Imperial Overlord

"You may be interested in this matter." An Italian businessman shoved a few photos in his hand to a man with a beard.

This man was sitting in the corner of the coffee shop with a very solemn expression on his face.

He took what the other party handed him over, and looked at it casually. It was some oil drilling equipment stacked on the dock.

"The Italians are going to ship this equipment to North Africa?" The other party raised his head with a frown, and asked with a thick accent.

The Italian businessman nodded, then glanced in the direction of the door and found no suspicious person before saying, "Yes, it's a new set of equipment."

"New equipment... They're crazy. The Axis occupied areas don't have any oil reserves at all, right?" Bearded was confused and wondered if this information was really important.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to want this information, the Italian businessman felt that he should earn the money, so he said, "This may mean that they have found oil in North Africa..."

Hearing the Italian businessman say this, the bearded man was obviously taken aback, and then almost sat up from the sofa.

"My God, they found an oil field in North Africa? This is terrible news!" He suppressed his voice, barely keeping his voice to a level that didn't attract the attention of the people around him.

"It's only possible, but it seems that the possibility is quite high..." The Italian curled his lips.

"Why are you so sure?" The bearded man asked in disbelief.

"If you're not blind..." The Italian looked out the window and said to the bearded man.

"..." The other party looked out the window. In the port not far away, there were Italian soldiers with luggage on their backs, climbing onto the temporarily requisitioned ship.

In order to transport the corresponding materials to Libya as soon as possible, the Italians used a lot of ships. In fact, in this case, it is completely impossible to keep the Allied forces secret.

Very simple, neither Germany nor Italy is a maritime power. If they want large-scale shipping, they will definitely requisition a lot of civilian ships.

As long as the Allied spies are not blind, they can quickly find clues, and the secrecy of this thing is similar to that of a celebrity cheating.

What the Axis powers can do is to operate Libya before the British can react, and break through all obstacles between Libya and Italy.

On this point, Mussolini reached a consensus with Germany after hearing that the Libyan oil field was starting to produce oil and that a second oil well had been found in a row.

The ports in Italy these days are transporting various personnel and supplies to North Africa, and the number of planes protecting them has doubled as compared to usual.

The materials rush to transport include more oil extraction equipment, fresh water treatment equipment, cement and other building materials, as well as various engineering vehicles.

The ships that can load these things are not too small, so it is impossible to keep the secrecy when the giant ship is docked at the dock and loaded with various personnel and materials.

"Please report these to the UK as soon as possible, this is what you have to do now." The Italian businessman said proudly to the bearded man.

The bearded man didn't say much nonsense. He patted a stack of banknotes on the table, put away the photos on the table, and walked out of the coffee shop.

He pushed open the door and walked to the lively street. Before walking too far, he saw from another bar, a few Italian soldiers in black shirts were just going out with a hapless man.

The other party struggled and shouted, "I'm not a spy! I'm not a spy, let me go!"

But the black-shirted troops didn't have any intention of letting them go. They beat and scolded them as they dragged them through the street.

Beard didn't stop much, he passed the group of people and left this dangerous place of right and wrong.

Those people may have caught a real British spy, or they may have just caught a hapless guy, but it has nothing to do with him. He doesn't know that person, and that person can't possibly know him.

"Sir! Give your love to the navy that sank the Resolve." A boy wearing a traditional Italian hat blocked the bearded man's way.

Behind the boy, followed by seven or eight smaller children, they were collecting donations from everyone on the street to support the navy in defeating the British.

The fundraising was launched a few days ago, because the navy sank the enemy battleship Resolve because of a wise and decisive attack by the leader Mussolini.

This victory was used by Mussolini as the focus of propaganda, and the image of the brave and fearless Italian navy was established, making countless young people yearn for it.

"Uh... I'm sorry, I... I don't have any change here." The bearded man smiled embarrassedly. He was carrying a shabby briefcase under his arm, and no one would suspect that it contained money or anything important. .

"Sir! Donate some!" The little boy insisted, but he only came out for the activity with the support of the black shirt army.

The bearded man wanted to refuse, but out of the corner of his eye he saw two soldiers in black shirts patrolling with batons in the distance, so he had no choice but to take money out of his pocket.

Afraid of attracting the attention of the black-shirted army, he could only pick up two small denomination banknotes from his wallet and put them into the donation box held by the boy.

God knows what it's like to donate money to build more warships for your enemies and fight against your motherland. Beard swears, this is definitely not a good taste.

"Thank you!" The little boy nodded politely, finally letting go of the beard who was about to collapse.

Watching these children leave, the bearded heart finally fell to the ground. He's a double spy in Italy...any fright will cut his life.

At the same time, not only in Italy, but also in the German occupation area, as well as in the German mainland, spies discovered the problem and sent the information back to the British mainland.

The intelligence is very clear, Germans and Italians are looking for oil experts, and German chemical companies are even producing new equipment production lines.

At least five sets of large-scale oil extraction equipment will be sent to Italy, which also proves that the Axis powers seem to have discovered oil resources in a certain area on the Mediterranean Sea.

This is definitely not good news for the UK. In other words, any news that the Axis powers are growing is not good news for Britain.

"Sir, our internal self-examination is not over yet... It's not appropriate to make hasty decisions at this time." A subordinate in the office persuaded Churchill.

Churchill also had an embarrassed look on his face. He knew that if he acted rashly now, he might be sent out by German spies.

For this spy who knew the whereabouts of the H fleet, Churchill was also very helpless.

This guy seems to be a ghost, and it is impossible for people to find it. After all, Churchill was not stupid enough to doubt his own naval commander.

There were no more than 10 people at the top of the British hierarchy who knew about the whole trebuchet plan, and Churchill knew that these people could not betray the British Empire.

Even among these people there were no political opponents, and they were Churchill's most identified supporters and advocates.

If even these people couldn't believe it, Churchill would be considered a loner. Here's what he didn't understand: how did the enemy know about Fleet H's trebuchet plan.

In the entire naval command, all the staff are under quarantine review, even the maids who sweep the floors and the workers who clean the glass.

What's frustrating is that apart from hurting the hearts of many people, this kind of inspection is useless, and they haven't even found a suspicious person.

Under such circumstances, even knowing that the Germans were doing something about oil in Italy, Churchill could not make an effective response.

Let the H fleet go to Italy again? Sink those **** transports? This decision is expected to be rejected by Somerville: the failure of the last operation, the problem has not been found out, and the fleet will be sent to death?

Churchill also knew that he could not lose any more battleships... If he lost more battleships~www.readwn.com~, then he would lose the important control of the sea in the Mediterranean.

"Why can't I find it? Didn't it rule out that the **** password was leaked?" Churchill looked at his subordinates and asked angrily.

His subordinates are obviously also very depressed. This kind of work of investigating themselves is not a good job: "Sir, the MI has tried at least 30 suspects, but they are all normal."

"They are all normal? That means, I, the British Prime Minister, are not normal?" Churchill asked bitterly.

In fact, he had already heard that the people underneath were eccentric, saying that Somerville and Churchill shied their responsibilities and blamed the failure on the trumped-up spy leak.

This statement became more and more credible after several days of review, but no suspicious persons were found.

That's why Churchill asked such a rhetorical question. He was already a little angry and couldn't take care of his own face: "Continue to investigate!"

"Wait!" Churchill thought about the North African oil question a second before his men went out: "We can't do nothing! We must prevent the Germans from getting more oil resources!"

"What can we do, sir?" his subordinate asked back, making Churchill at a loss for words.

"For example, we made a fake document in the office! Saying that we were going to attack the Italians in Libya!" The more Churchill said, the more he felt that he was right.

As he spoke, he finally had some smiles on his face: "Yes! That's right! Just do it! Luring the enemy's spy to take the bait, even if we can't catch him, we can send a fake news to the Germans!"

"As ordered! I'll prepare now!" The officer stood at attention and saluted, then left Churchill's office.