British Civil Servant

"Okay, that's basically it." Alan Wilson muttered tiredly, looking at the huge suitcase.

At this time, there were two people watching the Deputy Secretary packing their bags, one was Great Britain Treasure, the other was the **** goddess, Vivien Leigh and Marilyn Monroe, the latter was invited by Vivien Leigh to be a guest in the UK.

"Isn't Nassau tropical, why bring such a big suitcase?" Marilyn Monroe asked suspiciously.

"This is the basic information used to negotiate with your US president." Alan Wilson put his hands on his waist. "Part of it is the **** and murder cases of overseas US troops in recent years, which overturned the records of the leadership of the third world. It is used for negotiation. Chips!"

"It seems that you regard the United States as an enemy." Marilyn Monroe frowned, as if she had discovered the true face of the two-faced person.

"It's always right to be careful. If I were the president of the United States, I would do everything possible to force the UK to submit, even if it was a threat of nuclear war, but I don't think President Kennedy would. After all, his courage is a little less than mine. "

Alan Wilson did not refute that it is dangerous to be an enemy of the United States, and fatal to be an ally of the United States.

"Monroe, don't listen to him, that's what he is." Vivien Leigh whispered to the men of the same status as her husband, but this time Alan Wilson didn't appreciate it, "Politics is dirty, this time to invite Monroe Miss, because the British public opinion may seize on the affair between you and Kennedy to make a fuss, so let Vivian call you to London to avoid the rumors, if some unrealistic remarks enter Monroe Miss Ears, I'm so sorry for England."

At such a time, he did not hesitate to take advantage of Kennedy's private life. Maybe it hurt Monroe, but there is no way. To be an official of the United Kingdom, I want to serve the interests of the United Kingdom.

"You said so seriously, aren't the two countries allies?" Vivien Leigh muttered in dissatisfaction, wanting the man to say a few words less.

"For the value of the United Front, the value is earned by myself. But don't be too nervous. I am relatively clear about the unfathomable bottom line of the United States."

Alan Wilson is not completely pessimistic. When necessary, the hope of mankind, the city on top of the mountain also has a flexible and unfathomable red line. Iran's twelve missiles have played their own united front value in exchange for the Iranian Revolutionary Guards. Disappearing from the blacklist shows that the United States is also cowardly when it should.

In the 1970s, it was overwhelmed by the pressure of the Soviet Union. Didn't the United States also take the initiative to have a good relationship with a certain big country. Of course, this did not delay the future, but in the end, it did not seize the short opportunity of the disintegration of the Soviet Union to solve the problem once and for all.

Comparing the two contractions in the United States, the basis is still quite different. The contraction of the United States in the 1970s eventually led to Reagan taking office to practice the Seven Wounds Boxing, and began to despise the original industrial growth and focused on the financial industry. s country.

But in the 21st century, America's own industries were not enough, and similar strategies could no longer be used. We can only think of a way to see if we can't bring down our competitors and leave the high-end industry behind and transfer it to ourselves.

The current situation facing the UK is obviously that the US wants to prostitute for free. Historically, the US has continuously launched financial attacks on the UK and squeezed the UK with the scale of its industry, and it has finally succeeded.

This time Alan Wilson believed it was different, dragged the heavy suitcase, Alan Wilson bid farewell to Vivien Leigh, and wished Marilyn Monroe a happy time in the UK, "The European environment is still good, and Miss Monroe can go around freely."

"It's like I should thank you." Marilyn Monroe snorted, looking dissatisfied.

"You really should do this." Alan Wilson turned back and replied seriously, dragging the suitcase to the door. If he hadn't already made arrangements in advance, the meeting between the two would have been during the grave sweeping.

Do you still want to jump around and talk nonsense in front of him? Sexy goddesses simply won't have this chance.

If there is anything unsatisfactory about going to the Bahamas this time, it is that the logistical support is not available, and Alan Wilson can't help it. He really does not dare to mess around on such an important and symbolic occasion.

Arriving at the airport and meeting with reliable MI5 agents, a group of people waited for Prime Minister Aiden to arrive, then boarded the flight together, landed in Nassau via Newfoundland, and did not make a layover in the United States.

Nassau is a small city, but as the capital of the British Bahamas, some basic facilities are still there, otherwise it would not have been selected as the location of this round of the Anglo-American summit.

When Alan Wilson arrived in Nassau, he wandered for an hour inside the radio station, admiring the thick brown carpet, the tall black columns, the lights and radio equipment passing by as a carload of cars, and the dazzling lights outside the radio station. The red lights, beautiful girls and beautiful young people rushing in and out from various gates, I saw by the way...

A blond woman, wearing a green tulle dress with a low neckline, revealed a considerable part of the cream-colored hemisphere,

"Not as good as Ingrid..." Ellen Wilson walked to the door of the personnel office and stood for a long time, peering in from the two open doors, like a child looking at a counter full of candy. Then he finally left, he couldn't spend the day hanging around, and he wasn't trying to bring souvenirs to Pamela Mountbatten.

The appearance of one person was beyond Alan Wilson's expectations. Dulles, director of the US Central Intelligence Agency, he was very puzzled. Is the director of the CIA so idle? What are you doing in the British colonies?

"Meet again, Sir Wilson. It seems that Sir is very free." Before Alan Wilson could say anything, Dulles was the first to speak, "England really cannot do without Sir for a day."

"Mr. Dulles, I'm an official of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. It's normal for this diplomatic event to come, but you don't seem to be an official of the U.S. State Department." Alan Wilson said indifferently, and then the conversation changed, "Could it be? Is the natural scenery here very similar to Cuba, and the director is particularly fond of it?"

While speaking, Alan Wilson also handed a cigar to the other party, "Authentic Cuban cigars, try it?"

"Sir Wilson's words are still so sharp." Dulles looked at his peers who were much smaller than his own, but this time he was not angry. He took a cigar and took a sip, and said with satisfaction, "Yes, it's a familiar taste, now in The U.S. market is very valuable.”

"Especially the price on the black market." Alan Wilson added to Dulles.

Dulles was smoking a cigar, and people passing by on the road not far away could hear the murmurs of seaside couples mingling with the sound of the sea slapping under the cliff. It's a harmonious mix of soft, melodious bass alternating.

One can still see the silhouettes of the lovers reflected on the granite walls against which they backed: above them, the raised thatched roof, and behind it all, the infinite twilight, the colorless emptiness of water and sky...

"I don't know if Sir Wilson is aware of the fact that there may be a new member of the nuclear club. And this new member is from the Soviet side, and in a sense, the enemy of the free world."

Dulles flicked the remaining cigars with a flick of his finger, and then spoke out about the changes in the situation in Asia.

"Oh?" Alan Wilson's expression changed slightly, and he nodded meaningfully, "I have heard of it, but the movement behind the bamboo curtain is really too difficult to detect. We have no black bat squadron to use."

The Black Bat Squadron on Fraud Island was established with the support of the CIA, and CIA Director Dulles must know more than he, the Secretary-General of the United Kingdom's Joint Intelligence Committee.

"I just want to say that this is a threat to the free world." Dulles looked at Alan Wilson fixedly, as if he wanted to let the British side realize the seriousness of the matter.

"Is this? What can we do? Director Dulles?" Alan Wilson said with an embarrassed expression, "The United States didn't win the Korean War, so what do you want now? What about fighting back and forth? Since If it can't be done, then what?"

At this moment, Alan Wilson is trying to persuade Dulles. I was bullied as a hawker since I was a child, so I entered the underworld to seek protection. What about being the biggest and strongest in the underworld? Not the same!

"What are you talking about? The free world doesn't have your share of the UK!" Dulles sneered when he heard it. "I want to make money, but I don't want to contribute. What is the UK going to do in the free world? How can there be such a cheap thing?"

In Dulles' eyes, Alan Wilson looked like the traditional British appeasement policy.

He was right, Alan Wilson also thought of appeasement policy, and then he persuaded Dulles to calm down~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If we do not have the ability to defeat the Soviet Union on the battlefield, then we should stop the useless war , this will only waste national strength, the United States has never fought, did you win? Up to now, the UK feels that the US should focus on economic development instead of thinking about using force to solve the problem, which is very dangerous. "

"If you can't even beat the second country in the Soviet bloc, it's hard to guarantee that it won't inspire the confidence of the Soviet Union and cause us more trouble, isn't it?"

Dulles raised his eyebrows. Are the British saying that they are doubting the United States' first armed force on Earth?

To tell the truth, Alan Wilson did not deny that he just doubted the war capability of the United States, and even in the subsequent dialogue, he hoped that the United States and the United Kingdom would appease together and not think about starting a war lightly.

This made Dulles angry. The Pentagon has never been insulted like this. "Maybe the British courage has disappeared, and we should probably judge how much confidence Britain has in the free world."

"Director Dulles, it's better to be calm." The words he said were neutral, but Alan Wilson's expression was that he didn't believe in the war capability of the United States, and he wanted to appease to the end.