Late at night, the lights in Alfred Marshall's office were still on. The head of the Military Intelligence Agency was completing the final work at hand. He was calm, calm, and responsible, and his abilities were appreciated and supported by Zhou Qingfeng.
However, Marshall is now writing a resignation. He was originally the head of the Enclave's military advisory group stationed in Cuba to assist Diego's forces. After Zhou Qingfeng captured Havana, he captured the entire advisory group. As the leader, he not only kept his
life, and was also asked to establish a military intelligence bureau.
Letting prisoners do the most confidential things was also Zhou Qingfeng's helplessness due to the lack of talent when he arrived in Cuba. However, fortunately, he did not misjudge the person. Alfred Marshall's work in more than half a year was very effective, ensuring that
Stability and purity within the legion.
But Mr. Marshall still had to leave. He had made an agreement with Zhou Qingfeng to return to the Enclave at the right time. Because his wife, children, and family were still waiting, he couldn't give up. He even said that he was just doing his job and going back.
Afterwards, he was unable to keep secrets for the Legion.
"Maybe I will be arrested when I return to the Enclave and asked to reveal all the secrets about the Aurora Legion." Marshall thought. But he was helpless and had to write his resignation because family is very important to him.
Due to the special nature of the intelligence agency, it can be said that Marshall knew a lot of secrets during his more than half a year in Havana. Except for some particularly secretive matters of the Ministry of Interior and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, as well as some of the work of the Legion Commander's Mutant Guards, there were all kinds of intelligence left
There's nothing he doesn't know.
It was under this circumstance that Marshall was deeply shocked by the development of the Legion after the occupation of Havana. An empire built from scratch, the lofty ambitions of all the builders, the vitality of the entire society, and even its coexistence of recklessness and fearlessness
The vitality is deeply intoxicating.
Marshall really likes to stay in the Legion. He can feel from various data reports that the Legion is making new achievements every day and expanding its strength every minute.
Think about it, when the Legion first occupied Havana, there were only a few thousand skeleton personnel, but now the remaining population of Cuba includes the entire population, and it is still absorbing refugees from outside. Sooner or later, it will become a great country that dominates the country.
"It's a pity that I can't always accompany the growth of this empire. This is really sad." Marshall thought about escaping after being captured, but the coldness of the nuclear winter at that time cut off the possibility of solo escape. And when he served as
After becoming the director of the Intelligence Bureau, the thought of escaping soon faded away.
Opening up a wilderness and discovering the hidden treasures is something that makes people obsessed. However...
After writing his resignation and putting it on the table, Marshall walked out of the Military Intelligence Bureau building in an extremely simple manner with a simple suitcase. The news that he was leaving had become known to everyone, and everyone in the Intelligence Bureau building silently came out to see him off.
.
"Everyone, I am very happy to have your trust and service over the past six months. I am deeply grateful. Although I have to leave today, I will definitely miss the time with you in the future." Marshall, who was carrying the suitcase, bowed his head slightly and said
Everyone paid tribute and solemnly said 'goodbye' at the end.
All the senior staff of the entire Military Intelligence Agency were recruited by Marshall, and he also built the rules, regulations and responsibility culture of the entire agency. He formulated all early action plans, and also deeply imprinted his style and charm here, and
It will be passed down for a long time.
Marshall's departure had been tacitly approved by Zhou Qingfeng. When he walked out of the Intelligence Bureau building, he saw Ms. Nancy, one of the two wives beside the regiment commander, coming to see him off.
"Victor said that if he came, he would not be able to help but force you to stay because he really can't find anyone to replace you." Nancy smiled.
Marshall also smiled and said: "I am deeply honored to receive such praise from the commander of the army. Please believe me, I have an indescribable admiration for the commander of the army personally. The career he created is almost miraculous in my opinion. Therefore...
, I am deeply sorry for leaving."
At the last laugh, Marshall almost choked up and lost his voice. His achievements in the past six months were the real glory of his life, but now he still lowered his head and got into a leaving car. Nancy also waved goodbye after giving a small gift.
.
In the car, Marshall opened the gift box. Inside was a huge unpolished rough diamond. He knew at a glance that it should have been sent by an African messenger a few days ago. If it could be made into jewelry, it would be worth a fortune.
money.
There is a note inside the box that says, 'To Alfred Marshall, your ability and character are as simple and rare as this natural diamond.'
Marshall was almost in tears when he received such an evaluation, and people in his decades still shed tears. In his opinion, Victor Hugo is one of the few heroes in the world, and he can receive such evaluation from someone he admires and admires.
, nothing more to ask for.
The car was about to drive to the airport. Havana had established direct flights with Houston, and regular flights were open between the two parties. But halfway through, the driver suddenly braked and even pulled out his gun in an attempt to defend himself.
"What happened?"
"Someone is blocking the way."
Under the illumination of the car lights, a skinny old man appeared in front of the car. The other man ran up to the car with a smile and knocked on the window and shouted: "Mr. Marshall, I am Dave from the Enclave Department of Commerce. I learned that you are returning to Houston. I hope you can
Take a free flight, after all, we will be colleagues from now on."
Seeing this old Jewish man wearing a white hat, Marshall frowned. But he really couldn't refuse and had no choice but to let him get in the car.
"Ah? Your car is so comfortable!" Dave was familiar with him. After sitting in the car, he exchanged a few words and asked directly: "Mr. Marshall, you have left the Aurora Corps. I can ask you some questions as a colleague.
Problem?"
What is supposed to come will always come, and Marshall is already prepared. He nodded and said, "Just ask."
"I have personally submitted several requests to issue banknotes for the legion. Does Commander Hugo know about this?" Dave couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't go to the top of the legion directly, so he could only intercept Marshall halfway to try to clear up the confusion.
"You're going to stop my car for this?" Marshall said.
"Yes." Dave clasped his fists and begged: "I have this problem, please tell me the details. I have been confused about this for a long time."
Marshall was so angry that his nose was filled with smoke, and he thought to himself: I know a lot of secrets of the legion, and yet you come to ask this irrelevant question?
"The Corps Commander saw your application, and I remember he smiled and said, 'I actually have no objection to issuing banknotes, but how can I trust a Jew who serves in the Enclave?'" Marshall gave the answer with a straight face.
"That's it?" Dave didn't expect it to be so simple. "The legion commander didn't refuse, he just didn't trust me enough, right?"
"Yes, the legion's gold reserves are far from enough to mint currency. The top management has long planned to issue banknotes. It's just that the legion can't find a trustworthy financial expert at the moment." After Marshall finished speaking, he called to stop, "Okay, you can
Get lost, I don’t want you to take a free flight."
Dave didn't take it seriously and got out of the car. Instead, he laughed gratefully. Knowing the crux of the problem, he knew how to solve it - isn't it a problem of trust? To put it simply, it is to invest in a certificate. Capital has no borders, and Judas is even more
There is no need for a motherland.
After driving away the annoying Dave, Marshall boarded the night flight angrily and flew to Houston, the capital of the Enclave, a few hours later. As soon as he got off the plane, he thought that a large number of agents with a cold air would come to take him into custody.
He wanted to leave, but the airport was actually very deserted and no one came to pick him up.
"What's going on?" Marshall was originally affiliated with the Enclave Ministry of Defense. He was assigned to Diego's military advisory group a year ago, and then he was captured and dramatically became the enemy's director of military intelligence. "I am also serving as a member of the enemy's camp after all.
Important position, and the information to be returned has been notified."
Marshall was used to the bustle of Havana and the deserted Houston, which made Marshall uncomfortable. He walked out of the airport confused, only to find that he couldn't hail a car or contact anyone.
"What a hell." Marshall had to carry his suitcase and run to the airport management, trying to find a way to call his former superior. A few hours later, a young officer full of resentment came to pick him up.
"Mr. Marshall, can't you come back at a suitable time? This midnight is not normal working time." The young officer who picked me up was very impatient. He yawned while driving. Judging from his skewed clothes and lazy posture,
Look, the devil knows how he got into the Ministry of Defense.
Damn it!
Marshall cursed in his mind. In Havana, the Aurora Legion was trying its best to regularize its army and racking its brains to improve the quality of its officers and troops. The commander of the Legion had extremely strict requirements for soldiers, and he was always ready to
Fighting.
But when he returned to Houston, Marshall discovered that a good-for-nothing young man in his early twenties was working in the Department of Defense with the rank of major. If this happened in Havana, Army Commander Hugo would be furious.
"It seems that the Ministry of Defense has forgotten about me." Marshall complained in a low voice. His mood fell to the lowest point after being ignored. He was simply ignored.
"Hahaha... Mr. Marshall, your complaints are really ridiculous. Do you have a background? Do you have a background? Do you have a future? With all due respect, you are just a guy who was demoted and sent to Mexico to retire.
Reserve officers, don’t think too highly of yourself.”
The junior officer's ridicule made Marshall feel angry. He couldn't help but said: "I have served as the director of the intelligence bureau in the Aurora Corps for more than half a year. I know..."
He was interrupted before he finished speaking. The young officer shrugged nonchalantly, raised his finger and said, "Believe me, no one cares about your experience in Cuba now. A lot has happened in Houston in the past six months, and we have nothing to do with that person in the south.
The impression of the island has changed.
Do you know what we call the leader of the broken legion now? The vegetable seller! Hahaha..., the vegetable seller!"
Hearing such a contemptuous taunt, Marshall turned blue with anger. He really wanted to roar loudly: "You regard the heroic Victor Hugo as a 'greengrocer'? If you despise him like this, sooner or later,