preface
In every field, there are hundreds of thousands of people.
Every era has an endless number of strange people.
From the age of discovery to the present, there is no shortage of amazing talents. Therefore, Xiao Bai set up a special column of "Strange Flowers" to include the "gods and men" of the modern era, and the "strange things" of the Tao have been flowing for hundreds of years.
In this issue, "Strange Story", Xiao Bai will introduce you to a two-sided agent during World War II, Juan Puyol Garcia, the only person to receive the highest medal of honor for both the Allies and the Allies.
Once upon a time, there was a man who for several years wrote empty cheques to the German and British sides, fabricated a fictitious intelligence agency, and the key was to make the top brass of both sides believe his lies, defrauded millions of funds, and at the same time played dozens of roles to send intelligence to the German army, fooling the German army to the last moment of life.
He lame the German Nazi elite and won the Iron Cross of the Nazis for reasoning and providing false information, and Hitler himself wrote a review for him, calling it "a particularly rare man worthy of this honor."
He was a British spy, one man with 28 horns, one person forming an intelligence department, and one person fooling countless high-ranking Nazi officials, which was simply a god-like existence. But, perhaps, for himself, rather than calling him a spy, he himself might prefer to be called a screenwriter.
His name was Juan Puyol Garcia
His story can tell us what is called "the beginning of a picture, the content is all up to the editor"
On Valentine's Day in 1984, in a small town in Venezuela, South America, doctor Guterres poured the rum he had cherished for many years into a glass, and today he was going to celebrate the birthday and farewell of an old friend.
His friend is the owner of a local stationery store, this old man who has known him for more than ten years, opening a stationery store can lose his temper, and finally at the age of 72, he decided not to struggle anymore and chose to return to the capital Caracas to enjoy the blessings of his son.
Two old friends talked about the wine, and the stationery shop owner once again began to blow after drinking:
Lao Tzu was a very good boy when I was young, and I think back then, Lao Tzu was a spy all over the world. The Hoover of the United States, the king of England, and The Hitler of Germany all gave Lao Tzu medals
However, Guterres's mood did not fluctuate much, because this set of statements, he had heard the same words hundreds of times in more than ten years, and the only thing he could be sure of after listening to it was that the old man had drunk again.
The two men got drunk and went home separately, which was also the last time the two met
A few months later, on June 6, 1984, Guterres was watching television at his home, and the television set was playing pictures commemorating the 40th anniversary of the Normandy landings.
But suddenly, Guterres saw a familiar face on the TV screen, and he chuckled in his heart, Oh, that old guy said TM won't be true!
In fact, his drinking buddy was the once-famous spy king, Garcia!
Junior Garcia
Garcia was born in Barcelona, Spain in 1912. Before Garcia was born, his parents relied on diligence and kindness to buy several properties in the local area, and lived a very happy life. However, after Garcia was born, everything changed.
The high emotional intelligence statement about the year is that 1912 was not a good year for Spain. The low-EQ argument is that since the Spanish-American War of 1898, the Spanish people have no idea what a good year is.
In 1898, a four-month war broke out between the United States and Spain, after which the United States took over the Spanish legacy in its entirety.
The Americas went, the Philippines went, and the once huge Spanish colonial empire left a few rotten patches of Land in Africa, such as Equatorial Guinea.
Like China after the first afternoon, the defeated Spaniards began a pathfinding journey, and the various factions in the country were in turmoil, and class contradictions were tit-for-tat.
In the 20th century, the whole of Spain was in turmoil, and in 1909, the Catalan riots took the government to suppress it with great effort.
The riots have subsided for the time being, but the social situation is still deteriorating, and all kinds of criminals are working intensively in the city, and in this situation, people of insight will persuade the people of Spain, the stupid spores, to run!
And it was in this case that Garcia was born.
The young Garcia could not see any potential of the so-called "spy king" after that, not to say that it was both good and good, but also called "worry", which tossed his parents' peaceful life.
I don't like to read, I can toss and turn, when I was in elementary school, I hit the glass with my newly bought bicycle; another time, my parents saw it with my own eyes, Garcia suddenly played "decapitation", almost cut off his head, and his eyes were sluggish, as if he were evil.
At first, Garcia had good grades in school, but because she was too mischievous, she quarreled with the teacher and then dropped out of school to work in a hardware store.
Not long after, I felt that the hardware store was boring, and ran to the class to learn to raise chickens and open a movie theater. But all the business he handles will be smashed immediately. His parents saw that he was not a tool, so they entrusted the family hotel to him to take care of.
Unexpectedly, before returning home, Garcia was a loser of other people's family business, and after returning home, it became a failure of his own home, and during his maintenance, the hotel was demoted by one star because of the quality of the service.
Garcia's father, with tears in his eyes before his death, took his son's hand and said sadly: Son, you are a loser. His mother was also desperate for him.
Fortunately, the family is big, how can Garcia toss and turn, life can still go on, after all, we still have an industry.
Until the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War.
Some societies do not allow people who want to live their own small lives well.
Spy budding
In 1931, the Spanish Republicans came to power and the king was forced into exile.
The republicans advocated leading the country to socialism as a whole, but at that time fascist forces were rampant on the European continent, and the far right was strong in Spain, and the two forces were tit-for-tat.
In 1936, the two sides officially began to fight, and the Spanish Civil War, which can be called the mini version of World War II, broke out.
The Spanish Civil War was one of the worst in modern European history, as both sides had distinct ideological characteristics.
With the Predators of the International Column on one side and the Fascist Minions spirit Nazis on the other, the civil war soon turned into a contest between the Comintern and the Axis bloc.
Fierce people from all over Europe and the world came to Spain to celebrate the event, and the two sides of the war soon went to extremes, making the civil war unprecedentedly fierce.
A grain of ash of the times, pressed on the individual is a mountain, not to mention the Spanish Civil War TM is not a grain of ash of the times! In this social disaster, the Garcia family is not immune.
His mother and sister were arrested for counter-revolution, and all the family's assets were confiscated, after all, Spanish communism! Garcia himself, in order to avoid military service, hid in a small room in Barcelona for a whole year, relying on his girlfriend to deliver food to survive.
He lost a full forty pounds in the year, and at 25 he looked like he was 45.
However, due to the change in appearance, he did not have to hide from military service, but directly got a 45-year-old identity certificate to go out to find a job, but in the year of war, there was no work to do.
Garcia, who really had no food to eat, finally embarked on the path that had to be taken - to join the army.
Thin, Garcia approached the republican government and offered to join the army.
The recruiter was moved to tears, it was rare for the uncle to have such a fist and patriotism at this age, because the recruiter thought he was very old, so he did not assign him a combat post, but made him a signal soldier in the IRA International Brigade.
It was said that the post was good and not very risky, but Garcia was not satisfied, because he found that the IRA's food was not as good as outside.
In the final analysis, this brother could not grasp the tide of the times, and when he joined the army, the situation of the Spanish republican government was already very severe, and the supply of materials was extremely tight.
In his international brigade, lentils are roasted in lard in the morning, lentils in pork at noon, and fried in green vegetables in the evening.
Garcia, who eats lentils every day, has green eyes, and the troops with him are all international columns fighting in the ground, this group of people have faith bonuses, knives, mountains, fires and seas are not afraid, eat almost nothing.
But Garcia couldn't, he didn't have any faith bonuses, and because the food was so poor, he decided to defect to the opposite side, because he heard that there was food for the fascists on the other side.
One night in late 1938, Garcia and a few of his teammates sneaked up on the Nationalists to find food, and he and his comrades did eat and eat a good meal.
After the Nationalists caught them, they locked him up day and night and tortured him, almost beating him to death.
It wasn't until 1939, after confirming that Garcia was not a spy, that the Nationalists issued him a gun and sent him to the front lines to fight.
However, although Garcia was afraid of death, she was still a person with a conscience. When he discovered that fascism was rampant in the Nationalist Army, he vowed that even if he hated them, even if his family property was confiscated, he would not help these people fight the IRA.
Although Garcia is not doing the right thing, he still has advantages, such as the ability to touch fish. Garcia showed off more than once in his memories that he had not fired a single shot at either side of the war.
Soon after, the war ended, but Garcia had nothing, all the family property was confiscated, and his girlfriend, who had once saved his life, fell into the war, and Garcia lost everything.
Originally, because communism confiscated Garcia's assets, Garcia was very disgusted with them, but the failed surrender experience left a very deep psychological shadow on Garcia, communism is not a good thing, but at least not to abuse me! Fascists this group of dog days, I went to surrender and also TM abused me!
The Spanish Civil War made Garcia realize from then on: neither the left nor the right is a good thing, and communism and fascism are all kings!
At that time, no one thought that the idea of a poor homeless boy walking alone on the streets of Spain would give him a chance, a chance to change the course of world history.
The first test is sharp
On April 2, 1941, in an office of MI5 in London, Major Mills, who was responsible for recruiting and training agents, looked helplessly at the chattering middle-aged man in front of him and felt some headaches.
It all started a full year ago.
As we all know, the British intelligence agency has two main departments, namely MI5 (MI5), which is responsible for domestic security and counterintelligence work, and MI6 (MI6), which is responsible for overseas espionage.
However, because of the lack of authority of MI6 head Quake Soinsso Sinclair before World War II, MI6 has been in a state of disorganization. In 1939, as soon as World War II began, MI6's seemingly powerful spy network in Europe was destroyed by the Germans overnight.
MI6 collapsed, MI5 could only pick at home and abroad, and soon there was a shortage of manpower, so they conducted an unprecedented open recruitment for the society in 1940 and entrusted Major Mills with the task. Major Mills published a job posting in the newspaper.
History is such a coincidence, an unexpected recruitment, blowing up a strange person!
However, when the great god named Juan Puyol Garcia walked into the recruitment office on April 2, 1940, Major Mills had no consciousness that the chosen son had come to earth. Just simply feel that the appearance of the person in front of you is really a bit of a kind of appearance is a bit of a conscience, fairness should be called strange and ugly, it is difficult to accept, and certainly will not want to get a few years later I have to beg him to become a British agent.
Garcia introduced himself as A spaniard, born in 1912, where his parents and sister had died in the Spanish Civil War instigated by Nazi Germany. He wandered to England with a bitter hatred for Nazi Germany, and now he lacks only a chance, a chance to take revenge on Nazi Germany.
Mills looked at the man, who claimed to be only 29 years old; A scrawled beard, a fat belly, and no shrewdness or competence that a secret agent should have, he didn't look like a person who only lacked a chance.
The appearance observation gave mills a zero point of patience, and he did not judge people by appearance, but continued to ask Garcia what would happen.
Garcia did not disappoint Mills, he was sure that he lacked only one opportunity, but everything. ... The skills that an agent should have, such as sketching, decoding, fighting, shooting, driving, etc., Garcia could not, even English was stumbling, and several Spanish words were added to a sentence... But fortunately, this brother does not know English, otherwise he may not have forced out a super actor with 28 roles in one person after a few years. The only thick thing on his whole body is his face, and he knows that he will not do anything but still brags about himself.
Mills finally couldn't help it, and asked him bluntly: Since you can't do anything, where do you have the confidence to apply for overseas agents? If you were sent overseas, what were you going to rely on to get intelligence?
In the face of Mills's harsh questioning, Garcia was not embarrassed, but laughed heartlessly: "You guessed right, Major, it is precisely because of my brilliant mind!" You know, intelligence shouldn't be discovered, it should be reasoned out, and if it wasn't for this damn war, I would have been a very good screenwriter.....
After confirming that this guy was indeed a genuine candidate, and not that colleagues were looking for an actor to trick himself on April Fool's Day, Mills didn't hesitate to make a × on his application form and wave away Garcia; Your secret agent base is too poor, wait until you learn to come again!, Mills said in his heart, you are indeed the top, but you can never be smart!
If there really is a time shuttle, I believe Mills will definitely shuttle back and slap himself twice a year ago - stupid, who let you tell him to come again!
Then, in July, October, and February 1941, Garcia returned to MI5 as promised, each time telling the guard at the door that Major Mills had asked me to come!
After meeting Mills, Garcia shows Mills his newly learned espionage skills
In July 1940, he claimed to have learned the art of shooting, but could not demonstrate it to Mills because he did not have a gun;
In October 1940, he claimed to have learned to drive a car, but could not demonstrate it to Mills because he did not have a car;
In February 1941, he claimed to have learned the telegraph transmission technology, but this time there was a telegraph machine, because MI5 had the opportunity to finally demonstrate the transmitter, but the whole demonstration process was unfamiliar and extremely slow, which did prove that he had just learned.
Finally, on April 2, 1941, a full year after being rejected by Mills, Garcia went to MI5 Mills' office for the fifth time and begged Mills to hire him, this time demonstrating a skill that he had learned simple German.
Mills really didn't have the patience to grind his teeth with this haunted guy. Since the outbreak of World War II, the British side can be said to have been defeated and retreated, not only militarily suffered a series of blows such as the Dunkirk evacuation, the loss of France for six weeks, the bombing of London, etc., but also suffered repeated heavy losses on the intelligence front, the MI6 was completely gone, and the intelligence sources on the European continent were getting less and less....
An enraged Mills vented his anger on Garcia, saying that as long as he Mills was alive for a day, Garcia, the waste, would never be able to step through the door of Intelligence Five.
Fool Germany
Watching Mills slamming the door in anger and looking at the guards who were coldly watching him, Garcia sighed and left.
Supposedly, the British embassy was not hiring, france was too fast— six weeks gone, and Garcia's idea of becoming a spy should be Mei Lanfang sleeping — no play.
However, this eldest brother is partial to the sword, and feels that the tall buildings are flat, and the prince will have a kind of feeling, since he can't contribute to the anti-fascist, then it is also okay to go to the fascist side to make trouble for the fascists!
At the same time, he learned the lesson of running into a wall in Britain.
Having never seriously studied Xi in his life, he dives into his heart and seriously studies Hitler's "Mein Kampf" book, and directly becomes a classicist in the fascist circles, simply a typical Nazi fanatical supporter, and this act did play a huge role in the future
At midnight, Garcia mysteriously appeared at the door of the Turkish Embassy in Britain, using the last bit of money in the family, mixed with the full costume of a Spanish government official, and named to meet the German military intelligence service agents.
At that time, Spain was the spy paradise of Europe, full of intelligence officers from various countries and groups, so the Turkish embassy was also a little confused for a while, and did not know what it was, so it was prudent to let him in.
The German military intelligence agents who were hiding in the Turkish embassy at that time heard that someone was looking for them by name, and they also felt a little curious, so they sent several people wearing the uniforms of the Turkish embassy to observe quietly next to them.
It was the first stage of Garcia's spy career, and in the conference room of the Turkish Embassy, Garcia disguised himself as a fanatical Spanish pro-Nazi official, lurking in Britain for a whole year at his own expense, and finally found out important intelligence from MI5 and came to report.
Hmmm, in a foreign country, there are still such loyal heroes?
The agents of the German Military Intelligence Service also came to be interested and took the initiative to talk to Garcia. After some questioning, the agents couldn't help but marvel. Garcia was a genius agent who, in less than a year, had infiltrated Britain's MI5, which was known for its conservative rigor, so deeply. Not only are they familiar with the names of a large number of mili- junior officers, but they also know exactly what model MI5 transmitters are and what color the light bulbs in the office corridors are!
Garcia couldn't help but laugh as she watched the German officers in Turkish uniforms show admiration one by one: the names and ranks of the junior officers were heard when Mills beckoned them to drag him, the model of the transmitter he had written down when he demonstrated his telegraphy techniques to Mills, and the color of the light bulbs in the corridor... If you're dragged down the hallway by someone on your back, you can remember!
Laughing in his heart, Garcia's face was more righteous and awe-inspiring, and he simply and neatly refused the German's cash reward and free attempt to send him back to Spain, and passionately said that he must make greater contributions to the Nazi cause before returning to Spain.
It just so happened that the German spy network in Britain was not very smooth at that time, and in the face of such a loyal and talented Garcia, the German agents were simply like a treasure, shouting God bless Germany, and sent Garcia back to Germany through secret channels.
At that time, the Nazi military intelligence department, Abwell, was basically one-way transparent to the Allies, and its leader, General Canaris, was originally a supporter of Hitler, and after the outbreak of World War II, he felt that fascism was too unpopular and simply sided with the Allies in secret.
Under such leadership, Abwehr's level of business can only be described in one word – tragic.
For example, Kurunthal, the Spanish intelligence director in Abbeville, gave the impression that the brain was not fully developed and the cerebellum was not fully developed.
He was known as the Gorbachev of the intelligence community and was consistently rated as the most popular rival by British intelligence agencies.
After his diligent and hard work, he successfully made the department believe that all the true information provided by his own people was not believed, all the false information released by the British was fully adopted, and the spy was not as naked as he was, if it were not liquidated after the war, everyone thought he was an undercover.
After receiving Garcia's call, Kulenthal took it seriously and immediately ordered Rati, the head of intelligence in the Madrid region, to meet Garcia in person.
But after meeting, Ratti didn't have a good impression of Garcia, because he thought the man was running the train with his mouth full.
Garcia came up and said that he could give Ratty all the British intelligence he needed, and Ratti thought you were Churchill's nephew, how dare you brag about this kind of bull? Intuitively feel that this person is not reliable, in fact, Rati feels right, don't say it is unreliable, this buddy is directly no spectrum
However, Garcia's scribe qualities played a role, and he analyzed Hitler's theory to Ratti, who lamented that a good Spanish man knew Nazi theory better than I did, and it seemed that although this man's ability was doubtful, his position was trustworthy!
Ratti then gave Garcia a code name called Arabbel, a bottle of invisible ink, a codebook, and three dry dollars of start-up capital, and you go to the UK to do intelligence!
Arabel
Arabelle, who had received the Nazi money, began to panic, and the first difficulty he faced was that he did not speak English.
It is also funny to say that a person who is going to England as a spy can not speak English, such an obvious loophole, the Germans actually did not find it.
The UK can't go, and Madrid can't stay, after all, Rati is in Madrid, in case the two people collide in the street, it will be really embarrassing. Thinking about it, Garcia decided to go to Lisbon, Portugal.
Arriving in Lisbon, Garcia faced a second difficulty, he had no intelligence to hand over to the Germans. Because if he wrote a letter in Lisbon, people could see at a glance that the postmark was in Lisbon
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed, and Garcia had been gone for more than a month without news, which was a great annoyance to the Germans. In a hurry, Garcia's first message came,
Thinking about it, Garcia's first downline was born.
Garcia told Ratti: "I have developed a downline, he is a Catalan independence in Spain, and now a flight attendant at KLM, and for reasons of confidentiality, I can't tell you his name.
To ensure that the British did not intercept my letterhead, all the information I sent would be taken physically to Lisbon by him and sent to you by the post office.
For the same reason, your reply to me does not have to be sent to England. Sent directly to Lisbon, someone forwarded it to me.
For this set of designs, Ratti was amazed, he said Garcia, you are really a professional team! Born to eat intelligence! high! It's all up to you!
He gladly accepted the reply with the Lisbon postmark and began to contact Garcia of Lisbon.
After solving the postmark problem, Garcia moved into a luxury hotel in Lisbon and began to fool the Nazis with peace of mind.
He sent three cipher letters to Madrid.
The first letter said it had developed three downlines, one in Liverpool, one in Glasgow and one in Switzerland.
The second letter said he had found a job at the BBC and could stay in the UK for a long time.
The third letter was the most important, saying that according to the Liverpool side's report, a fleet of five warships of the British Navy had left its post and was on its way to Ma others.
So, how did Garcia get all this information?
Since Garcia did not know English, he had no knowledge of The Customs and Geography of England.
All of this information was compiled on the basis of a British travel guidebook and books, newspapers and magazines in Lisbon!
In fact, Garcia's words are full of loopholes.
For example, he said that he was an alcoholic in Glasgow and could do anything for a liter of wine, but a little understanding knew that there was no wine in Glasgow at that time, and the United Kingdom did not need a liter of public weighing.
Or perhaps Garcia, unable to figure out the exchange rate of the pound sterling, reported the reimbursed travel expenses to Madrid in pounds each time, leaving the Germans to calculate how much to give.
However, Garcia did not understand Britain, and his line, Lati of Madrid, did not understand more than he did.
He did not find these loopholes at all, but was pleased to see that the chess pieces he had laid out in England were beginning to function.
He diligently translated Garcia's intelligence and added a large budget, asking Garcia to find out the number of British troops, weapons and equipment.
When Rati and Garcia made it clear to Britain on the Iberian Peninsula, the MI5 people were collectively Sparta.
The stakes they had planted inside Abbeville relayed garcia's intelligence to them. The British urinated on the spot, because the British army happened to have really sent a secret fleet to the other horses, and the level of secrecy was quite high.
Although Garcia's departure time and number of ships are not correct, the destination is extremely accurate! MI5 quickly realized a terrible reality — we were infiltrated!
In the following period of time, MI5 began a nationwide search, not sparing any clues, and it was necessary to arrest this undercover agent with all hands and eyes!
But Garcia of Lisbon didn't know these things, and he was in trouble.
He could cope with Rati's needs before, but with a few travel magazines, he could not compile the british army's organization and equipment in any way.
At this time, the advantage of having a virtuous wife was reflected, and his wife told him that since the Nazi wool had been exhausted, why not go to England and try it?
This sentence directly saved michiko and also affected the direction of world history.
In fact, just when the German Military Intelligence Bureau in Munich was singing and dancing and full of joy, Michio Mills felt that his head hurt even more. Although the Spanish Puxin man who had been haunting him for a whole year had never appeared again, and he had been promoted to lieutenant colonel, he felt as if he had just taken office and was targeted by a more evil and larger spy organization.
In less than a year, many of Britain's secret plans appear to have been stolen by German spy groups in some way they could not understand. The Gaudener military base they secretly built had just been built and was not yet put into use, when it was blown up by German aircraft flying straight over and blowing up; The heavily fortified Scapa Bay was unexpectedly attacked by the Germans every time the troops changed their defenses; Even every time a German submarine attacked a civilian ship in the Atlantic, it happened to catch the gap between the Return of British anti-submarine ships to the port to rest....
According to the integration of information from other departments, a spy network large enough to cover the military, government, business and schools has been opened over the UK! Lieutenant Colonel Mills's superiors strictly ordered him to pull out this spy network within half a year, otherwise the military law would be dealt with!
Logically, to be able to provide such accurate intelligence to the German army, this spy agency must need a large number of spies lurking in the British mainland, monitoring the situation of British military bases at any time. But Mills led his men out of the nest and squatted outside the various military bases for more than a month without finding anything. In the end, Mills, who was forced to be anxious, even thought of the idea of launching a people's war, and with great fanfare in The British mainland launched a mass joint defense and joint management to catch spies, making a fuss for many months, and even mistakenly injuring several British civilians and officers on leave, but the result was that they still found nothing but making the British local masses suspicious and nervous.
Just as Mills was about to abandon himself and go to the leader to confess the crime, his subordinate Teddin suddenly sent him with a puzzled face—an anonymous report letter sent from Germany, which also wrote about Major Mills's personal revelation.
Open it and look at it, it neatly lists the transfer lists of more than a dozen British banks in the past six months, and from the list, it can be found that almost every month a large amount of money will be deposited into more than a dozen British bank accounts, and then the money will not be placed in the account for a few days, and it will be transferred to the account of a local bank in Stuttgart, Germany.
In the war years, who would transfer money in such a cumbersome way of operation? Mills felt the need to investigate, but the subordinates thought that this was likely to be a trap for the German intelligence services, and if there were German spies who wanted to defect, he would definitely take this top-secret transfer record and bargain with MI5 for a good price.
But Mills still decided to go to Stuttgart to take a risk, and his reasons were also very good: anyway, the half-year deadline was approaching, and staying in Britain was also dealt with by military law, it was better to break the net of fish, even if he finally died at the hands of the Germans, he was a martyr, better than dying in his own prison.....
In this way, with the mentality of a dead horse as a live horse doctor, Mills selected a few capable agents, ventured to Stuttgart, Germany, and quickly bought the staff of the small local bank and obtained the address of the account holder.
After secretly monitoring the ordinary-looking house for a few days, Mills, who did not see anything unusual, gritted his teeth and ordered his agents to disperse their vigilance, sneak into the room to scout themselves, and specifically instructed them not to flee to the mainland as soon as there was a disturbance, and to implement the name of sacrificing for the country no matter what they did when they returned.
After explaining the matter, Mills went straight to the house, shouted that life and death are in the sky, and kicked open the door.
Then the agents saw the heroic Lieutenant Colonel Mills jump backwards like a ghost, pointing to the room with a flushed face: Oh, aren't you the Same Garcia who was dragged out by us before!
Inside the room was Juan Puyol Garcia. In the face of the sudden intrusion of Mills and the others, Garcia seemed unsurprising, and even smiled and wanted to say hello to Mills.
But the reacting Mills didn't give him time to say hello. Directly slapped Garcia's bald head: You're good at it, aren't you? You'll write yourself a whistleblower letter, right? Run to Germany and come and tease me! Lao Tzu is about to be disposed of by the military law, and you are still haunting me! You have to pester me to be willing to do it!
Poor Garcia was completely overwhelmed by this sudden blow, and could only defend his bald head with his hands and feet, while struggling to explain: I believe that the person you are looking for is me, and I am really providing your intelligence to the German side now!
Mills, who had calmed down, did find a huge problem that could not be explained: if Garcia was really a liar, how could he explain the huge amount of money that hit his account every month?
So he stopped thinking of keeping a few handprints on Garcia's bald head, beckoned his men to close the door and hide, and then solemnly asked Garcia: You say that you provide intelligence to the Germans, and where did you get that information from?
I figured it out myself in this room!
syllable!
Before the words could be heard, Garcia was hit again on the top of his head. Mills stood up angrily: "All we've been stealing this year is the most classified information on the ground!" What kind of information can you deduce in this house far from the British mainland? You're now on the spot to give me a look!
Take a look! Gary Ersi yelled back at him in a rare way, and really opened the drawer in front of Mills and took out a large stack of materials.
Mills flipped through the materials, including a British travel guide, a travel map of all parts of the UK, and printed materials such as various British newspapers, publications, and train schedules that have recently been issued, all of which are publicly available in the UK.
Garcia pointed to the train timetable and asked Mills: The trains in this area used to run twelve pairs a day, why did the past two weeks become eight pairs a day, and what were the four pairs of trains that disappeared used for? Is it used to transport military supplies?
According to the travel guide, this area should be the low season of tourism in the near future, why is there a traffic jam around it?
During the war, various lumber processing plants were in a slump, so why did several lumber mills in this area instead advertise in the newspapers for hiring more short-term workers, and for whom were they producing their products?
So on the whole, you're building defense fortifications in this area, right? Garcia looked firmly at Mills.
With that, he took out another written report and pushed it to Mills. The report detailed the construction of the British defense fortifications in the area, and also contained many details such as the erection of new wooden poles around the fortifications, the guards under the poles, and the camouflaged trees around the poles.
Mills looked at Garcia stunned: the British were really building defense fortifications in the area, and apart from the fact that there were no soldiers guarding under the poles, the other details were exactly the same as Garcia described in the report!
Looking at Mills, whose face was blue and white, Garcia began to calmly tell her story of what she had experienced over the past year. Desperate, Garcia won the favor of the German Military Intelligence Service with his outstanding acting skills. He was going to cheat a sum of money and run away, but the Military Intelligence Bureau was still convinced of the same information he wrote like an adventure novel, so with the idea that the money was stupid and fast, Garcia sneaked back to Germany again, and in the nearby Stuttgart house, relying on public information in Britain to invent British military intelligence. In order to be able to cheat more money before being exposed, he fictionalized twenty-seven subordinates in one go, in fact, all of whom were played by himself.
However, when he found out from the newspapers that the old-fashioned British had actually laid out the defense fortifications in a step-by-step manner according to his reasoning imagination, and suffered many losses as a result, his heart began to be strongly condemned. He couldn't accept that he had actually become an accomplice to Nazi Germany, so he had the anonymous letter sent to Mills to report himself.
However, because he did not know that Mills had been promoted to lieutenant colonel, the whistleblower letter written by Major Mills was delayed by the stereotypical British MI5 administrator for nearly a month before it reached Mills. If Mills doesn't come in the next few days, Garcia is ready to roll up the money and run away.
After listening to Garcia's narration, the straight-forward Mills first opened his bow left and right and slapped himself a few times as atonement. Then he pushed Garcia's heart: whether intentionally or unintentionally, the few pieces of information he had previously provided to the German Military Intelligence Service had caused great losses to the anti-fascist forces in Britain. So, how do you soothe the guilt in your heart? Escape is obviously not the way to go, only to face it like a man, to fight against Nazi Germany.
Finally, Mills even mentioned the recruitment experience in 1940, admitting that Garcia did not have the qualities of an ordinary agent at that time, but he did not expect that Garcia's talent point was so strange, so he sincerely begged Garcia to forgive. Mills hopes that Garcia will use the conversation as a new interview, and MI5 is willing to accept him and give him full support.
Originally, When Garcia wrote the anonymous letter, he already had the intention of abandoning the dark and turning to the light, seeing that Mills, although grumpy, also had a frank and honest side, and after earning enough face, Garcia went downhill and agreed to the MI5 recruitment, the only requirement was that the salary be higher than that of the German Military Intelligence Agency.
So, in April 1943, Garcia, who had been providing Top Secret British intelligence to Germany for a year and a half, finally set foot on British soil, but by this time his identity had become a double agent for MI5. At his own strong request, MI5 also gave him a rather prosperous code name: Garbo.
British "Garbo"
The task given to Garcia by british intelligence agencies was simple, didn't they ask for British military information? Give it to him! You have to convince the Germans of the value of your intelligence, or they'll open another spy system!
With the cooperation of the British, Garcia had a sufficient and accurate source of intelligence, and at the same time, he began to show his amazing talent.
In his correspondence with Madrid, Garcia imagined a dense network of intelligence.
In his description, he has developed a huge spy organization of 28 people in Britain, who have different identities and hobbies, completely different educational attainments and personality worldviews, some are polite university professors, and some are rude and ordinary workers.
What Garcia is great about is that he can fully reflect the identity differences of these people in the text with accurate writing, he imitates people of different identities to send messages, so that the Germans in Madrid fully believe that these information comes from different hands, and its imagination and imitation power are amazing.
In Madrid, nazi intelligence teams were busy deciphering the vast amounts of intelligence sent back from Britain.
Kurunthal, the head of Nazi intelligence, was relieved that the move he had taken was so wise and correct.
When someone suggested whether to set up another intelligence network in Britain, Kulenthal said that now that the spy network of the intelligence master Garcia has been perfect, we can rely on him completely, and there is no need to discover others!
Meanwhile, Garcia really got lucky. Under mills's strong good offices, MI5 gave Garcia great trust, and they specially formed a team to serve Garcia, not only with all kinds of funds and equipment, but even in order to allow Garcia to continue to gain the trust of the German side, all the intelligence resources of MI5 were also open to Garcia without hesitation. Garcia finally got rid of the days of being alone and relying on expired magazines to ponder fictional plots, and now he could get a high reward just by grabbing some insignificant information from MI5 intelligence resources and providing them to the German side.
For most of the year from April to December 1943, Germany gave Garcia millions of dollars in bonuses and campaign funds to establish a direct radio station between Britain and Germany, and because of his efficient intelligence gathering work, he completely cancelled the intention of sending additional spies to Britain.
The pinnacle of life
Fast forward to 1944, Germany began to show decline on all fronts, and the British and American allies began to plan a counter-attack on the European continent of normandy landings. At this time, German intelligence agencies also discovered the unusual military movements of the British and American Allies, so they hurriedly ordered their ace spy Garcia to quickly find out the military intentions of the Allies.
This order was quickly reported to MI5 by Garcia, who was worried about how to cover up the main direction of the Allied offensive, when it suddenly found that the Germans had actually entrusted Garcia with the task of exploring the main direction of attack, and could not help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly set up a special intelligence group headed by Mills to cooperate with Garcia to fool the Germans.
Abwell demanded that Garcia, at all costs, make sure to figure out the Allied landing plan.
Garcia also received orders from the Allied high command to convince the Germans at all costs that the main allied attack point was Calais, France.
The heavy responsibility of the two worlds has been entrusted to Garcia, and now that the chess pieces have become chess players, whether they can tell this big lie depends on Garcia's ability. The homeless teenagers on the streets of Madrid finally got the opportunity to play chess with the world and the world.
Garcia also understood that the final decisive moment was approaching, and contrary to his usual lazy and mercenary appearance, he launched a fool's action against the German side with full force.
From January to June 1944, Garcia frantically sent more than 500 intelligence messages to Munich, an average of 3 a day, he challenged the limits of personal physiology, the most sent a day to send more than 20, the German side was moved by Garcia's labor model spirit, repeated calls to praise Garcia as a representative of the German spirit, promised that once his mission was completed, the Military Intelligence Agency would report his deeds to Hitler, asking the leader to personally reward him.
At the time, the Germans judged that the Allied landings were either Calyx or Normandy. After consulting with MI5, Garcia sent to Germany had a lot of information about the Allied forces in the direction of Nuojingdi, but Jiping did not have accurate troop numbers and weapons and equipment deployments. The intelligence in the direction of Calais was small and sophisticated, and each time it clearly stated the number and weapons of the Allied troops, especially several times mentioned that the American troops were found in the direction of Calais, the number of which was the First Army Group, and even sent a photo to the German side that was claimed to be secretly photographed by The American General Patton inspecting in Calais.
In order to confuse the Germans, the Allied side did set up a base camp on the Dover coast on the other side of Calais, and placed radio stations, combat materiel, hundreds of fake tanks and empty tents that stretched for several kilometers around this base camp. In the Allied radio communication sequence, the unit in this base camp was the U.S. First Army Group, and the commander was Precisely Lieutenant General Patton.
In this way, Garcia's report and the information heard by the German overseers were exactly the same, and the Germans, after much thought, felt as if they had seen through the Allied tricks, and their understanding circuit was as follows:
Although the Direction of Normandy feels that the Allies are moving frequently and the intelligence collected is very complex, even our ace spies cannot detect which troops are in Normandy, and the radio contact in that direction is very small, which means that there may be no troops in the direction of Normandy, so the spies cannot detect the number of the troops, and the sparse radio contact confirms this possibility. So the Allies took the initiative to expose so much complicated but useless intelligence in order to confuse us, they were just releasing smoke bombs!
In calais, our ace spies and radio surveillance corroborated each other that the U.S. First Army Group was there, and our ace spy Garcia even took a photo of Patton on the other side of Calais, and the evidence was overwhelming! The main direction of the Allied attack is Calais!
In this way, under the joint efforts of Garcia and the British intelligence system, Nazi Germany was completely fooled and crippled, and deployed a large number of troops in the direction of Calais.
It was not until June 5, six hours before the Allies were ready to carry out the Normandy landings, that Garcia sent an urgent message to the Germans, claiming that according to the secret information he had just intercepted, the main direction of the Allied attack was Normandy! Originally, this was only the last dose of Ecstasy given to the Germans before the Allied attack, trying to make the Germans more confused after the start of the war, but unexpectedly, the German officer in charge of contacting Garcia thought that Garcia's task had been completed, and it was not until the second day after the Normandy landings that he received an urgent telegram from Garcia.
Finally, on the day of the Normandy landing, the 19 German divisions deployed in the Calais area remained in place and did not dare to move, watching the Normandy defenders completely destroyed. Originally, this foolish mission was completed at this point, but Garcia watched the Nazi death knell ring with his own impetus, and felt that although he had a great revenge, on the one hand, his reputation was a little too big after this battle, and the identity of the double-sided spy was completely exposed, afraid of retaliation by the Nazi remnants; on the other hand, he was also afraid that after the complete victory of the Allied forces, the rabbit was dead and the dog was cooked, and he pursued his experience of serving the German army, so he had the idea of retreating.
So, while Mills and the others were celebrating their victory, Garcia sneaked out, found the German radio group that had been sent to England to support him, connected with the German Military Intelligence Agency, and then... Yells! In the face of the frustrated Germans, Garcia took the microphone in his hand, soared his acting skills directly to one hundred and twenty miles, and suddenly jumped like a thunderbolt, greeting the mother of the Military Intelligence Bureau from the director to the low-level intelligence officer, reprimanding them for eating vegetarian food, and wasting the accurate information he obtained at the risk of his life, leading to the failure of the great Third Reich! Suddenly, tears fell, saying that no apology or excuse could make up for the great pain in his heart at this time, that the empire he had fought for for years was disintegrating, and that his efforts were being wasted.
The long phone call, which appeared to be entirely due to an emotional breakdown and despite any secrecy guidelines, made the Germans feel the pain and frustration of their best and most loyal spy personnel. In order to appease Garcia, the leaders of the Military Intelligence Agency assured Garcia that their radio stations would be turned on for Garcia 24 hours a day, and they would immediately fulfill their promise to report Garcia's exploits directly to the Fuehrer!
So, on July 29, 1944, Nazi Germany, completely lame by Garcia, awarded Garcia the Iron Cross of the Nazism before Britain, and Hitler himself wrote a review calling Garcia a particularly rare person who deserved this honor.
Seventeen days later, King George VI of england also personally awarded Garcia with the Order of the British Empire in recognition of his outstanding performance in the Normandy landings.
Garcia also became the only person in the world to receive the highest medal of honor for both the Allied and Axis powers.
Retire from success
After the most gorgeous performance, Garcia was physically and mentally exhausted, and he decided to leave.
The British gave Garcia two ways out, one to help Garcia introduce him to a job at a security company, and the other to take a more exciting path to go undercover in the Soviet Union.
Garcia's ill-feelings about communism many years ago, awakened by the confiscation of all his assets by Spanish communism, chose a second path, preparing to take revenge on communism.
As he prepares to leave, he meets his nazi superiors, Ratti and Kurunthal, who do not yet know Garcia's true identity, and are sincerely grateful to him, and they give Garcia a large sum of money, while advising him to leave for everyone who has done our job, every good ending.
At the suggestion of this friend whom he had fooled all his life, Garcia, after much deliberation, finally decided not to go to the Soviet Union.
Since then, the legendary spy has disappeared, and it is said that only Mills knows where he is, but Mills did not say anything until his death.
In 1959, the news of Garcia's death was also reported, when the United States also made a movie "Spy Garbo" in honor of the king of spies, to commemorate this legendary spy, but it was later confirmed that Garbo was still alive.
Later, he also opened his own stationery store, which led to the opening scene.
Until 2015, Garcia's children published Garcia's diary and told the world that in fact, his father died decades ago, and that diary let people know the life of this legendary figure for the first time, in the last page of the diary, write down a sentence garcia said when he first met Mills,
"You know, having said it wasn't this damn war, I'm going to be a really good screenwriter..."
"Strange Flowers" Says Issue 1: The King of Spies – Garcia
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