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On the streets, people wore summer clothes and enjoyed the precious peace in a state of war.

Although it had entered the war in full swing, Italy seemed to have overdrawn all its bravery and fighting spirit in the days of the ancient Roman Empire.

There is no tension about the war in the streets and alleys, and people are singing and dancing, as if the war is still a long way away.

Just outside the city, however, a procession of German barrel trucks and trucks proclaimed that war was not far off.

This was the unit of the German 21st Panzer Division, which was heading south to rush to the army on standby in the ports of southern Italy.

Those daunting tanks, loaded on flatbed wagons, headed south along the railway line. The tanks were covered with canvas and surrounded by troops from Germany.

Only the Italians passing by in these places could feel that the clouds of war were already weighing on their heads.

In a French café on a Roman street, a young man pushes open the door and drops a bunch of car keys on a checkered tablecloth.

A middle-aged man sitting there holding a newspaper and waiting for someone raised his head and squinted at the young man who walked in the door.

"I said, you can't be quiet when you come in." Putting down the newspaper in his hand, the middle-aged man looked at the young man who had already sat down and asked with a smile.

"You sent me a telegram all the way to Italy, hoping to give me an explanation." The other party stared at the middle-aged man with a smile on his face, and said lukewarmly.

"I also received an order from my superiors, who knows why he is in such a hurry to find you." The middle-aged man was still smiling, and the smile made people's hearts furious.

The young man beckoned to the waiter in the distance, and the other man came over knowingly: "Sir, what do you need?" ”

"A cup of coffee, thank you." As he spoke, the young man boldly threw a German gold mark on the waiter's menu.

The other party immediately smiled all over his face, picked up the golden mark with the menu, looked at the young man with charming eyes, and reluctantly turned to leave.

I guess if it weren't for a middle-aged man sitting next to her, this blonde Italian girl, would have sat down to talk to this young handsome young man about something else.

"You are still this character, it is not easy to make money, you know this." The middle-aged man pressed the newspaper and said to the young people.

His words made the young man laugh for a moment, and then the other party spread his hands, saying that he did not agree with this statement: "I think it is easy to make money. ”

Isn't it easy, a few days ago, he received his latest honorarium from the German intelligence agencies, a full 20,000 German gold marks.

This is not a small amount of money, in this era of war, he is enough to say that he is a group of young and promising people.

While explaining to himself with a smile, the young man whispered, "You have to have fun in time to get the money!" ”

"Your money was bought with your life...... Don't rush to spend all your money. The middle-aged man said bitterly.

"Of course I know that my money was exchanged for my life, and because of this, if I don't rush to spend it, wouldn't it be a pity if I didn't have my life to spend it?" The young man replied cynically.

He was very popular with girls, and in this era of war and turmoil, any young and generous man was very popular with girls.

Women like to associate with such men, and are even willing to give themselves to such men - even for a short time, and they will get great satisfaction.

They need solace, both mentally and physically. And when you don't know what you'll do tomorrow, money and ambiguity become the medicine for healing.

"I've already warned you anyway, since you think so, when I didn't say anything." The middle-aged man shook his head and picked up the coffee that had been cold in front of him.

Taking a sip gently, feeling the bitterness at the corners of his lips, the middle-aged man tasted the coffee in his mouth until the sweetness surged to the tip of his tongue before putting down the cup.

By this time, the waiter had returned, bringing a cup of coffee, and sugar cubes on the tray.

The way he walks, he can't wait to twist his ass to the extreme. The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, looked at the waitress who was like a peacock on the screen, and smiled bitterly.

Obviously, if the man in front of him leaves an address, the woman will take the initiative to climb into the man's bed at night.

Thinking of this, he continued to think viciously, and couldn't help but look at this waiter with some charm.

Yes, what a coquettish woman! He commented in his heart, and then picked up his coffee again, hiding his thoughts.

Nian Qin threw all the sugar cubes on the plate into the coffee, then stirred it twice with a slender spoon, and let the coffee inside spin in the cup.

"Say, tell me to come over, there must be something to explain." The young man looked at the middle-aged man and asked again.

He was a man of considerable importance in the German intelligence service, and it was impossible for him to give up his work of gathering British intelligence and waste his time in Italy for no reason.

Intelligence is a thing that is regional, timely, and continuous, and no matter how good a spy is, it is impossible to directly carry out intelligence gathering tasks across regions without making any preparations.

Because intelligence gathering characters need to manage their contacts for a long time, as well as opportunities, and the precipitation of time.

Therefore, the young man did not believe that the other party would easily give up the connections he had run on the British side and make him give up intelligence gathering on the British side.

"I really don't know, I'm just your contact, not your boss." The middle-aged man took a sip of cold coffee and replied with a smile.

The middle-aged man really didn't know why the German intelligence department was in such a hurry to let the young man in front of him come back, after all, the other party had been a very active intelligence officer recently.

You must know that this young man was in charge of a lot of intelligence on the British side, and provided a lot of information about the bombing target.

Such a young man was developed into a German spy in February, and now half a year later, he has carried out many intelligence missions against the British.

"Don't know? What the? God mysterious. The young man glanced at the middle-aged man in front of him suspiciously, and muttered something in his mouth.

He already knew that he couldn't ask anything from the other person's mouth, because the other party obviously didn't know why he had been called to Italy.

"Alright! Since you don't know, I'll just wait here and see what the hell is going on. Since he was sure that the other party didn't know anything, he didn't bother to ask.

So the two of them leaned back on the chair and drank coffee one by one, and the middle-aged man was even more calm, and even grabbed the newspaper in front of him again.

It was quiet in the café, and the minutes just passed. Neither of them spoke, and just waited.

After a while, a couple drinking coffee in the corner left, and the two of them were the only ones in the café, but neither of them seemed to have any intention of continuing to talk.

The clock on the wall made a ticking sound, and the minute hand quickly made a half-circle around the dial.

The young man finally couldn't sit still, he coughed, and waited for the other party to put down the newspaper before he spoke: "This is a waste of time, I'm leaving, what's the old rule to contact me...... Damn it. ”

When he stood up, the middle-aged man didn't stop him, he looked at him with a smile: "I'm only responsible for letting you come here, I'm not in charge of other things, I'm really sorry!" ”

Seeing that the other party did not stop him, the young man was also puzzled, but he still stood up, glanced at the waitress in the corner who secretly sent him from time to time, and turned around and walked out of the café.

He pushed open the front door of the café and walked out into the street, where he was greeted by two men in suits before he could take two steps.

"Sir, may I ask if your name is Ivan?" One of the men had a familiar smile on his face, which made the young man suddenly wary.

"I'm sorry, you recognized the wrong person...... he replied with a pretended lightheartedness.

Ivan is his code name, a pseudonym used to execute figures within German intelligence agencies.

Hearing the name Ivan mentioned by the other party's mouth, he instinctively replied with a lie, wanting to deny his identity.

"So, since you are not Ivan, are you familiar with the name Dasco Popov?" The other party still has that annoying smile, but in the eyes of the young man, this smile is as disgusting as the devil.

Because, the young man's real name is Dasco Popov! He stared at the two people in front of him in shock, opened his mouth with a trembling tone, and asked, "You, who are you?" ”

"If you don't mind, come with us! We are General Heydrich's men! The other man said as he stood beside Popov.

And Popov clearly felt it, a cold pistol, already under his armpit, on top of his ribs.

For a moment, Popov felt the chill extending from the cold weapon, making him tremble all over his body. He didn't know what to say, so he could only obediently follow the two of them away.

In the coffee shop, looking at everything that happened outside the window, the middle-aged man dropped the newspaper in his hand, pushed open the door and walked out of the coffee shop, blending into the crowd on the street.