The mask was shot off, my husband, you are the king of spy wars

Chapter 67: I accept this mission!

Everyone walked out of the room with trepidation and headed towards the main cabin.

Lin Xia and Han Congxue were still walking at the back. Lin Xia looked at Han Congxue and said softly, "You're here for that batch of medicine, right?"

Han Congxue's expression was shocked, but he only slowed down for three or five seconds before continuing walking, trying his best not to be noticed by others.

"How do you know!"

"Don't worry about that. I just know that if I'm not mistaken, all the devils on the ship should have died from the potion."

"This ship is heavily guarded. You won't be able to succeed with these patrols alone."

"Well, I'll help you. Give me some of the potion after you get it."

"how?"

Han Congxue stared at Lin Xia with almost disbelief. How did he know all this?

Could it be that... this batch of medicine is also being circulated on the black market? Have drug dealers become so rampant?

After thinking about it... "Okay."

...

Lin Xia smiled faintly. The space on this ship was too small. It was too difficult to complete a series of tasks. Too difficult...

With two tasks to deal with, potions and secret messages, Lin Xia felt under tremendous pressure.

Everyone sat down in the main cabin, which was a large space. Including the so-called experts, there were more than a dozen people sitting around the long table, and standing at the front was Colonel Miyamoto.

"Everyone!"

"Even if I don't tell you, you can probably guess why I asked you to come aboard."

"Yes, that's right, it's the telegram in front of you!"

"This is a top-level telegram intercepted by our army, but... even after consulting many experts, we still haven't been able to decipher it. Therefore, we are calling on all the experts to come here."

"Anyone who deciphers this message will be promoted two ranks!"

As soon as the words fell, the experts looked at each other with excitement and opened the telegrams in front of them one after another.

A military promotion of two ranks! Normally, it would be difficult to achieve this in a lifetime!

Hu Meir, who was sitting next to Lin Xia, was also excited.

"Hey, Brother Lin, here comes the opportunity."

"Hurry up and do it."

"Don't let anyone get ahead of you."

As she spoke, Hu Meir opened the telegram.

Although Han Congxue understood a little bit, it was just a little bit. He opened the telegram in front of him and felt a headache looking at the mess.

Chen Feng sat upright in the chair, without moving, not even opening his door.

He understood from the beginning that this...was not his job.

Lin Xia glanced through it, looking at the experts who were working hard to crack it with disdain in her eyes.

Then he closed the telegram and read it again, drinking his tea.

Said: "It's a waste of time to crack this thing."

The group of experts opposite gave them unfriendly looks.

While cracking it seriously, he mocked, "Boy, it's obvious that your skills are too low to crack it."

"What are you pretending to be?"

"that is!"

...

Miyamoto turned his gaze towards Lin Xia and said slowly, "Director Lin, how do you know that we can't crack it?"

"Don't dampen the enthusiasm of everyone here. If you do, you will be subject to military court!"

Lin Xia smiled faintly and said, "Colonel Miyamoto."

"Actually, you already knew that no one could crack it, right?"

Then, he proudly faced the group of experts and slammed the telegram on the table.

"This is a message encrypted using a second-generation German Engelma machine, and you're using the same methods you used to crack the first generation."

"Even if everyone here dies here, it will be impossible to crack it!"

The experts were stunned for a moment, and when Lin Xia mentioned the second-generation aircraft, everyone just began to react.

Nowadays, most telegrams are encrypted using the German first-generation Enigma machine, but the second-generation machine invented by Germany later adopted a more advanced encryption method, and the arithmetic difficulty increased exponentially.

There is no human solution.

Miyamoto stared at Lin Xia intently, his eyes full of enthusiasm, as if he had found a treasure.

"You...know the second generation N'Gma!"

"That's right! You're right!"

“Move it up!”

Then, several Japanese soldiers moved an electric motor onto the table.

"Everyone!"

"To decipher intelligence, you need a second-generation Engelma machine, and I happen to have a half-finished one."

"Your mission is to complete the transformation of this second-generation Engema!"

"As long as you complete it, you will be promoted two levels. Of course, if you fail, the consequences of arbitrarily modifying this treasure will be fatal."

Miyamoto's eyes were so hot that it seemed as if he wanted to eat these people. This was a death order given to him by his superiors!

No matter what, we must crack the telegram!

Most of the people present stared at the machine, their eyes shining. This was the pinnacle of telegraph invention! The highest level of human radio!

But in just a few seconds, everyone's eyes dimmed again and they no longer dared to look.

"Colonel..."

"This is something that took countless people many years to create. We..."

"Yes, Colonel, it is impossible to complete the modification in a short time with human resources."

"Colonel, there's nothing I can do..."

...

Miyamoto gritted his teeth at the crowd's attitude and shouted, "Baka!"

"This is an order!"

"It's not a negotiation!"

"Is there really no one who dares to take on this task?"

Miyamoto roared...no one responded.

...

Lin Xia sipped tea, Chen Feng smoked a cigar, and Hu Meier played with her nails...

In fact, the group not only failed to complete the mission, but the second-generation Enigma machine was the top secret in the military, and once touched, it would definitely lead to death!

Miyamoto stared at everyone coldly and laughed angrily.

"吆西!"

"good very good."

"Everyone, if that's the case, then we can only..."

A few seconds later, Miyamoto placed a beer bottle on the table.

He smiled and said, "Everyone, how about we play a game?"

"The beer bottle spins, and when it stops, whoever the bottle is pointing at will die on the spot if he doesn't accept the task."

Everyone swallowed.

madman!

This Miyamoto is a complete lunatic!

"Okay, let the game begin."

As the wine bottle turned, round and round...it finally stopped and pointed at a white-haired old expert, whose name was: Zhao Qingbai.