Julian had never felt so much enjoyment, and Nabhani was a generous and hospitable host, not only serving the French guests delicious food and drinks, but also inviting the French to use his private hammam after the meal, and even arranging for two beautiful Moroccan girls to give Julian an oil massage to melt away the fatigue accumulated along the way.

The Frenchman was almost overjoyed, but at the last moment reason prevailed over selfish desires, and he remembered that he still had an important task to complete.

The Arabs had won his favor, but they had not gained his full trust, and of course Julian would not have suspected anything, as the three slain Italian gendarmes proved to be a problem. If, as Napohani claimed, they were a revolutionary organization dedicated to the rebellion against colonial rule, then it is certainly fair that their superiors would probably maintain some connection with such a group.

But in any case, he couldn't trust anyone's claims until he had been confirmed by his superiors, and maybe if he hadn't been on this mission, they would have been able to become friends, the French thought at the time.

The reaction of the Italian gendarmes once again refreshed their impression in the hearts of the French, who thought that it was their own people who died, and that it was time to go all out to hunt down the murderer. As a result, Julian waited until it was dark and did not hear anything unusual in the street.

The man named Naizal, a Libyan, dressed like an Assasin thorn, quietly returned to the mansion before dinner, bringing with him news that he had been found in the streets in the afternoon.

"It was the Italian police who collected the body, and no other gendarmes were seen. They carried the body into an ambulance and pulled it away, where no one knows. In the afternoon, there were more police patrols on the streets, and the strange faces they encountered were all old-fashioned, and there was no special reaction. ”

After saying that, Nazar raised his head and drank a full jar of grapefruit juice, and then burped with a satisfied face.

"It's very wrong, it's not like their style at all, there must be something wrong with it." Nabhani sat cross-legged on a gorgeous woolen carpet, fingers gently tracing the tips of his beard on his chin.

"What to do now, is it a little longer, I fear that the Italians have set a trap and are waiting for someone to drill into it." Nazar said, glancing at Julian with his eyes.

"You can think of that, the Italians can't think of it. There will be pitfalls, but it's hard to say who specifically. Maybe it's Mr. Julian, and more likely it's against us. Nabohani clenched his fist and hammered his knee.

"Ah, you're welcome, Mr. Julian, we can discuss while we eat." The Arab suddenly turned his face to Julian and smiled at him.

"Thank you, Mr. Nabhani, I think I should probably get out of here sooner, you have helped me so much, I will never forget this kindness for the rest of my life." Julian said sincerely.

"What are you talking about, haven't I entertained you well enough, or do you think we don't have the ability to keep you safe?" When Nabhani heard this, his face sank and he looked very unhappy.

"Don't worry, Mr. Julian, we're very safe here." Naizal comforted from the sidelines.

"No, no, no, you know I didn't mean that, I can swear, Mr. Nabhani. As you know, I have been given the task of getting in touch with our people within these two days, and this matter is related to the future of many people, and I hope you can understand. Julian quickly waved his hand and explained.

"I see, I'm sorry to blame you." Nabhani touched his chest and bowed slightly in apology.

"We know you've got a mission on your side, but don't worry too much. If you believe us, we can send you to meet your friends tonight. The Arab took the dagger that was placed on his lap, cut off a small piece of roast meat, and put it into his mouth, then held out his hand to signal that Nazar and Julian could enjoy it together.

"If that's the case, then it's great, you're my savior, Mr. Nabhani." Julian's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the amazing Arab in front of him.

"Lamb doesn't taste good if it's cold, Mr. Julian, you can also try this sauce, it's very sweet and delicious." Nabhani did not answer Julian's words directly, but only smiled secretly, and warmly welcomed the French guests.

"We may have found traces of the target, and they want you to return to the office immediately." Marhimer walked over to Major Chordano's wine table, bent down and whispered in his boss's ear.

"What happened?" Giordano asked in a low voice.

"Zuwara sent a report that three gendarmes were killed in the street this morning, and it is initially determined that the weapon used by the killer may be a military rifle, the specific model cannot be determined at this time, and they lack experts in this area." The captain replied.

"I'm sorry, but there are some things I need to take care of right away." Colonel Giordano graciously apologized to the two Italian beauties across the table.

"Give these two ladies a bottle of the best martini, and put it on my account." Giordano grabbed the arm of a restaurant waiter who was passing by and commanded him in a loud voice.

"Yes, Mr. Major." The waiter hurriedly bowed down and nodded in agreement.

"It's a shame to miss you, ladies, and I hope to see you again next time." The head of Italian intelligence stood up and nodded to the ladies, bent down to kiss the back of the hands handed by the two beauties, then picked up the military cap on the table, turned around and left the seafood restaurant with Captain Marhimer.

"Are you sure this is related to the target?" Giordano hurried down the steps.

"I have this instinct, sir." Marhimer ran to the side of the street and opened the car door for his boss.

"Your intuition? You're going to pull me away from two beautiful girls with this? Giordano pulled the cigarette case out of his pocket and lit a cigarette.

"Before the gendarmes were killed, there were witnesses who confirmed that they were interrogating a foreigner, and although the physical characteristics did not match the information we had, considering that the target might have put on makeup, this is the only clue we have now, I think maybe..."

"I'm just going to try my luck again. Didn't you even think about it, maybe this is another false alarm? In the past few days, we have been fighting several times in a row, and the subordinate departments and the military below have begun to complain, do you know how much manpower and material resources need to be used for each operation? If I continue like this, I won't be able to explain it to the above. Giordano scratched his head, and in just a few days, his hairline showed obvious signs of receding.

"You also said that you want to find out what is hidden, and many of these arrested people have very suspicious identities." Captain Marhimer felt compelled to defend himself or two.

"I didn't expect our eyeliner to be so confused that they had no trace of what they were looking for, only to hand in a bunch of false information. I'm starting to wonder if they're really working for us, rather than trying to use our hands to fight their opponents. Giordano took a hard puff on his cigarette and popped the cigarette butt out the window.

"Major, this time the situation is different from the past, this time it is the report of the national gendarmerie."

"These bastards are even more unreliable, and each report is written like a myth. I know close to the proximity. The presence of a number of tribal forces on the Nice border, often clashing with the gendarmes over smuggling routes, is likely to be another ordinary revenge hunt. This kind of thing can be left to the local garrison, and we are now going to do our best to keep an eye on Tripoli.

Don't worry about Zuwara, according to the latest information from the Roman side, the target will be in the city within a few days, and connect with the Soviet intelligence agents lurking in Tripoli, so we shouldn't focus on any other direction, because that is probably the bait released by the opponent, we should concentrate all our forces on the city and fight a war of annihilation. Giordano lit a second cigarette.

"When did I get the information, sir, why didn't I know anything about it?"

"This was obtained from a private source, and you should be able to receive a written notice two days after tomorrow."

"Those damn bureaucrats."

"I agree, these damn bureaucrats."

There was a moment of silence in the car.

"Sir, what kind of important documents is the target carrying, and it needs to be so mobilized to make us people around."

Captain Malhimer took the cigarette from his superior.

"At this point, I should be able to tell you. The subject was carrying a copy of the secret treaty attached to the Franco-German and German-British Treaty of Alliance, obtained from the French government. It was full of confidential provisions signed between Germany and the two countries, and the contents were absolutely not allowed to be disclosed to the outside world. You must know that insider trading like this cannot be fair, and once it is known to the public, it will definitely cause strong dissatisfaction among the public. If there is any content aimed at a third country, the problem is even more serious, from international disputes at least to a rupture in relations between the two countries.

And this is the weapon that Mussolini urgently needs at the moment, once we get these secret documents, they can be used to threaten the French government of Petain, or to attack the arrogant Führer of Germany and attack the German authority. If it can provoke public anger in Britain and France, and maybe even upend the current situation in Europe, it may be a great opportunity for Italy to at least take back Sardinia from the French. That's why Rome ordered us to intercept this information at all costs. Major Giordano said, puffing on a smoke.

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