The economic crisis swept across the continent like a plague. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIt's not the coldest time of the year, but standing on the streets of Berlin at the moment, even if there is no dark cloud that sets off the decay, you can clearly feel the cold and depression that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Even when it is open for business, the rows of shops on Friedrichstraße are deserted. Shopkeepers have put up sales and promotion signs at the door, but even so, it is difficult to attract customers with shriveled wallets to come into the store.

Some shops simply closed their doors, such as the Norden Café on the corner of Friedrichstrasse. The antique wooden doors and turquoise arabesque ornaments, from the barstool to the quaint bookshelves, all show the mysterious and elegant Renaissance atmosphere. On a normal basis, it is usually crowded with resting tourists, or literary and artistic youths studying at universities nearby.

However, at this moment, the store has hung up a sign that it is closed.

It's not going to be easy for everyone.

Just then, a man in a gray trench coat walked up the street.

She kept her head down, the shadow of the brim of her hat obscuring her eyes, like the unemployed everywhere in Berlin. The shopkeeper who stood at the door of the store and personally solicited customers did not look at him, after all, no one would think that he would walk into his own store to consume. Such people should go to the bars, which are the only places where the unemployed reside, and in the current economic downturn, only beer sells best in the whole of Germany.

However, instead of entering the bar, he turned a corner and walked towards the closed Nolun coffee shop.

Three long and two short, he knocked lightly on the door.

"Closed today." Behind the wooden door came the impatient voice of the shopkeeper.

"I'm from the night." The female voice under the brim of the hat was calm and a little hoarse. The voice was very good, and if she only listened to the voice, she would be a beauty.

"Nightingale?"

"No, it's a ghost."

The codes are all on the line.

There was the sound of unlocking from behind the door.

After a while, the wooden door of the coffee shop opened, and behind the door was a middle-aged shopkeeper who had begun to lose his head.

As the shopkeeper bowed to greet her, the woman in the trench coat walked into the coffee shop, took off her hat and hung it on a hanger by the wall. Her name is Monica Geller, but it hasn't been used in a while since she became a "ghost". After becoming foreign agents, they all use code names instead of names, and her code name, named Gnevel, comes from a certain myth and legend.

"Do you need me to turn on the air conditioner?" The owner of the coffee shop asked.

"No, I won't be here for long." Monica shook her head and looked around the store, "The décor here is nice, how much did you spend?" ”

"Probably hundreds of thousands of euros? Not very expensive anyway. The shopkeeper said with a smile.

Monica nodded, not dwelling on the question, but heading to the deepest part of the coffee shop. In the last row sat a man with a middle-aged Slavic face. When Monica was decided, the middle-aged man got up and bowed gentlemanly and invited her to take a seat.

This is the stronghold of the KGB, and this is the first time that the two sides have cooperated on the German issue.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Gnavelly, do you need me to order a coffee?" The middle-aged man said very gentlemanly.

"No, Mr. Sphinx, I won't be staying here for too long, can I get straight to the point?" Monica shook her head and sat down across from him.

"Absolutely."

Putting down the coffee cup, the man known as the Sphinx restrained his hippie smile and put on a serious expression.

"We've been in contact with Germans who want to change the status quo."

"What do they say?" Monica's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, as if lost in thought.

The AfD holds more than half of the members of the German Bundestag, most of whom have been threatened or bribed by Jewish conglomerates. It is difficult to end the behind-the-scenes rule of Germany by the Jewish consortium through peaceful means, and we must consider other avenues. ”

"Like an armed uprising?" The corners of Monica's mouth curled, and planning a rebellion seemed to be what ghost agents did best.

However, the Sphinx did not give a direct reply, but nodded solemnly.

"It's the last option."

"Let's just say it, what do you need from our side?" Monica leaned back in her chair and said slowly.

"We have an arsenal hidden on the territory of Ukraine, and there are enough weapons in it to arm two infantry brigades. I need you to help us get weapons into Germany in case of a contingency. As for where the equipment is going, I can only reveal that we have a secret arsenal in the mountains on the German-Austrian border. ”

"It's dirty work." Monica didn't say yes right away, but said thoughtfully, "Can't your people bring weapons in?" ”

"As long as it's not discovered, it's not." The Sphinx said seriously, "We are very short of manpower in Germany, and it would be best if you could help, if not, we would have to figure it out ourselves." ”

Monica pondered for a long time, and finally spoke.

"Send the weapons to the Madagascar peninsula and we will take care of getting them into Germany."

Receiving an affirmative reply, the Sphinx breathed a sigh of relief and thanked in a relaxed tone.

"On behalf of the KGB, I thank you."

"You're welcome, send me to assist you Jiang Chen, you can thank him." Monica whispered, "You're just looking for me for weapons this time?" ”

"Not exactly, there's one more important thing." After a pause, the Sphinx said solemnly, "Previously, our intelligence experts analyzed that the attack in Munich may have been a self-directed and self-staged incident, and the producers were the Rothschild family, and the two presidents who died in the theater were just victims of a power struggle. ”

"We have made similar speculations, but unfortunately there is no evidence to prove it." Monica said.

"Luckily, we've collected some clues." As he spoke, the Sphinx took out a small note from his pocket, gently placed it on the table, and then pushed it in front of Monica, "There's an address on it, and a photo, I heard that you are very good at torture?" This big fish is in your hands. ”

"Looks like you're well-informed." Monica put away the note and got up from her seat, "You can look forward to our good news. Also, what about the people you are looking for? Got eyebrows? ”

"I've found it," the Sphinx rolled up his sleeves and glanced at his watch, "if I'm not mistaken, he should be at the Koro airport right now." (To be continued.) )