Paris, 4th arrondissement.

As one of the core districts of Paris, there has always been no shortage of luxury civilian cars on Rue de Rivoli, but at the moment a bright red sedan has made a lot of eyeballs.

The fact that the 1939 Dodge D11 "luxury liner", a work of art produced by the American Dodge Company, can be seen in Paris, France, across the Atlantic, not only shows how good the taste of its owner is, but also how rich the financial resources are.

After all, the cost of shipping across the Pacific Ocean alone is enough to buy a top-of-the-line Renault car in France.

After a traffic light, the high-profile Dodge D11 turned left into the City Hall Square, and under the envious gaze of the guards, it was safely parked in the parking space in the square.

The driver's door opened first, and a sturdy middle-aged man stepped out of the car and closed the door, and did not leave, he walked quickly to the passenger seat on the other side and helped out an elegant lady.

"Good afternoon, sir, madam." A guard, at the urging of his companion, reluctantly walked up to the two and saluted.

He knows very well that anyone who can drive this kind of car can't afford to mess with himself, but he can't help it, it's his job.

As for why he came up—to make him a newcomer?

"This is the town hall, what are you two doing?" He slowed his tone as much as he could.

"Go through the formalities of leaving the country." Manfred looked at the guard with a slightly oppressed look, "What? Does this need to be reported to you, a guard? ”

"No......" The guard wiped his cold sweat and sneered, "Sir, the city hall belongs to the security zone, and we have to check all the people who enter and exit, this is our job ......"

"When did City Hall become a cordoned off zone?" Claire took Manfred's hand beside her and looked at the guard with a frown.

"Three days ago...... the guard looked at the two of them with some confusion, "Mr. and Mrs...... You, don't you know? ”

"Uh......"

The two looked at each other and thought to themselves at the same time.

Fortunately, Manfred's mind was spinning fast enough, and just as the guards were becoming more and more confused, a phrase came to his mind.

"We were on a business trip some time ago – in Amiens – talking to a bunch of Belgians who had fled to our country and were busy cashing in their assets." Manfred said with a smile, "I just came back not long ago, so I don't know much about some of the policy changes. ”

"Can I see the documents of both of you?" The guards remained vigilant.

"Hey, why are you so suspicious?" Claire feigned.

"Hey dear, that's someone else's job." Manfred "pulled" the angry "wife", then took his ID and work permit out of his pocket and handed them to the guards.

Eric S. De Morrow...... The deputy general manager of the Left Bank department store ......" The guard looked at the two documents and read silently.

"It's mine." Claire also handed over her documents "a little angrily".

Chrissy M. C. Ray? Are you British? ”

"Yes, I'm from Northern Ireland, but my husband is French." Claire tightened her grip on Manfred's hand, "Is there a problem?" Mr. Guard? ”

"Absolutely." The guards hurriedly handed the documents back to the two men.

"Shall we go in then?" Manfred smiled.

"No, sir." The guard was puzzled, "If you want to go in, you have to show your appointment documents first – this has been in place since three days ago." ”

"Then we still have to make an appointment first?" Claire said impatiently, "Why did it suddenly become so troublesome?" ”

"Isn't this also because I'm afraid that German spies will sneak in and cause sabotage......," the guard said embarrassedly, "so I can only trouble Mr. and Mrs. to cooperate, and if you don't have an appointment document, please go back first." ”

"God......" Claire helped her forehead, rolled her eyes and walked back into the car.

Manfred smiled and bowed before returning to the car.

The bright red car started again, slowly drove out of the town hall, and soon disappeared into the bustling streets of Rivoli.

"Hey, who's these two? Drive such a good car? As soon as the guard returned to his post, his companion asked eagerly.

"The man is the deputy general manager of the Left Bank department store, and the woman is his wife, who is from Northern Ireland." The guard replied, "And looking at the middle name, both of them should be from noble families, especially which woman, who exudes an Irish smell from top to bottom." ”

"Irish...... Brother, did they make it difficult for you? The companions asked with "concern".

"Nope." The guard also glanced at his companions "gratefully", but sneered in his heart, "They just don't know that the city hall has issued some new policies, and they will leave after I told them...... It's also thanks to them that they didn't embarrass me, they are all people who can't be provoked. ”

While the guards were commenting on the two of them, the two people on the other side who were following the slow flow of traffic were also discussing the guards.

"It's really unfortunate that the French suddenly issued a warning order at this juncture, which has added a lot of trouble to us!" Claire was a little frustrated, "Did you say the French knew about our plans?" ”

"Probably not, the Gestapo's routine briefing yesterday was that the Paris branch was operating normally, and only one person was found by the French Security Service - or the lowest F-class employee." Manfred spoke to Claire as he navigated the car.

"Ugh." Claire sighed, "So what do we do next?" ”

"Park the car back to its old location and go back to the safe house." Manfred replied, "I'll meet with Conrad tomorrow to discuss specific matters of action." If we can't sneak in, then we will choose Plan A and attack it directly, anyway, the city hall is a group of civilian officials, and there are not many guards at the door. ”

"Okay then." Claire nodded, "By the way, wouldn't our identity just now be a little more high-profile?" What if the French go to verify our identity? ”

"Then let them verify." Manfred laughed, "Do you think our identities were made up at random?" Haha, the identities of our operation this time are all genuine! ”

"Genuine?" Claire was surprised, "How is this possible, we are both nobles......"

"What's wrong with nobility? Under the iron hooves of the imperial army, it is precisely that group of nobles who can't wait to find a way to save their lives! "Not to mention your Northern Irish identity - the Führer told me privately that the Northern Irishmen had already contacted the Empire, and they said that they would be willing to be the pioneer of the Empire's attack on the British Isles as long as the Empire could guarantee that the 'Republic of Ireland' would appear on the world map in the future!" ”