Chapter 1011: The Vegetable Seller

In the middle of the night, the lights in Alfred Marshall's office were still on. The head of Military Intelligence was finishing the last job at hand. Calm, calm, and full of responsibility, his abilities are appreciated and supported by Zhou Qingfeng.

Now, however, Marshall is writing a resignation letter. 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 head of the group, he not only saved his life after being captured, but was also asked to form a military intelligence bureau.

Letting the captives do the most confidential things is also the helplessness of Zhou Qingfeng's lack of talents after he arrived in Cuba. Fortunately, he was right. Alfred Marshall's work in more than half a year has achieved outstanding results, ensuring the stability and purity of the army.

But Mr. Marshall still had to leave. He had made an agreement with Zhou Qingfeng to return to Enclave at an appropriate time. Because his wife, children and family are still waiting, he can't give up. He even said that he was just doing his job conscientiously, and he couldn't keep secrets for the Legion after returning.

"Maybe I will be arrested when I return to Enclave, and I will be asked to reveal all the secrets about the Aurora Legion." Marshall thought. But he was helpless and still had to write down his resignation. Because to him, family is very important.

Due to the particularity of the intelligence agency, Marshall can be said to have known many secrets during the more than half a year in Havana. Except for some particularly secret matters of the Ministry of the Interior and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, as well as certain tasks of the Legion Commander's Mutant Guard, there is no other information that he does not know.

It was in this context that Marshall was appalled by the development of the Legion after the occupation of Havana. An empire built from nothing, the lofty aspirations of all the builders, the vitality of the entire society, and even its reckless and fearless vitality are deeply intoxicating.

Marshall really likes being 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 how the legion had only a few thousand key personnel when it first occupied Havana, but now it includes the entire remaining population of Cuba and is still absorbing refugees from outside. Sooner or later, it will become a great country that dominates one side.

"It's a pity that I can't always accompany the growth of this empire. This is really distressing." After Marshall was captured, he thought about escaping, but the cold of the nuclear winter cut off the possibility of escaping alone. And when he became the head of the Intelligence Bureau, his desire to escape soon faded away.

There is an obsession in exploring a wilderness and discovering the hidden treasures within. However…….

After writing his resignation and putting it on the table, Marshall walked out of the military intelligence building with a simple suitcase. The news that he was going to leave was already known to everyone, and everyone in the Intelligence Bureau building came out silently to see him off.

"Everyone, I am very glad to have received your trust and service for more than half a year. I am deeply grateful. Although I am leaving today, I will definitely miss the time spent with you in the future." Marshall, who was carrying a suitcase, bowed his head slightly and spoke with Everyone saluted, and finally said "goodbye" solemnly.

Marshall recruited all of MI's senior staff, and he built the agency's rules and culture of accountability. He laid out all the early action plans, and he imprinted his style and charisma here for a long, long time.

Marshall's departure had already been acquiesced 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 couldn't help but force you to stay, because he really couldn't find someone else to replace you." Nancy laughed.

Marshall also smiled and said: "It is a great honor to receive such approval from the head of the legion. Please believe me, I have an indescribable admiration for the head of the legion. The career he created is almost miraculous in my opinion. Therefore... ,

I am deeply sorry for my departure. "

At the end of the laugh, Marshall almost choked up and lost his voice. His achievements in the past six months are his real glory in life, but now he still bows his head and sits in a leaving car. Nancy also waved goodbye after sending a small gift.

In the car, Marshall opened the gift box, which was a huge unpolished rough diamond. He knew at a glance that this should have been sent by an African envoy a few days ago, and it would be worth a lot of money if it could be made into jewelry.

And inside the box is a note that reads 'To Alfred Marshall, your ability and character are as simple and rare as this natural diamond. '

Being able to get such an evaluation, Marshall almost burst into tears, and people in their decades are still crying. In his opinion, Victor Hugo is one of the few heroes in the world, and he can get such an evaluation from the people he admires and admires, and there is nothing else he can ask for.

The car will drive to the airport. Havana has established a direct flight connection with Houston, and both sides have regular flights. But on the way, the driver suddenly braked and even drew his gun to defend himself.

"What happened?"

"Someone is blocking the way."

Under the light of the car, a thin old man appeared in front of the car. The other party laughed and ran up to knock on the car window and shouted: "Mr. Marshall, I am Dave from the Enclave Department of Commerce. I learned that you are going back to Houston, and I hope to take a plane with the wind. After all, we will be colleagues from now on."

Seeing this old Jewish man in a white cap, Marshall frowned. But he really couldn't refuse, so he could only let the other party get in the car.

"Ah? Your car is really comfortable!" Dave was acquainted, and after a few greetings in the car, he asked directly: "Mr. Marshall, you have left the Aurora Legion, can I ask some questions as a colleague Question?"

What should come will come, and Marshall is ready. He nodded and said, "Just ask."

"I have personally submitted requests to issue banknotes for the Legion many times. Does Captain Hugo know about this?" Dave couldn't bear it anymore, and he couldn't directly go to the senior management of the Legion, so he could only intercept Marshall halfway to try to solve the confusion.

"You stopped my car for that?" Marshall said.

"Yes." Dave clasped his fists and begged, "I'm on this question, please tell me the details. I've been confused about this for a long time."

Marshall was so angry that his nose was about to smoke, he thought: I know a lot of secrets of the Legion, and you come to ask this irrelevant?

"The Legion Commander saw your application, and I remember he said with a smile, 'I'm actually not against issuing banknotes, how can I trust a Jew who serves in Enclave?'" Marshall gave the answer with a straight face.

"That's it?" Dave didn't expect things 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, and the high-level executives have long planned to issue banknotes. It's just that the legion can't find a financial expert who can be trusted." Marshall shouted to stop after finishing speaking, "Okay, you can Get lost, I don't want you to take a ride with the wind."

Dave didn't care to get out of the car, but laughed gratefully. Knowing the crux, he knows how to solve it-isn't it a problem of trust? Simply put, it's a nomination certificate. Capital has no borders, and Judah does not need a motherland.

Chasing away the nasty Dave, Marshall boarded the night flight puffed up and flew to Houston, the capital of the Enclave, a few hours later. After getting off the plane, he thought that there would be a large group of spies exuding cold air to take him away, but in fact the airport was very deserted, and no one came to pick him up.

"What's going on?" Marshall originally belonged to the Enclave's Ministry of Defense. He was sent to Diego's military advisory group a year ago, and then he was captured and became the head of the enemy's military intelligence bureau in a dramatic way. "At any rate, I am also holding an important position in the enemy camp, and I have already notified the information that I will return."

Accustomed to the hustle and bustle of Havana, the deserted Houston made Marshall very uncomfortable. He walked out of the airport in a daze, only to find that he couldn't hail a car or contact anyone.

"What the hell." Marshall had to carry his suitcase and ran to the airport management staff, trying to find a way to call his original superior. A few hours later, a disgruntled young officer came to pick him up.

"Mr. Marshall, won't you pick a suitable time to come back? This is not the normal working time in the middle of the night." The little officer who picked him up was very impatient, yawning and driving. Judging by his askew attire and slouchy posture, who knows how he got into the Ministry of Defense.

Damn it!

Marshall cursed in his heart. In Havana, the Aurora Legion tried their best to regularize their army, racking their brains to improve the quality of their officers and troops. The head of the legion is extremely strict with the soldiers, and he is always ready to fight.

But back in Houston, Marshall discovered that a useless young man in his early twenties was working in the Department of Defense with the rank of major. If this happened in Havana, Captain Hugo would be furious.

"It seems that the Ministry of Defense has forgotten about me." Marshall complained in a low voice. After being neglected, his mood fell to the bottom, and he was simply ignored.

"Hahaha... Mr. Marshall, your lamentation is ridiculous. Do you have a background? Do you have a backstage? Do you have a future? Please forgive me, you are just a person who is demoted and will be thrown into Mexico for retirement Reserve officers, don't think too highly of yourself."

The little officer's ridicule made Marshall feel angry, and he couldn't help saying: "I have served as the director of the intelligence bureau in the Aurora Legion for more than half a year, and I know..."

He was interrupted before he finished speaking. The little officer shrugged indifferently, raised his fingers and shook his head and said, "Believe me, no one cares about your experience in Cuba now. A lot has happened in Houston in the past six months. The impression of Kojima has changed.

Do you know what we call the head of the Broken Legion now? Vegetable seller! Hahaha..., vegetable seller! "

Marshall turned blue with anger at such a contemptuous epithet. He really wanted to roar loudly: "You treat the heroic Victor Hugo as a 'vegetable seller'? You will pay the price for despising him like this!"