Who died in history of pretending?
In 1984, a stationery owner was drunk and bragging with friends.
On February 14th, Valentine’s Day, a Venezuelan town doctor, Gutres, poured his long-held rum into a glass, and today he’s giving birth to an old friend and a farewell.
His friend was the owner of a local stationery store, a greasy intestine that the old man who had known him for over a decade had opened a stationery store, and finally, at his age of 72, he decided to stop struggling and go back to the capital, Caracas, to enjoy his son’s Qingbok.
Two old friends cheered on the wine, and the owner of the stationery store started whistling after the wine:
When I was young, Han was the best spy in Europe. I’ve had dinner with the Emperor Edgar Hoover in the United States, and I’ve seen old noses in my country.
Gutres said that he was stable, that he had heard the same word a hundred times for more than a decade, and that the only thing that could be determined after that was that the old man was drunk again.
The two men were drunk and went home, and this was a farewell to the two old friends.
A few months later, on June 6, 1984, Gutierrez was at home watching TV, and the TV was playing a video of the 40th anniversary of Normandy landing.
But all of a sudden, Gutierrez saw a familiar face on a flashing screen, and he had a twitch in his heart.
Juan Puyol García was born in Barcelona, Spain, on 14 February 1912.
In the case of this year, it is said that 1912 was not a good year for Spain; it is said that since the 1898 American-Western War, Spain does not know what a good year is.
In 1898, a war between the United States and Spain lasted four months, after which the United States took over the Spanish legacy.
The Americas were lost, the Philippines was lost, the once-large Spanish colonial empire was left with a few piece of shit left in Africa, such as the old man of Massier, Equatorial Guinea.
As in China after midday, after the defeat, the Spanish began a road-scrambling journey, with various factions in the country running out of power and a rival class.
In the 20th century, the entire Spanish society was in turmoil, the Catalonia riots of 1909, and the government went down with its ass.
The unrest, though calmed for a while, worsened the social situation, with criminals in all walks of life plowing in the city, and in such a situation, wise men would persuade those who come to Spain — stupid bastards, run!
And then Garcia was born.
However, despite the volatile times, the families in Garcia are doing well.
His parents were men of their own day, and his father was the one who opened the factory, and he had no feelings for political forces. It’s basically a smoke, a look at the sky, a day of comfort.
Under the influence of such a father, García as a child, though not as a matter of probity, could be at least a matter of probity.
He did not like to read, he dropped out of school in a sustainable manner, and his father did not blame him, he found several ways to go, he tried everything as an apprentice, he learned everything in French, but he failed.
Until 1931, Garcia went to a poultry school to raise chickens.
In 1931, Garcia was no longer in trouble, not because he was lost, but because his father had been tolerated.
There was a sharp decline in family income, and Garcíaan, a father with a heavy debt, studied chickens and then found a chicken farm to work.
However, there are societies that do not allow the human beings of the day to exist.
In 1931, the Republic of Spain came to power and the King was forced into exile.
The Republicans advocated bringing the country as a whole to socialism, but at that time the fascist forces on the European continent were raging, the extreme right wing was powerful in Spain and two forces were at war.
In 1936, the civil war in Spain, known as the young Mini version of World War II, broke out.
The Spanish civil war was one of the worst wars in the history of modern Europe, as both warring parties had some distinct ideological characteristics.
The civil war quickly turned into a battle between the Communist International and Axis.
All over Europe and all over the world, tough people came to Spain, and the two warring parties quickly went to extremes, making this civil war unprecedented.
The Garcia family is not immune to this social catastrophe.
His mother and sister were arrested in the name of the “anti-revolutionary” and, after their release, their family’s assets were confiscated.
García himself had been hiding in a small room in Barcelona for a whole year in order to escape military service and had struggled to survive with his girlfriend.
He lost 40 pounds in the year, 25 looks like 45 years old.
However, as a result of a change in appearance, he did not have to evade military service, but went straight to get a 45-year-old identity card to look for work, but in the years of war, there was no job to do.
In the end, Garcia, with no future, has embarked on the path — to the army.
The thinly scrawled Garcia found the Republican Government and offered to join the army.
The recruiter was moved to cry and was so patriotic at his age that he was not assigned a combat post because he was considered by the recruiter to be too old to be a signal soldier for the IRA International Brigade.
The position was considered to be a good one and not a very risky one, but Garcia was not satisfied because he found that the FRCI food was worse than the outside.
When Garcia joined the army, the situation in the Government of the Republic of Spain was already very serious and the supply of goods was extremely strained.
The international brigade he was in, the mornin’ with pork butter, the mornin’ with pork, the mornin’ with lentils and the mornin’ with green vegetables.
García, who eats lentils every day, has green eyes, and all of his troops are soldiers of the international column. The group of men have faith and faith.
However, García was not able to do so. He was only alive and, because of his poor diet, he decided to defect to the National Army because he heard that there was food there.
One night at the end of 1938, Garcia and some of his team members sneaked to the National Army to find food, and when they arrived, he and his comrades did eat and had a good fight.
When the national army caught them, they locked him up and tortured him day and night, almost killing him.
Until 1939, when it was confirmed that Garcia was not a spy, the National Army sent him a gun to fight on the front line.
This failed defection casts a deep psychological shadow on Garcia, who was very anti-communist and turned fascists into such a contrast that he felt that the international column almost ate, but at least not abused me?
He had since hated fascism, and it was good that the Spanish civil war was nearing its end when he joined the war, and he followed his troops into Madrid without taking part in the fighting.
The war is over, and there is nothing left of Garcia, a normal boy. His family had collapsed and his girlfriend, who had saved his life, had fallen into war, and he had lost everything.
The brutal war has led Garcia’s heart to conclude that there is no good thing on the left and that communists and fascists are all bastards.
At that time, no one cared about the idea of a poor guy on the streets of Madrid, and perhaps even Garcia himself did not know that history would give him a chance to change the world in the future.
After the end of the war, Garcia had to earn a living by working on a casual basis.
It’s good to be alive in his head, to save a little money, and Garcia married a girl named Gonzales.
Two people had a wedding in Madrid, and then they put their lives together and…
Here comes the war!
In September 1939, Hitler struck Poland, and for 40 years attacked France, France’s line of defense quickly moved its home with crabs — and it was too late.
The Nazis have attacked the city on the ground in Europe and are looking to engulf Europe as a whole.
Although Spain was a neutral country that had not fought, Spanish society had been greatly affected.
For Garcia, who had just started a new life, the memory of sleeping for so long had been awakened, and he had decided to do something that fascists could never occupy Europe.
Whoever is against Hitler, I will help him!
In Europe at the time, the Soviet Union and Germany had not been at war, and, because of the poor image of communism in Garcia, it would have been impossible to help the Soviet Union even if it had been.
So there are only two objectives in Europe that fit his mind — the United Kingdom and France.
However, García did not choose France for the reason that, as everyone knows, it was too soon, and it was over without a response.
Then his only choice is to bring England.
In January 1941, Garcia entered the British Embassy in Madrid and went from clerks to ambassadors, saying that he had long admired the British, and that he had been a meteorite and had died, and that he was willing to work for the British.
And the people with the British Embassy said, “Thank you for your confidence, we’ll contact you if you need it. Please go home and live well.”
Garcia tried the British Embassy three times, and that was the result every time, and many of the late generations laughed at the British diplomats with their butts — blind eyes.
In fact, that attitude is very normal.
Think about it.
That was the communist international war of fascism, and the two groups, despite their rivalry, had come at every end of their lives.
For the British rulers, fascists take power, they say goodbye to power; communism takes power, they may say goodbye to others.
So, if you don’t want to hang it as a street light, it would be better not to hire spies in Spain.
The plan for Garcia is to sleep with Melanfan — no more.
However, the Jasira sword was biased, and he felt that since I could not contribute to the fascist enemy, I could do it.
He therefore decided to go to Germany and take his chances, cheat money, give false information and dig Hitler’s walls.
But he’s learned the lessons of the British.
He began to study ” My Struggle” and soon became a fascist sociologist who was an old Nazi with a black flag in old Berlin.
After all this, he contacted the German Embassy in Madrid and requested a meeting with its military attaché.
And the German reaction is more incredible.
Nazi Germany was a rather special presence, and in World War II, Nazi military tactics, military equipment were pretty good, but one thing was bad — intelligence.
Although the Nazi intelligence services also carried out a number of manoeuvres during the Second World War, they were at the same level as the Soviet and British intelligence systems as a whole.
The Nazi military intelligence service “Aboville” was largely one-way transparent to the Allied Forces, whose leader, General Canaris, was originally a supporter of Hitler, and found fascism too unpopular after the outbreak of World War II to be on its side in secret.
Under such leadership, the operational level of Abboville can only be described in one word — tragic.
For example, Abwell’s chief of intelligence in Spain, Cullentar, gives the impression that the brain is not fully developed and the brain is not fully developed.
He is known as Gorbachev in the intelligence community and has been rated by British intelligence as “the most popular opponent”.
After his dedicated and hard work, he succeeded in making the department believe any real information he received from his own people, any false information released by the British was accepted, he was not so naked as a spy, and had he not been liquidated after the war, everyone thought he was an undercover.
Upon receiving a telephone call from Garcia, Curenthal paid considerable attention and immediately ordered the head of intelligence in the Madrid region, Latti, to personally meet with Garcia.
But Latti did not have a very good impression of Garcia after the meeting, because he felt that the man ran the train with his mouth full.
Jasira came up and said he could give Latti all the information he needed about England. What does Latti think about you being Churchill’s nephew? It’s hard to visualize this guy.
But Garcia’s économique had worked, and he had deciphered Hitler’s theory to Latti, who was more familiar with Nazi theory than I was with a Spaniard.
So, he gave Garcia a chance. Didn’t you say you could handle British intelligence? How can you prove that you can go to England?
García has at this time amply demonstrated the main contradiction in what is called catching things.
He went to Portugal to get a false certificate and made himself a false passport.
This false passport must not pass by the British Customs, but enough is enough for an amateur like Latti.
When Latti looked at her passport, she was a professional! So we gave Garcia a code name, “Alabel”, a bottle of invisible ink, a password book, and $3,000 start-up money. Go to England and get intel!
The first problem with Garcia, who received Nazi money, was that he did not speak English.
It is shameful that a spy who claims to be going to the United Kingdom for intelligence does not speak English, and that is a clear loophole that the Germans have not discovered.
Jasira is not going to go to England, and Madrid is not going to be able to wait, after all this time in Madrid, and it might be a little awkward for both of them to see each other in the street.
I want to go. Garcia decided to go to Lisbon, Portugal.
When he arrived in Lisbon, he thought he was going to the British Embassy with a Nazi spy.
As a result, the British Embassy in Lisbon was not as good as Madrid, which said at least the next time that he would not be allowed through the door.
The German offer has been collected, and the British cannot connect. García is very sad to see the date on which the information is due.
Since he wrote to Madrid in Lisbon, he could see the confusion as soon as he looked at the postmarks, which were not British.
The first “underline” in Garcia was born.
García told Latti that I had developed a downline, that he was an independent Catalonia in Spain, that he was my hometown, that he was now a flight attendant for Dutch Airlines, and that I could not tell you his name for reasons of confidentiality.
In order to ensure that the British do not intercept my letterhead, all the information I have sent will be brought to Lisbon in person and sent to you by the post office.
For the same reason, your reply to me was not sent to England. Just send it to Lisbon. Someone’s sending it to me.
Latti was shocked by the design. He said you were a professional team. You were born to eat intel!
He was pleased to receive a letter with a postmark from Lisbon and began to contact Garcia in Lisbon.
After resolving the postmark problem, Garcia moved into a luxury hotel in Lisbon, where he began to panic about the Nazis.
He sent three code letters to Madrid.
The first letter stated that it had developed three lower lines, one in Liverpool, one in Glasgow and one in Switzerland.
The second letter said he got a job at the BBC and could stay in England for a long time.
The third, most important, said that according to Liverpool reports, a fleet of five British naval vessels had left their posts and was on their way to Maguire.
So, how did Garcia get this information?
Since Garcia did not speak English, he had no knowledge of the British culture or geography.
All of his information is based on a British travel guide and a book and newspaper magazine in Lisbon!
Actually, there’s a lot of holes in Garcia’s words.
For example, he said that he was a drunkard on the bottom line of Glasgow, “anything he could do with a liter of wine,” but he knew with a little knowledge that Glasgow had no wine at that time and that Britain had no use for a “one liter” system.
Or, because of the uncertainty of the exchange rate of the pound sterling, Garcia always reported the reimbursement to Madrid at the pound sterling rate, so that the Germans could calculate the amount to be paid.
However, Garcia did not know the United Kingdom; he was on the line, and Latti in Madrid did not know it.
He had not discovered those loopholes at all, but had been pleased to see that his chess set in England had begun to work.
He worked diligently to translate Garcia ‘ s information and added a large budget to demand that Garcia clarify the numbers, numbers, weapons, etc. of British forces.
When Latti and García had made the United Kingdom clear on the Iberian peninsula, the British Military Intelligence 5 group Sparta.
Their secret posts inside Abboville relayed to them information on Garcia. The British were scared to pee on the spot, because at that time the British forces had actually sent a secret fleet to Mau and the level of confidentiality was high.
And even though Garcia said the time of departure and the number of ships were wrong, the destination was so precise! MI5 quickly realized a terrible reality — we were infiltrated!
For the next few days, MI5 began a nationwide raid, without leaving any trace, and it was imperative to get this hand-eyed undercover!
But Garcia in Lisbon doesn’t know about these things, and he’s upset.
He was able to cope with earlier Latti’s needs, but with a few travel magazines, the British were unable to make up and equip.
Jasira thinks I’m over this Nazi wool.
At this point, the advantage of having a good wife is demonstrated.
The wife of Garcia said to him, “Don’t hang yourself on a tree. As the saying goes, the train runs fast, and I’m fine. Why don’t you take a chance with the Americans after a bump in Japan and the United States in the Pacific?”
So, at wife’s point, in 1942, Garcia walked into the United States Embassy in Portugal.
The American Embassy was very good, and when he had described his story, the Americans realized the value of it, and said to Garcia, “Don’t do anything and go back and wait for me.”
Immediately after García left, the United States transferred this ridiculous thing to MI5.
At that time, MI5 was searching for insiders three feet from the ground, and when they realized that the insiders they were trying to find were Spaniards who could not even speak English, they felt they were swinging out of the horizon naked and ashamed.
They kicked MI6 out of Garcia because they had no face to touch him.
On 24 April 1942, Garcia arrived with his family in the United Kingdom.
Two British agents were responsible for welcoming and cooperating with them, mainly his British intelligence officer, Thomas Harris.
This man has a friend, Kim Philby, who has a famous title, Cambridge Five.
Yes, this Harris is an undercover of the Soviet Union in England, where a Soviet spy receives a German spy as a British spy, a Spanish-style spy, a complex European society.
The British intelligence mission to Garcia is simple. They want information about the British army. Give it to him! The Germans must believe in your intelligence, or they will open another spy system!
With the cooperation of the British, Garcia had an adequate and accurate source of information, and at the same time he began to demonstrate his amazing talent.
In an exchange of letters with Madrid, García forged a dense information network based on imagination.
In his description, he has developed a large organization of spies in Britain of 28 people, who have different identities, different levels of education and a world view of character, some of whom are well-written university professors and some of whom are ordinary and rude workers.
García was able to express the identity differences of these people in precise writings, and he imitated the messages of people of different identities, giving the Germans of Madrid the full confidence that the information came out of the hands of different people, whose imagination and imitation were amazing, and the Spanish Zoe Zoe Zoes.
In Madrid, the Nazi intelligence teams were working at full capacity and were busy deciphering the vast amount of information sent back from Britain.
The previously mentioned move by Gorbachev Curentar of the intelligence community is very pleased that he was so wise and right.
When it was suggested that an additional set of intelligence networks should be set up in the United Kingdom, Curentar said that the intelligence master García’s spy network was now so good that we could rely on him and there was no need to find anyone else!
Most of the information provided to Garcia by British intelligence agencies is true, but it will be controlled in time and detail to prevent too much damage to coalition forces. After all, poor communication during the war is understandable.
In November 1942, on the eve of the launch of Operation Torch by the Allies in North Africa, García sent a message: “A fleet with the colour of the Mediterranean has left the port, probably for North Africa! I’m sorry.
On an exceptional basis, he sent the message to Madrid by air mail for the sake of the urgency, and the postmarks on the letter showed that the British had sent information as soon as they had left.
But by the time the British arranged the plane arrived in Madrid, North Africa was already fighting, and Latti was crying at this late, sophisticated intelligence, but it was useless and useless.
He was sad to write back to Garcia: “Intelligence is good, but we’re too late for that.” I’m sorry.
However, the Germans cannot be unsuspected by the repeated lateness of such important information.
Fortunately, García prejudged their judgment and had not yet waited for the Germans to ask him that he had volunteered to report to Madrid — that the information flow in the past had been carried out by Agent Liverpool II, whose illness had affected the efficiency of receipt and delivery.
He’s sick! We won’t be late for the intel!
Having received this information, Madrid would like to express its deep condolences to García for his message of condolence and deep condolences to the brave man who had bowed to the Nazis while paying a large sum of money to comfort his widow.
At the same time, in order to ensure that vital information in García was not delayed, Madrid destroyed the bloodletted, equipped Garcia with the latest radio station in August 1943, and handed over encryption under the box.
As a result, the last set of encryption in Germany was completely decrypted by Britain after Turing the Ingma.
Why would Young-mi give so much energy to accompany Garcia in providing information to Germany?
Because they know that if a man like Garcia does not work, he will certainly strike the enemy dead!
In January 1944, the Soviet Red Army made little progress on the eastern front, and the allies on the west began to move.
At this point, the fools knew the Allies were going to land on the western line.
Therefore, Abboville gave Garcia an order that he should, at all costs, clear the Allied landing plan!
At the same time, Garcia has received orders from the Allied Supreme Command to convince the Germans at all costs that the main point of attack by the Allied forces will be France.
The burden of the two worlds was placed on one man in Garcia, and now that chess is a chess player, it’s up to him to tell the truth.
From January to June 1944, García challenged the limits of the individual ‘ s physiology, with one person decorating 28 corners, sending more than 500 radio messages to the German Army at different angles, up to 20 more a day.
Through his vast intelligence, he prepared a non-existent army for the German army, which created a non-existent plan.
With a great deal of information and good credibility, the German commander-in-chief began to believe that the Allies had plans to log in in in France.
The German commander-in-chief’s multiple checks, the coalition’s various lines of cooperation, from front-line soldiers to undercover agents, the use of various means, the use of false forces on the ground to the underground intelligence network, and the fact that various channels inverted the authenticity of García’s intelligence, cannot be denied by the Germans.
And the best operation is when Normandy lands.
Late in the night of June 5th, 1944, Garcia sent an urgent message to Madrid: “The landing attack is about to begin! Please respond quickly! Please respond quickly! I’m sorry.
Of course, Garcia knows that this information cannot be answered.
In February of that year, Hitler had put up with the Abboville organization, and the Pai Gestapo had accepted the department, and the two sides were in a mess.
The radio station was not an artificial passenger service and could not have been on duty for 24 hours, so the message from Garcia was not answered until 8 a.m. the next morning, when the Allied Forces had landed.
German intelligence agents in Madrid were ashamed of Garcia, even apologizing, and Garcia was mad at them. He said:
“I hate neglect in this struggle for life and death, and I do not accept any excuse!” If it wasn’t for my ideals and my beliefs, you would have done enough to get me out of this job! I’m sorry.
The Germans in Madrid were scolded by García and asked Grandpa not to pick up Garcia at this time, the next few days, naturally, what Garcia said, no one dares doubt.
So Garcia then sent an important message: the Allied operation in Normandy was an offensive, and 25 out of 75 divisions didn’t move. Their commander was probably Barton!
His intelligence was eventually confirmed by the German commander-in-chief in Berlin. According to the German army, the coalition forces in Normandy are only a group of atmospheres, and they will eventually still land in Calais.
So, Calais can’t stop. On the basis of this judgement, from June 6 to July 23, the German army maintained 21 divisions in Calais, and the friendly forces were in a difficult position to remain as they were.
This strategic deception in Garcia has played a crucial role in the success of Normandy’s access, saving the lives of countless Allied forces.
After the most magnificent performance, Garcia was exhausted. With the advance of the coalition forces, Garcia will no longer be able to maintain this vast and false intelligence network.
But in late June, he couldn’t make it up anymore.
His British counterpart ended his suffering and “arrested” him as MI5.
A few weeks later, he was released, a letter of apology from the Home Secretary for his unlawful detention was published in the British press, and Garcia contacted Madrid again, telling them that I had to run!
The head of the Madrid intelligence service, Latti, who had worked with him for many years, was deeply grateful to the distinguished Nazi fighter.
Although the Nazis at that time were at an imminent end, Latti had given Hitler a second-degree Iron Cross and told Garcia by radio:
“Today, with great happiness and satisfaction, I tell you that the Führer has awarded you the Order of the Iron Cross for your extraordinary work, which is the Order of the Front Line Combatants only, and we offer you our most sincere congratulations! I’m sorry.
Garcia replied:
“I am unable to express my gratitude to the Führer at this point in time, in words, to convey my sincere gratitude and deep disapprove in the face of such honour, simply because I have never done more than my profession.”
Nazi agent Garcia, from now on.
A few months later, King George Six signed the name on a secret list and decided to award the Order of the British Empire in Garcia, which is also a decision to break the rules.
Before Christmas, the medal was handed over to Garcia by Sir David Petrie himself.
Thus, Juan García became almost the only one in World War II to receive medals from both the Axis and the Allied Forces.
After the war, Garcia went to the United States, and the FBI soul figure Hoover was very interested in him and invited him to dinner.
Back in London, the British gave Garcia two ways out.
Either give Garcia a job as a security company, or you can choose a more exciting path, where you might be able to sneak in when you hear that the Soviets are recruiting their former German spies.
At the suggestion of the British, García’s sense of communism was awakened many years ago, and he chose the second path and was ready to sneak into the Soviet Union.
Prior to that, he returned to Madrid and was prepared to contact his superior, Latti.
However, he had unexpectedly encountered Gorbachev, an uncharted intelligence group, and, through him, contacted Latti.
Although the Nazi empire had disappeared at that time, the two abandoned agents were deeply grateful to Garcia, and they had no idea how much the man had lied to them.
They gave Garcia a lot of money, while Latti offered this old fellow for years as a friend — leave, do our job, and there’s no way out.
On the advice of an old friend who is not a friend, García gave up his undercover Soviet plan and decided to live in South America.
However, when he first arrived in South America, he found it very dangerous, and he feared that the group would retaliate.
So, in 1949, he returned to England.
With the help of a British friend, he was taken to Angola by the British for a high-profile visit that year, where Mr. García was known to be prepared to settle if the conditions were appropriate.
It is regrettable that Angola is full of anger and that Mr. García left us once and for all with malaria.
A few months later, Venezuela ‘ s Shell oil company had a new employee who had followed the team to Venezuela.
He’s a funny guy. He’s a good guy. Moreover, he deceived a local girl into marrying (Gasia and her wife had divorced after the war) and settled with the company.
He runs a stationery store with his savings, fishing and drinking every day, and he’s happy.
In 1971, a British writer named Nigel West learned by chance that Britain had such a legendary spy that it wanted to look for a file.
In the case of ordinary writers, there is no door to such information.
But the West is only a pen name. His real name is Rupert Arerson, writing is just his hobby, first being a British Conservative.
However, many of the parties and the files are no longer known, owing to the length of the year. It wasn’t until 1984 that Arlasen, with all his hands, contacted Garcia himself.
García was not going to talk to him, and he remembered Latti’s teachings, which was an unseemly industry. But Arason said something to him — don’t you want to see your old friend?
On 20 May 1984, Garcia met with Arassen in the United States and was escorted back to the United Kingdom.
Prince Philip personally received him and took him on a tour of Fort Windsor. All his old friends who were still alive came to London to join him.
On 6 June, García arrived in Normandy by boat and took part in a service of consolation in a land he had never set foot on but had no connection to his life or death, and stepped on a plane to return to his home at the pleasure of everyone.
Four years later, on October 10, 1988, García died in peace, surrounded by his children and grandchildren, and the man who wandered between two worlds and slept in the land of another country forever.
Who died in history of pretending? – Little John’s answer.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
