dunkirk evacuation, and his wife was also killed by the German bombing a few days earlier.

Such a blow has made Old John a little negative recently. Who would have thought that such a person would suddenly attack at such a time?

"Put down your weapons! We have something to say!" The air force officer also persuaded, without the arrogance of the show just now.

Carrying a pistol, the excited captain just now looked at everything that was happening in front of him with a dazed expression, and he never understood it—wasn't he just trying to persuade me?

"There's no point in my life anymore! Give my beloved Secret Security Bureau... a little dignity!" Old John didn't mean to put down his gun at all, and his words made everyone even more nervous.

The most dangerous is not the kind of person who roars with a pistol. Such a person is still a long way from shooting.

The kind of person who is holding a weapon but has a calm expression is often a person who is ready to shoot, and such a person is more dangerous.

Sure enough, before everyone could open their mouths to persuade him, Old John pulled the trigger on his head.

"Bah!" A crisp gunshot resounded in the office, bringing all the noise to an end.

Because of the distance, the section chief's clothes were splattered with Old John's blood, making him forget what he was going to do for a while.

"My God!" As Old John's corpse with a broken head fell on the floor, there was a muffled sound, and someone finally exclaimed.

"Find a doctor! Quick! Call a doctor!" Someone shouted in a panic, seemingly forgetting that this kind of suicide no longer needs a doctor.

Now, old John lying on the floor obviously needs a priest, not a doctor.

"Now, do you still plan to continue?" With all the blood all over, the section chief turned around, looked at the Air Force officer not far away, and asked.

"Damn it! You guys are premeditated! I want to report this to the Prime Minister!" The air force officer's expression now was as disgusting as eating a fly.

"We're going to call home! If you don't object. But we can temporarily determine the content of the call, random! How?" The section chief suggested.

"But... you can. But you can't make any other demands, understand? I've violated discipline, I hope you don't have any more problems! Hell!" The Air Force officer is now out of his mind - he's just here to carry out orders, making trouble It was absolutely embarrassing for him to die.