Although I didn't take D's words seriously, I was still very vigilant to watch the ship slowly approaching and the surrounding movements. But when the boat did get close to us, I realized that I did think too much, because the people on the boat felt more careful than I was. They did not immediately come to shore, but slowed down as they approached, and when they were some distance from the shore, they hit a beam of light from one of the ship's headlights, which resembled a searchlight, and looked closely around us to the left and right. After confirming that the two of us were standing on the shore and there were no other abnormalities, the people on the boat were still not at ease. Instead, he shouted two words in German to us, and after D replied, he looked around again and reconfirmed, then turned off the lights, started the boat again, and slowly approached the shore.

The boat is not big, it resembles a fishing boat. Upon approaching the shore, two figures appeared in the bow of the ship. Both of them also had guns in their hands, and perhaps because they saw me with a gun in their hands, one of them pointed at me and said something when they came to the shore.

D and the other party did not seem to be as familiar with Andrew as they were, and after a brief exchange with the other party, he motioned for me to hand over the gun in my hand, and the other party took the gun in my hand before getting out of the way and signaling us to get on the boat.

We were ushered into a cabin and sat down, small with dim lighting and a strange smell. The guy who brought us in was sitting across from us with a gun and watching us. D, on the other hand, seemed to be very relaxed, and after adjusting his sitting position, he closed his eyes slightly as if he was starting to rest.

"They're not your people?" I said as I looked at the guy sitting across from me.

"It's not. It was my people who came to pick us up. Take the money to do things, just like you. So don't worry, take a good rest. D said.

"How much?" I continued to ask.

"Not cheap. They do this specially, going back and forth between the three countries, and they specialize in transporting things that they don't want others to know. Now stop talking, let me have a good rest. It won't be long before we reach Germany. As D spoke, the boat started again and sailed away from the shore and faster.

Two hours later, in the middle of the night. The speed of the ship slowly slowed down. And the guy sitting across from us who had been staring at us seemed to relax. After about another five or six minutes, shouts were heard from outside the cabin. Sitting across from us, the guy stood up and spoke to us in German.

With great difficulty, he stood up, led the way out, and re-entered the ship. It was still dark, but the light could already be seen in the direction of the ship, as well as from a lighthouse on the shore.

"Where is this?" I asked, looking ahead.

"Nonnenhorn, Germany." D looked at me and said.

"Will your people be there?" I said and pointed ahead, "This place also looks like a tourist resort." ”

"Yes." D nodded as he spoke, "The lakeside area of this lake is full of various resort areas. The same goes for you on the Austrian side. ”

The boat quickly approached the shore, but instead of entering the pier, it approached a shore to the northwest of the pier. The guy who drove the boat seemed to be very familiar with the surroundings here, but after reducing the speed of the ship, he slowly leaned towards the shore, not afraid of running aground or something like the bottom. And after the boat approached the shore, there was also a burst of light on the shore, which should have been emitted by a flashlight, and kept circling while lighting up, as if guiding the people who drove the boat.

After about ten minutes, we reached the shore. I saw three men standing faintly on the dark shore, and two of these three men approached the shore and immediately approached us and stretched out their hands to us and helped us and D down. As we disembarked, my bag with the gun was thrown off the boat.

I bent down and picked up the bag, the gun still inside, and I could feel it by the weight of the bag. As I was carrying my bag, I saw that the man of the three, who had been standing on the side, took something out of his shirt and handed it to one of the two men who had just reached out to help me and D out of the boat.

The man took it, nodded, and then jumped into the boat with the other man. The boat seemed to be in a hurry to get out of here, and at the same time as the two men jumped on board, it was already moving away from the shore.

The person who stayed behind should have come to pick us up, and the thing he just handed the other party should be a bag of money. Just as I looked at the man who had answered us, the person next to me said in French, "Is everything going well here?" ”

The man was stunned for a moment when he heard D in French, and then replied in French, "Everything is normal." We're all very careful, more careful than usual, but at least we're much better than you across the lake. ”

d did not speak again, and the man quickly led us to the side of the road. There was a car parked here, and it was only after we got into the car that I could see the man who had come to pick us up.

Then the light of the reading light in the car showed that the man was already middle-aged, with little hair and very short. After getting into the car, he immediately picked up a pair of glasses in the car and brought them up, "Let's take a look at your injuries first?" ”

D glanced at him and waved his hand and said, "It's not serious." Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to get here. Let's get out of here first, I need a phone, I need a good night's sleep. ”

The man nodded and said, "Okay." It's up to you. He said as he started the car.

"You're a doctor?" I asked curiously.

The man looked back at me, took off his glasses, and said, "Yes." I've been doing it for many years. But it's more of a hobby. As if half-jokingly, the man put his glasses back in the case and started the car heading north.

Three days later, we crossed most of Germany to Frankfurt, east of Berlin and near Poland. Actually, this journey didn't take that long, but D needed treatment and a good rest, so it was delayed for some time. While we were resting, D got back in touch with his people in Berlin. After contacting me, he told me about our target, and that the old guy who didn't know what to call it had returned to Berlin three days ago and had been re-examined at Charlotte Hospital immediately after returning. From this point of view, Berlin Station still attaches great importance to this old guy, and I am afraid that something will happen to him. The physical examination report shows that the old guy's physical health is not very ideal, and the recommendation is to take a vacation and have a good rest.

After receiving such news, D seemed to be very satisfied. He has said more than once that such a conclusion may have been written at the behest of the Berlin station. They wanted the old guy to stop, and to do so in a gentle, seemingly caring way. More importantly, he felt that our opportunity had come, and although it was not the time to come, it was undoubtedly on its way.

So when we arrived in Frankfurt, D asked the doctor to rent an apartment for me and D to live in. D told me that we were going to be here for a while, waiting for news from Berlin, waiting for our chances.

Fat Fat !!!

(End of chapter)