D said it was a change of luck, but this luck was still not good. After they got back to work, they worked until the afternoon without any new progress. After the sun went down, D stopped what he was doing again, and was about to go out to buy food again, but this time he didn't seem to have such patience anymore, and the whole person seemed a little irritable, and after saying a word to me, he left the library with me.

Walking out of the library, I knew they weren't making much progress, but I said, "Nothing?" ”

"Didn't find it." D looked very tired and shook his head, "There is a mess in it, there is everything, arresting Soviet spies, assassinations carried out by the Soviets, retaliation, and then the other party retaliates, someone is plotted against and arrested... In this case, I also saw some of the actions of the Americans to assist Afghanistan during the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan. But it had nothing to do with what we were looking for. ”

"This... Could it be like you said, his action didn't start, the one in the 90's. I said.

"I don't know. For now, it's as simple as a piece of paper that mentions it, and it shouldn't be just one piece of paper, but the others can't be found. In other respects, there is not a single word about Operation 90. D said with a look of disappointment.

"And what about that Blue Project? Have you checked? I continued to ask.

"Yes. Of course. D nodded, "But the plan you mentioned seems to be an extremely large project now, and it is not a group or groups involved. It's a big bunch of people. Judging by these European sources, nothing useful can be found. At least not yet. ”

"Then here we are... What to do? I looked at him.

D didn't answer, and I don't think there was much he could do at the moment. That old thing is too mysterious, and we don't have much time left. Maybe we're going in the wrong direction, maybe this guy isn't the chameleon at all, he's just another veteran Soviet agent.

D and I went to a nearby restaurant, and I found out that this guy doesn't like to be fixed in one place or buy the same thing to eat. He is always willing to try new restaurants and food, I don't know if he doesn't want to be touched by his own rules or if he is a foodie himself, but one thing is worth affirming, that is, the psychological pressure of working with him is not so great, because his energy to choose food and restaurants always makes people feel like he is in his hands and not in a hurry.

This time, after choosing a restaurant, he sat down with me, and after ordering, he took out his phone and notified the others according to his customary text message. After putting down the phone, he looked at the more and more people in the restaurant and suddenly said, "Your boss has fallen into the hands of the Russians?" ”

"Yes. was captured. I can confirm that. I saw it with my own eyes. I said.

D nodded, "What will happen to him?" I don't know much about the Russians. So I'm curious to know, what will happen to him when he is caught? ”

"It's not going to end well." I smiled wryly, "As far as I know, the reason for arresting him is more because old guys like to dig through old accounts." So he found out a lot of old things about adulthood that others didn't want to be known. So.... ”

"Interesting." D nodded, "So do you think it's possible for him to turn over?" ”

"This... I can't answer. I shook my head, "Of course he made some arrangements, but I think he wanted to die more with others than to turn over." ”

Hearing me say this, D looked disappointed and let out a long sigh. And just as he sighed, his mobile phone on the table suddenly vibrated violently and rang at the same time.

D looked down at the phone, and when he saw the number on the phone, his originally disappointed expression suddenly changed to expectation. He quickly picked up the phone and answered it, and after about five or six minutes of communication in German, he hung up the phone and smiled with satisfaction: "Do you want to know what news is on the phone?" ”

"What's the news?" I glanced at his phone, "Found an important clue in those piles of paper?" ”

"Nope." D shook his head with a smile and shook the phone and said, "This is a call from some of my other people." ”

"Don't sell it. Let's get to the bottom of what's going on! Item asked eagerly.

"This is news from Germany." D put down his phone and said: "This afternoon, at three o'clock, a patient was registered at the Charlotte Hospital in Berlin. ”

"Who?" I immediately asked, but then I blurted out, "Walter Herzog?" ”

"Who else could it be?" D laughed, "But this gentleman didn't register the name." It's called Ulmer."

"And how did you know it was his?" I asked.

"Because names can be faked, the doctor's report that is admitted to the hospital will not be fake." D looked at me and said, "He's been transferred from another hospital." The previous hospital was the University Hospital in Zurich. The time mentioned in the doctor's report was correct, the gunshot wound, and the age was fifty-eight years old. ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel like an opportunity had come again. At this age, if the injuries and time are all right, the possibility of him is already very high. However, after a brief period of excitement, I was a little skeptical, was it so easy to find this guy?

"Could it be someone else?" I asked with some suspicion, "At that time, I killed and injured a lot of people. Maybe a 58-year-old man named Ulmer was actually shot. ”

"Is the location of the gunshot wound the same?" D asked, "Where did you hit him?" ”

I quickly recalled, "Arm or shoulder, maybe he had a gunshot wound on his body, and he must have had injuries to his legs and feet." ”

"Right arm. You hit his right big arm. D said and pointed to his right arm with his left hand, "He has the same wound on his leg as you said, and there is a wound on his left waist that was cut by a bullet." There are also bruises and abrasions on both sides of the forehead. Speaking of this, D smiled and said, "In addition to not directly killing him, you have caused him a lot of damage." ”

"So what do we do now?" When I saw that D was so sure of the man's identity, I immediately asked.

"Don't worry." D said and pointed to the waiter who had already started serving, "Eat first." My people also need to make sure. Rest assured, as long as you find the target, you won't be able to lose it for a while. As he spoke, several of his companions entered the dining room, waved at the men, and then continued, "This is just the guy who tracked down that guy's origins." ”

Seeking Fat !! Seeking Fat !!!!!

(End of chapter)