"No matter what means are taken........" Geng Chaozhong muttered.

"Yes, by any means," Bledsoe stressed, "Philo is our important target in France, he is the oldest intelligence broker in the entire French intelligence community, and he has his own informants in Berlin and London, and as long as we control him, we have developed dozens of intelligence channels." ”

"Okay, I'll figure it out," Geng Chaozhong nodded, "Swallow went to Berlin?" ”

"As long as you believe she went to Berlin, she went to Berlin." Bledsoe laughed.

"Okay," Geng Chaozhong stood up, "If there's nothing else, then I'll go first." ”

"Good luck, by the way, don't try to find us, and don't get caught by the Parisian intelligence agencies, even though it's all a bunch of rubbish." Bledsoe lowered his head and began to taste the coffee in his cup.

"Thank you." Geng Chaozhong quickly left the café.

At the same time, not far from the Boulevard Haussmann, on the roof of the Paris Synagogue, a middle-aged Frenchman with pale blond hair was lowering his binoculars, while beside him stood a young soldier wearing an octagonal hat, the common attire of the internal police of the Paris Defense Intelligence Agency.

"Send someone to follow the young man and investigate his condition," the light-blond-haired middle-aged man commanded, "Also, watch out for the female mole, they've been moving too much lately. ”

"Inspector Locke, you've been following them for two years, why don't you arrest them?" The young soldier asked.

"The Cabinet is negotiating with the Russians, and Russia will not be our enemy for a long time to come, and the Cabinet acquiesces in their presence in Paris, but lately they have gone a little too far, and I think it is necessary to give them some warning." Blonde Inspector Locke replied.

"Yes, I'll go." The young soldier quickly walked down to the roof.

"Russians, I hope you don't use our tolerance as a reason for indulgence." A sneer appeared at the corner of Inspector Locke's mouth.

.........

Walking through the streets of Paris, Geng Chaozhong pondered what had just happened.

It was a bit of a surprise that this Monsieur Filo was so important in the French intelligence community, but when you think about it, it is understandable.

The foreign system is different from the system of integrating the party and government of the Republic of China, and the personnel composition of each government changes very greatly, that is to say, the movement of officials and social strata is relatively very frequent, and many government officials have become writers who contribute articles to major well-known newspapers as soon as they get off the job, and in addition to the close integration of politics and capital, the editors of newspapers naturally have a huge advantage in the intelligence community.

Not to mention a veteran media person like Mr. Fillow, which is why the Cheka attaches so much importance to the editor-in-chief of a newspaper - from the point of view of information aggregation, this Mr. Fillow is a convergence point for the flow of information in France.

That's right, Convergence Point!

Geng Chaozhong's eyes flashed, and he suddenly realized that his other identity, which had been sealed for a long time, might come in handy in Paris.

However, immediately after, Geng Chaozhong's brows furrowed, and he suddenly had a feeling of being stared at.

Geng Chaozhong walked forward slowly, until he came to a row of beautiful women's windows, and then stopped.

Behind the reflected window, several figures flickered.

"Stalked?"

Geng Chaozhong was a little puzzled, after he came to Paris, it seemed that everything was not going very well, it was only less than a week's work, and there were situations one after another, could it be that his Oriental face was so attention-grabbing?

After pausing for a moment, Geng Chaozhong walked forward again, and the figure behind him disappeared, and it was not until after passing through the three street corners that Geng Chaozhong once again appeared to be watched.

"I just came to Paris, I shouldn't attract the attention of others, and the only people who know my identity are Swallow and Bledsoe, Swallow went to Berlin, Bledsoe just met, ruling out all possibilities, it should be Bledsoe just been targeted." Geng Chaozhong's heart silently speculated on various possibilities.

With a flicker of the figure, Geng Chaozhong turned into a cloakshop on the street, but he quickly walked out of the cloak, walked into an alley next to him, and the people behind him temporarily disappeared, and after walking along the alley for more than ten meters, Geng Chaozhong turned back sharply and walked towards the way he came.

Two young men in top hats walked up to them, with slender figures, occasionally talking and laughing and teasing, no different from ordinary passers-by.

But the moment they passed by, Geng Chaozhong saw the unnaturally protruding blood vessels on the backs of their hands.

Geng Chaozhong returned to the cloakshop again.

The two young men stopped at the corner of the street, apparently hesitating whether to return to the cloakshop to follow them or continue to wait at the corner.

Geng Chaozhong smiled slightly, took out a piece of franc from his pocket, and handed it to the waiter who was standing in the cloakshop: "Do you see those two gentlemen on the street?" They're my friends, we're playing a game of hide and seek, trouble you to go over and tell them it's game over. ”

The waiter agreed, took the franc and walked towards the two, while Geng Chaozhong leisurely walked to the north side of the cloakroom, which was a hidden side door, which he had discovered when he first walked into the cloakshop.

"Two gentlemen, one of the guests asked me to tell you that the game is over."

The two stalkers on the corner of the street dazed the waiter in front of them, staring at the cloakshop opposite, but they soon realized that something was wrong.

Before long, they frantically rushed into the cloakshop, but in the empty cloakshop, only the side door that was still shaking slightly........

"I don't know who discovered Bledsoe," walking on the streets of Paris, Geng Chaozhong's brain was spinning rapidly, "If it was just discovered, it would be fine, but if it was a long-planned tracking and surveillance, then I'm afraid Bledsoe's situation is not good." ”

"No," Geng Chaozhong then shook his head, "If it's a French, it's not too dangerous, at most it's a deportation, but if it's a German, I'm afraid Bledsoe is really dangerous!" ”

"We have to find a way to find Bledsoe as soon as possible!"

Geng Chaozhong quickly made a decision, but he and Yanzi and Bledsoe were in one-way contact, only they could find themselves, but he couldn't find them.

...........

"If you have any difficulties, you can also go to a bistro called Black Cat on Petain Road in Paris, find a bartender named Edmonton there, and say that Swallow asked you to come to him."

The words that the swallow had said to him before began to drift in his ears, and Geng Chaozhong stopped and turned to walk towards Petain Road.