Geng Chaozhong was dumbfounded, sure enough! This so-called royalist party turned out to be established by the Cheka, which is probably the greatest "fishing law enforcement" I have seen in this era!

"Comrade Woodpecker, it's a pleasure to meet you, my real name is Alexander Kushev, code name Raven," old Ivan in the night breeze of Paris looked particularly excited, he grasped the steering wheel with one hand, put the other hand around Geng Chaozhong's shoulder, and said loudly:

"This 'Supreme Royalist' in Paris is only one of our many royalist organizations in Europe, in England, in Germany, in Poland, in all European countries, there are organizations like the 'Supreme Royalist Society', the 'Federation of Russian Servicemen', etc., which are protected by all the hateful Soviet countries in Europe, but they do not know that they are not protecting those white bandits, but our comrades from Lubyanka!"

"With this as a medium, we not only infiltrated and mastered these foreign white bandit organizations, tricked the members of these organizations into returning to China and threw themselves into the net, but also piggybacking on and luring intelligence spies from Finland, Poland and other countries by the way, so that they can be used by me, haha, I live in excitement every day, whenever I think of how many more enemies have been sent by us to Lubyanka, my heart is extremely relieved!"

Old Ivan, no, should be called Alexander Kushev to talk endlessly about his experience in the past twenty years, which made Geng Chaozhong next to him only listen speechlessly, and waited until the car drove to the thirteenth arrondissement on the banks of the Seine in the suburbs of Paris, and Kushev stopped the car.

"Comrade Raven, now that you have been exposed, does this mean that the members of the various royalist organizations that we have infiltrated in Europe need further preparations?" Geng Chaozhong finally had time to ask his first question.

"No," Kushev stepped out of the car, facing the rushing Seine, wrapped in his pajamas, but his two hairy legs looked extremely funny at this moment, "Thanks to your timely notification, I am not exposed, and besides, the French intelligence organization will not inform other countries about this, and now the most lacking thing between the countries of Europe is trust." ”

"What's more," Kushev turned to look at Geng Chaozhong, "even if they knew, how could they tell?" Our men have been lurking in the local royalist organization for at least ten years, some for twenty years, and they have little discernment. ”

"Well, Comrade Kushev, I'm too worried, but, what about Bledsoe?" Geng Chaozhong threw out the second question.

"Bledsoe will not betray us," Kushev shook his head, "besides, she knows no one but the swallows." ”

"That?" Geng Chaozhong looked at Kushev.

"The struggle between the left and the right in Spain is becoming more and more intense, and I will go to Spain via Toulouse to participate in the planning and organization of a new left-wing coalition," Kushev looked into Geng Chaozhong's eyes, "Comrade, the center of the future struggle in Europe is in Spain, and where we are most needed, how about it?" If you want, you can come with me to Spain and together we will fight for internationalism. ”

"I'm sorry, Comrade Kushev, I came to Europe on a more important mission, and France is just my first stop," Geng Chaozhong shook his head, "Also, how can I contact Yanzi after you leave." Since Bledsoe's disappearance, I've lost all contact with the Order. ”

"I don't know how to contact Swallow either," Kushev shook his head regretfully, "Actually, Swallow has many different identities, all I know is Swallow who appeared in the Edmonddo Chess Club, and I don't know anything about the rest." ”

"Well, Comrade Kushev, then I can only wish you a smooth journey." Geng Chaozhong replied helplessly.

Kushev nodded, and walked to one of the weeds on the riverside, and in a few moments, he swung out a small boat, and had changed into a fisherman's outfit, apparently an escape point he had already arranged.

"Comrade Woodpecker, go back, the swallow will come looking for you!"

Kushev shook the oars, and the boat went down the river, gradually disappearing from Geng Chaozhong's sight........

Geng Chaozhong was a little hesitant to go back to his apartment on La Boetie Street, which Bledsoe probably didn't know about except for Swallow, but there was no doubt that it was a risky move.

After thinking about it carefully for a long time, Geng Chaozhong finally made up his mind to go back to the vicinity of his apartment and carry out three days of residential surveillance, and if there was no problem, it would not be too late to move back. In addition, the identity of "Roosevelt" should also have his own stage in Paris.

.........

"Miss Bledsoe, please stop suffering needlessly, and tell me who is the man who went to Berlin?!"

In a secret basement in the 9th arrondissement of Paris, tall Germans stood in front of a woman in tattered clothes and scarred, naked and apparently subjected to brutal torture and assault.

"Come on," said Bledsoe, with a nonchalant smile on his face, "a few more, sister, I've never enjoyed it so much!" ”

Syllable!

A slap hit Bledsoe on the cheek, but Bledsoe only smiled slightly, and immediately turned his head again, glaring back at the other party with a colder and more ferocious gaze than the German at the head:

"The will of the Bolsheviks is a wall that even God cannot cross!"

"Mr. Coleman, why don't you ......" A German behind him stepped forward and made a downward slashing motion.

"No," the German named Coleman shook his head, "don't worry, you go and inform the guy named Edmundo at the 'Strumman Card Club' that if he is willing to do something for this woman, it will not be in vain for our operation." ”

"Okay, I'll let you know." The German turned and walked away.

"Be careful, don't be targeted by the Parisian police," Coleman told him again, "and find another person, rent the room where Bledsoe lives, and I'll see if anyone will come looking for her." ”

"Hehehe......"

Bledsoe listened to Coleman's orders with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Miss Bledsoe," Coleman said, turning around, "I admire your tenacity and apologize for the offense I have done to you, but please do not doubt our resolve. ”

Coleman then turned his gaze to the many members of the 6th Directorate of the German Ministry of State Security and the Foreign Intelligence Bureau (SD-Ausland) of the Reich Ministry of Security, and shouted in a deep voice:

"My honor is loyalty!"

“HI！ HIT... LER！ ”

All raised their right arms.