Meridian 1956: I Was a Spy in Europe

In 1956, the Iron Curtain of the Cold War was tightly closed, and the afterglow of the British Empire was crumbling. With a head full of top-secret files for later generations, the LSE Cold War History Doctor suddenly died in the London Archives and opened his eyes and returned to that turbulent Paris. What was on his desk at this time were two completely different documents: One came from the British Foreign Office (FCO), allowing him to attend dinner parties and travel around the world as a decent diplomat; A letter came from MI6, asking him to use the secret identity of intelligence officer "MERIDIAN" to instigate rebellion against the enemy camp. The fatal fog in the eyes of others is just a footnote to his doctoral thesis that he has memorized. When the information from the two systems converges into his hands at the same time. Who is a double agent? Which lurking is doomed to fail? When will Cuba's missiles be withdrawn? Which current low-level attaché will dominate a country in the future? He knows who will be assassinated three months later, knows how the KGB's net will be spread three years later, and knows what humiliating records those arrogant big shots will leave in the declassified files thirty years later. During the day, he is a flawless and impeccable gentleman diplomat, using a few words to stir up public opinion among major powers; At night, he is the sharpest knife on the hidden front, weaving a huge intelligence network that belongs only to him on the edge of the Iron Curtain. In this period of irreversible decline of the empire, James wanted neither to be a futile tinkerer nor to be a disposable chess piece. "I cannot stop the sunset of the British Empire." "But I can carve an unshakable position for Europe and myself in this long afterglow."