Berlin, Germany, August 7, 1935.

Standing in the middle of the front road of the Empire State Building Square, accompanied by the red and white *** that can be seen everywhere, Geng Chaozhong seems to be in the torrent of history. Dark clouds in the sky obscured the setting sun, and the people underground were like ants driven out of their burrows by the rain, and everyone's face was filled with something called "madness".

It was a great march against the Jews, and since July, the Third Reich's attacks on the Jews have reached a new level, and in this situation, a truly anti-Semitic law has become an inevitable option.

Passing through the crowded flow of people, Geng Chaozhong raised his right arm from time to time, chanting the familiar slogan, and glanced at the head of state standing on the high platform and screaming hoarsely - at this moment, maintaining sanity has become the most difficult thing in the world.

But Geng Chaozhong still kept his senses, and he gradually crossed the crowd and came to an apartment ten miles away.

Knocking on the door, a young oriental face appeared in front of Geng Chaozhong's eyes, and the joy of meeting his old acquaintance in a foreign country appeared on Geng Chaozhong's face, he bowed politely, and said in a low voice:

"I'm looking for Mr. Zheng."

"Please come in."

The person who came was not vigilant, and after leading Geng Chaozhong into the living room and sitting down, he asked with a smile, "May I ask who you are?" ”

"My surname is Geng, and I once met Mr. Zheng at the Six Nations Hotel in Beiping." Geng Chaozhong replied.

"Oh." The visitor said yes and walked into a nearby bedroom.

"Sixth!"

A kind voice came, and a middle-aged man with a scholarly demeanor walked out of the bedroom, his hair was combed into a typical German back, and the smile on his face even had a bit of a German shadow, this was Zheng Jimin, deputy director of the special service department of the Fuxing Society, who had lived in Germany for two years.

"Teacher Zheng!" Geng Chaozhong stood up suddenly.

This is Zheng Jimin's favorite title - as a scholar-type spy, what Zheng Jimin hates most is that others call him the director, and teacher is Zheng Jimin's favorite profession.

The two quickly came together and gave a warm hug, while the young man next to him retreated in amusement.

"It's really a blessing in life to be able to meet old friends in Germany," Zheng Jimin skillfully poured Geng Chaozhong a cup of coffee, "I was surprised that I had already told me about you, why did you come now." ”

"Mr. Zheng, I have always been in Moscow, and I went to Paris two months ago." Geng Chaozhong replied with a smile.

"We thought you had been martyred," Zheng Jimin's voice was a little low, but he immediately became excited, "Fortunately, Fang Tu will always be Fang Tu, and the sixth will always be the sixth." ”

"Teacher Zheng will always be Teacher Zheng." Geng Chaozhong smiled slightly.

"Haha!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"What's happening in Tokyo? We once sent Yun Wei and Liu Xuejun to rescue you, and also found the two Taiwanese you left behind, but you are missing. Later, the department also held a memorial service for you, posthumously awarded you the rank of lieutenant colonel, and by the way, there was also a second-class Yunlu medal. Zheng Jimin spread his hands, "It's a pity that the medal is not with me." ”

"The student deserves it," Geng Chaozhong smiled ashamedly, "Actually, I was caught by the Soviet secret service in Tokyo." ”

"Soviets? Why did they arrest you? Zheng Jimin's eyes flashed.

"Maybe it's because you appreciate my talent!" Geng Chaozhong spread his hands like Zheng Jimin.

"Haha, it's not surprising, they sent you to Europe for the same reason, right?" Zheng Jimin smiled.

"Yes, this is a gift from the Soviets."

Geng Chaozhong stood up, took off his coat, unbuttoned his shirt, and exposed his upper body in front of Zheng Jimin.

Scars, dense scars, and countless black-gray marks.

"Sixth, you have suffered...... Zheng Jimin sighed.

"Nothing," Geng Chaozhong buttoned his clothes, "the purpose of the Soviets was not to force me to confess, in fact, they were far more interested in the Germans than in the Chinese." ”

"That's right, for Soviet Russia, the Western front is the most important thing." Zheng Jimin nodded.

"Well, that's why I came to Germany." Geng Chaozhong replied.

"What do they want?" Zheng Jimin frowned.

"Military technology, industrial patents, internal strategic trends, such as: the latest tank technology, missile technology. To put it simply, all of them. Geng Chaozhong smiled.

"Do you have a way to get it?" Zheng Jimin looked at Geng Chaozhong with puzzled eyes, "The Germans are too fanatical now, they are suspicious of all non-Germanic races, see it, I don't dare to go to the street now, otherwise, it will be easy to be attacked by those madmen." ”

"No, but there are people who can get it." Geng Chaozhong replied.

"Ugh....... Can you leave us a copy? Zheng Jimin thought for a while and asked.

"It's not you, it's us," Geng Chaozhong smiled, "but I'm afraid we don't have the ability to digest technology." ”

"You're right," Zheng Jimin also smiled, a little miserable, "We even need to import nails." ”

The two looked at each other speechlessly, for a patriot, it is not that there is something that cannot be obtained, but that there is something that cannot be eaten.

"Forget it," Zheng Jimin shook his head, "We can't eat it, once we are caught, we can't afford the consequences, so we don't do it." ”

"What we lack is talent, talent who can digest technology." Geng Chaozhong sighed.

"Yes, we've sent a lot of people to learn, but it's going to take time, and I estimate that this group of people won't be able to have this ability until at least twenty years later, but by then, it's likely that this group of people will still be behind in technology." Zheng Jimin shook his head and said.

When he came to Germany, he not only studied German ideology, but also had a very deep understanding of Germany's industrial and educational capabilities.

"However," Zheng Jimin spoke again, "you have to be careful, our country may not be able to withstand the pressure of the Germans, and we still need to import a lot of materials from the Germans, if you are caught......." Zheng Jimin expressed his concern.

"I won't do it myself, and I won't admit that I'm Chinese." Geng Chaozhong replied.

"Can you just go back to China with me? I plan to return to China in June next year. Zheng Jimin asked tentatively.

"This is my ideal, but I need a chance to get out of the control of the Soviets." Geng Chaozhong replied.

"Did you have the trick to get caught? Shouldn't it? Zheng Jimin wondered.

"Yes, in order to infiltrate the special high school, I once killed a Soviet major general, this matter, I know about it, I'm afraid, I can't go back until we establish diplomatic relations with the Soviet Union," Geng Chaozhong nodded, "In fact, it will be difficult after the establishment of diplomatic relations, I must find a way to get out of this predicament." ”

"Hmm......." Zheng Jimin nodded with a gloomy face.

He knew what that meant, and as long as the Soviets sent a note, it would be difficult for the Nanking government not to do so.

"You've paid too much, Sixth Brother," Zheng Jimin stood up, "Yunlu Medal, you deserve it." ”

Syllable!

Zheng Jimin gave Geng Chaozhong a standard military salute.