"Antal, Tripoli is practically a raging fire pit for us now!"
Governor Massimi said with an ugly expression as he looked at the documents the French had deliberately left behind.
"And we jumped right into it without knowing anything at all. No wonder that bastard Deponti spoke that way. He is probably waiting to laugh at us in the future."
Governor Massimi was not joking. He truly did not understand the situation in Tripoli, or rather, he did not understand the local public sentiment.
After all, Tripoli had previously been a French colony. Even if the Italians had designs on this place, the only ones who truly cared about Tripoli's specific circumstances were probably neighboring Cyrenaica and Italy's Intelligence Department.
Cyrenaica Province knew the situation in the Tripoli colony like the back of its hand because, under Cyrenaica's former colonial policies, the local resistance forces had fled to Tripoli. That had become a security threat to them, so they had no choice but to take it seriously.
There was even less need to mention the activities of Italy's Intelligence Department in Tripoli. Nearly the entire Mediterranean coast lay within their sphere of operations.
However, Governor Massimi had originally been a proper official from the Italian mainland. He clearly had little contact with intelligence agencies and had never served in Cyrenaica.
Vice Governor Antal's next words explained precisely that.
"Your Excellency, this is the lag in the transmission of information. After all, no one could have imagined that we would be able to use the Warsaw Conference to so easily swindle a colony out of the French."
"If we had known about this beforehand, we would certainly have gathered some intelligence while still on the mainland. But everything happened so suddenly that we were caught completely off guard."
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