I Became a Captain of the British Empire - I Became a Captain of the British Empire chapter 95

conspiracy theory

Huey Long.

His full name is Huey Pearce Long Jr. He was a famous politician in the American South in the 1930s. Currently, he is probably the governor of Louisiana.

As a representative radical, he became a lawyer and gained popularity by attacking large corporations. Based on that reputation, in 1928, he was elected the youngest governor.

However, because he created so many political enemies, he is a man of misfortune who is assassinated right before running for the presidential election.

“Who the hell shot you?”

In the original history, it was probably 1935 when Long was assassinated. There are still 5 years left. Did you go around talking too much because you were at war? Of course, there are many enemies, but… … .

“What are you doing?”

As I looked at the newspaper, my face darkened, and the chief of staff asked me with his face in front of me.

“Look at the newspaper. Long was shot.”

“Long? Who is that?”

Oh, these guys don’t know. After all, he’s not even a senator yet, and he’s the governor of a Southern state. If you’re not interested in American politics, you might not know.

“He’s a little famous in the South. We attacked Hoover when we were out in the South. Thanks to that, I was even mentioned as a candidate for the next presidential election… … .”

The chief of staff tilts his head. It seems you’re not used to it yet. However, he smiles and shrugs his shoulders.

“I don’t know who it is, but if you gave Hoover some water, he’s a good friend.”

“The enemy of our enemy is our friend. At least for now.”

Anyway, America will be noisy for a while. It seems that this is not the only thing that has happened.

“For MacArthur to shoot protesters at this point… What the heck is going on?”

Long’s sniping, MacArthur’s suppression of protesters.

Two bad things happened at the same time in a situation where even one explosion would cause an uproar.

Holding the newspaper I had thrown away, the chief of staff read it quietly, then nodded with a voice that said, “Oh.”

“It’s a bit rejoicing to see someone else’s house on fire, but maybe the war will end early.”

“Maybe. But it’s still too early to be relieved.”

I don’t know what it is, but it must be a great crisis. It probably won’t be taken lightly. Whether inside or outside… … .

“I must go back to my country. If you do it wrong, sparks may fly in strange places.”

* * *

Washington DC White House.Make sure to read from noble mtl dot com

President Hoover read the report in silence. The president, with his chin resting on his chin with both hands on, did not even breathe for a while. Feeling the cold stillness, intelligence director John Hoover was able to panic for the first time in a long time.

“Could you explain to me why there is a story about me shooting that son of a b*tch, Long? director.”

Raising his sharp eyes, the president said so. John responded quickly.

“This is a truly outrageous frame-up. dismissal.”

Taking a deep breath, he looked at the president’s eyes and continued his story.

“As you know, all I ordered was his dirty political activities. I had no interest in his life, and I had no idea what to do.”

“I know too. But isn’t the rumor spreading like this now!”

Angry shouts echoed through the office. In the end, the director just quietly closed his eyes, feeling that things had exploded.

“That’s what matters! True or not, the problem is that people think I shot Huey!”

“It is a matter of circumstances. If His Excellency informs people that there is no reason to do so, the problem will naturally be resolved.”

“under! Do you think I will be sitting here after that?”

The president pointing his finger in a sarcastic way.

In front of him, the director stopped and shook his head disturbingly with a stiff face.

As the director said, he is unfair.

However, there was not enough time to catch the static that made him unfair. In fact, it was the current intelligence department that did not even know who had spread such rumors.

Even worse, Long was the one who spearheaded the attack on Hoover.

“Okay, if I said I shot it, it would make things easier. But do you see me as an idiot who can only judge that much?”

The director shook his head at the well-intentioned question.

Now, when Hoover’s political blow is at its peak, the vanguard of Hoover’s impeachment has been shot. exquisite timing. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that they were aiming for it on purpose, but there wasn’t much they could do.

The president, who stood up with his hand on his waist, continued as if sighing.

“There has been a voice calling for impeachment proceedings in Congress.”

The president approached the window and quietly looked up at the sky.

clear sky.

Even in the cold wind of the winter sky, the sun shone firmly. However, it was hard to feel even the slightest warmth there.

“I am still holding on, but this is only a matter of time. Detroit responsibilities are coming to me.”

The U.S. Army pulled out guns and knives against the American people. This was a different matter from bombing Boston and leaflets being scattered across the South.

The media raised their voices saying, “This is the time,” and the Democratic Party, which had been shrinking, came out to the streets and shouted. The people slowly listened to them and focused their eyes on the White House.

However, John did not expect the situation to reach this point.

“Your Excellency, but this is an exhibition! How can the impeachment prosecution in this situation… … .”

“So we want to end the war!”

The world asked him to make a choice.

To a man sitting in a white castle.

Hoover smoked his pipe and opened his mouth with a deep moan.

“You know what? I made a promise to all the cowards who are sitting at home warming themselves over a campfire. I mean, we’re going to end the war before Christmas.”

The first snow of December was piling up outside the window where the haggard eyes were looking. Even under the warm sunlight, they never melted and stayed on the garden.

“So how much time do you have left?”

“Four days. dismissal.”

“We must occupy Canada in four days and receive a declaration of surrender in London. Would that be possible?”

No answer was heard. He didn’t even want that in the first place, so Hoover continued on his own.

“Well, it would be impossible even if Washington returned alive. … No, he wouldn’t have fought a war like this in the first place.”

He is not Washington. Not even Roosevelt. But that doesn’t mean there was a lack of determination. He just did the best he could.

However, the problem was that the situation that was encountered was an unprecedented situation that exceeded its limits.

“What the hell am I supposed to do? I just wanted to block the road so there wouldn’t be a riot.”

Leaning his hands on the window, Hoover let out a cold sigh.

“I didn’t mean to go out and attack! It’s not a battlefield! Damn, marching north didn’t mean there… … .”

Blaming the now absent chief of staff, he coughed and staggered back from the window. The director of the intelligence agency, who was urgently moving to help, froze at the sharp hand gesture.

Inside the room where everything stopped. I can’t even hear footsteps in the hallway.

Looking at the man standing alone with a cold expression, the director lowered his head.

“Your Excellency, but to withdraw like this… … .”

“I know. The stakes are too big to sit still and die.”

Hoover finally sighed.

He looked around slowly and sat down again. It was time to return to the presidency.

“At least I’m going to fix what I did and go. So don’t worry.”

“Then I must find a way.”

“… One thing can come to mind.”

Leaning in front of the desk, the president put his hands together and rested his chin.

“John, from now on, take my word for it.”

Suddenly, he raised his gaze and spoke slowly to the coldly stiff intelligence chief.

“First, MacArthur used unauthorized force. Second, the target is the innocent American people.”

John slowly reflected on the President’s words.

Both are serious mistakes. But whoever did it… … .

“It was malted.”

“Do you know what I want to say?”

Looking at the ferocious beast-like eyes, the director of the Ministry of Information swallowed a dry spit.

* * *

The temporary flagship of the Mediterranean Fleet, ‘Eagle’, in the port of Malta.

A full-deck, chubby aircraft carrier. A squadron of Hawker Ospreys pass over them.

This is the flagship of the Mediterranean Fleet, the aircraft carrier “Eagle”. I came to the Mediterranean, but I have to go and see the eagle.

On the deck using the hull of a battleship, the heavy majesty was felt as it was true.

The only aircraft carrier in the Mediterranean Fleet. Maybe that’s why it seems pretty busy. Even now, with the war at its end, the decks are busy launching and retrieving aircraft.

A winter wind blew through the warm Mediterranean sea. A cool breeze brushed my cheeks.

“Italy has sent a request for negotiations.”

“What did you say?”

“They demanded a peace treaty.”

Looking at the admiral standing next to me on the deck, I let out a ridiculous laugh.

“Looks like the fire has fallen on your feet now.”

“The bottom line is all gone, so it must be nothing. In any case, they are despicable.”

The admiral who said that while shaking his head raised a corner of his mouth, as if it was funny. I quietly looked at the admiral standing next to me.

Admiral Ern Cheffield, commander of the Mediterranean Fleet.

During World War I, he served as the flagship captain of David Beatty, and is an elite who served as the 4th Navy Police Officer, Deputy Chief of Naval Staff, and Commander of the Atlantic Fleet during the interwar period.

When he was appointed commander of the Mediterranean Fleet, right before the declaration of war by the United States.

In the most difficult times, even with inferior forces, it somehow managed to maintain the balance of power in the Mediterranean.

Currently, along with Admiral Dudley Pound, he is an influential person as the next 1st Navy Police. Would you like to get closer right now? Anyway, since he is a master of excellent skills, there would be nothing wrong with familiarizing himself with his face.

“The Caracciolo class you beat. An Austrian Navy submarine found it last night. It must have been fed properly.”

oh my god. Did you crawl all the way there? Taranto alone is enough.

“It really blows the bottom of the net. How long have you been caught?”

“Both sunk. One ship seems to have run out of ammunition. They say there was a great explosion.”

I shook my head at the devastating news.

In fact, even if I left it alone, I would still be a cripple… … .

There is no way that those who got hit by a torpedo and fled at full speed would have been fine. It was probably knocked out half-submerged in the port without moving. This is enough to make him lose his will to fight.

“To infiltrate the port of Naples and feed them with torpedoes. He is quite talented.”

“of course. I heard that Admiral Trapp prepared for it while waiting and waiting. It must have been so pitiful to have been attacked by those special forces.”

Did the human torpedo take a hit in the end? In the end, the main force of the Italian Navy was completely annihilated.

Since there is no power, the peace agreement will go smoothly.

It was the moment when Admiral Chefield’s light face was understood at first glance.

By the way Admiral Trapp? Where do you think you heard it?

As I quietly tilted my head, the admiral continued.

“Georg Ludwig von Trapp. Haven’t you heard of it?”

“I think I heard it somewhere… I do not know.”

When I said that I still don’t know, the admiral opened his eyes wide and shrugged his shoulders to explain.

“You really don’t know? Isn’t that the famous U-Boat ace! He is currently the commander of the submarine force. Huh, anyway, they’re allies now, so you’d better know. He is a promising prospect who is being pointed out as the next senior.”

U-Boat Ace. I see Austria is also famous for its submarines. Anyway, he must have been a very famous person.

“It would be nice to talk to you sometime.”

“Think about it slowly. Shouldn’t we be going back to the mainland now?”

“yes… Well, yes.”

The war is over, so I’ll have to go back to London. The situation in the Atlantic is also a concern, so it is inevitable to gradually turn the power.

Fortunately, the fleet’s proficiency was largely proved through the past several battles. As I was calmly organizing my thoughts, Admiral Erne called me again.

“You mean. I have a question for you.”

“yes?”

The admiral glanced around.

After confirming that there are no eyes to see, he whispers in my ear.

“What’s your relationship with the 1st Navy Police?”

What are you talking about again?

Wanting to play a joke, I blinked and faced him. However, the bright eyes were shining brightly.

I’m seriously asking.

I just shook my head without knowing why.

“No, it has nothing to do with anything.”

“is it? Not a big deal. Never mind.”

The admiral calmly turned his head. Then he taps his shoulder and shakes his hand.

“You worked hard in the Mediterranean. Have a good Christmas. And, thank you.”

“… Oh no.”

The admiral smiled and returned to the bridge. He muttered to himself with his hands in his pockets.

“Isn’t that… … .”

I just stared blankly at the back of them walking quietly.