The two servants brought a large copper basin and a bucket of water, and Julian, after thanking his master again, took off his blood-stained turban and robe, and squatted down in a corner of the courtyard and began to wash.

At this time, on the second floor of the luxurious house on the side, a pair of sharp eyes were observing the French in the courtyard through the carved windows in the Arabic style.

"You're right, although he is a layman, he has a lot of potential." The observer turned around and lit the pipe in his hand.

"Lieutenant Colonel, do you think he will believe Nabhani's story?" A man stood aside and asked respectfully, looking at the clothes on his body, it was the man in the robe in the two-person group on the top of the building before.

"Would you easily believe a stranger's words if you were to say it?" The man, known as Lieutenant Colonel, sat down in a chair by the window and picked up two envelopes on a small table beside him.

"This is your allowance for this mission, I have arranged the vehicle, and you will leave here this afternoon. and so on. From the base in Nice, there will be a special plane to take you back to Europe. ”

"Thank you very much, sir, and I'm sorry that this operation was not a complete one." The robed man took the two bulging envelopes with both hands and nodded his head in thanks to his superiors.

"No, you've done good enough. Captain Hasbach, you have done a very good job, I will point this out in the report, and you will all be commended by the headquarters when the results are confirmed by your superiors. The lieutenant colonel smacked his pipe twice and said to the robed man with a smile.

"And you, Second Lieutenant Cram, I'm very impressed with your marksmanship." The lieutenant colonel lit the sniper sitting in the corner of the room with his pipe.

Now the sharpshooter was slowly munching on a kebab burrito, with a glass of cold light beer in his hand, and when he heard the commander-in-chief's praise for him, he quickly stood up and nodded to the commander in thanks.

"Your mission has been accomplished, it's a pleasure to work with you, and I really want to transfer you to my department. Okay, okay, don't be nervous, just kidding, I know that a talent with potential like you will never let go easily. The lieutenant colonel was in a good mood at this time, and even joked with the two young officers.

"Sir, I know I shouldn't ask that, but I really want to know what the purpose of this operation is, what important documents this man is carrying, and what kind of dark threads we need to mobilize for this, knowing that if we are accidentally exposed to the eyes of the enemy, our losses will be difficult to measure in numbers." Captain Hasbach finally mustered up the courage at this moment and asked his superiors the question that had been pestering him for more than half a month.

"Captain, you also know that this is top secret, not something that an officer of your rank is allowed to know. You have already violated discipline when you ask this question, and I can put that in the report, and I am sure you know how severe the punishment awaits you. Now I'll act like I've never heard it, and don't talk about it again. The lieutenant colonel immediately sank his face, stood up and said to the captain solemnly.

"Yes, sir, thank you, sir." Hasbach stood tall and whispered thanks to his superiors.

The lieutenant colonel nodded slightly, then turned around and walked to the window and looked into the courtyard. By this time Julian had completely relaxed, and he was devouring a delicious lunch under the service of two maids.

"Captain, when you were training at the Eye of Odin headquarters, did you hear of [Great Cosmos]?" The lieutenant colonel turned his face to Hasbach and asked.

"No, never heard of it, sir." The captain thought for a moment, then shook his head firmly.

"It was an operational planning team made up of some of Germany's best intelligence and industry experts, and I was a member. Rest assured, revealing this to you is not a violation, because I believe that sooner or later you will be absorbed into this group as well, and you have the talent and potential for this. Second Lieutenant Crumb, it doesn't matter if you hear it, anyway, if you say it, few people will believe it. The lieutenant colonel curled the corners of his mouth and waved his hand at Crumb, who wanted to avoid suspicion.

"This operation was planned and directed by [Cosmos] behind the scenes, and this group was only responsible to the Führer alone, and only obeyed the orders of the Führer alone." The lieutenant colonel looked up and looked at an oil painting on the wall, as if caught in a memory.

"You can't imagine how powerful the Eye of Odin really is, the strength that has been exposed now is only the tip of the iceberg, so Captain, I hope you will not make the same mistake as today in the future, I don't want to see a good talent die because of his recklessness. You are the backbone of the future of the Reich, and one day you will take over from us old fellows and take the helm of the shield and sword that will protect the security of the German Reich. So I hope you keep that in mind and don't make me regret my decision today. The lieutenant colonel admonished the captain with all seriousness, like admonishing his own juniors.

"Yes, sir, I swear to the great Patriarch that I will not disappoint you with all my might, sir." The captain's face was full of gratitude and shame, and he stood up and saluted the old man in front of him.

"Me too, sir." The sniper also stood in place and saluted.

"This is news from a Libyan intelligence station, and they have made contact with the Thirteenth." Bruce. Ian handed the message to Kirsten.

"What does the British side say?" Kirsten frowned, stood up with the telegram and walked to the desk beside him.

Odin's Eye Communications Division has an independent communication system for the department, and maintains communication with spy networks around the world on a daily basis, and the information collected from all over the world is continuously concentrated here through the radio waves, and then sent to the hands of each specific department group after screening and identification.

Interestingly, when the Naval Maritime Operations Command in the same building was busy, it would use the Eye of Odin long-range radio to directly convey the orders of the Naval Command to the German submarines under the Submarine Command who were like happy huskies running around the Atlantic.

"The British haven't gotten the relevant report yet, and their intelligence has been delayed." A communications staff officer reported.

"They're looking into the cause, and it looks like it was just an accident." Another staff officer added.

"Zuwara has activated the backup plan and has stabilized the Thirteenth, but he has not gained the complete trust of the other party." Ian walked over to the nearby drinks table and opened a bottle of Coca-Cola.

"We don't need to gain his trust, he's just a poison bait thrown out. Are the documents still on him? Kirsten put down the telegram and picked up the coffee that had cooled on the table.

"Aini, get me another hot one." The colonel summoned his lieutenant.

"Okay, Colonel, what else do you need?" The pretty female adjutant asked softly.

"Please find me the report that came from Bucharest yesterday, the one I have marked." Kirsten commanded with a smile.

"Yes, wait a minute, Colonel." The adjutant bowed down to receive the order.

"At the moment, it seems that the documents are still with him, and it is fortunate that our intelligence officer was present at the time, otherwise it would have almost fallen into the hands of the Italians." The staff officer reported.

"Let the Libyan station write a detailed report, and besides, find a way to find out if it was really an accident. Inform the French intelligence that we need to put some fake information out from their channels to confuse the judgment of the Italians. Kirsten ordered.

"It's confirmed, Colonel, that Number Nine has completed his mission, and the package has been delivered safely to the other side." A staff officer put down the phone and reported loudly to Kirsten.

"Number nine? Where did he end up? Kirsten stood up and walked over to the map on the wall.

"Stolbuzzi." The staff officer reported.

"In this way, there are already seven people who have succeeded, if you add the thirteenth." Ian walked over to Kirsten with a bottle of Coca-Cola.

"So you have to keep an eye on Number Three, he has more problems than several other knights, our people are too deeply involved, if you are not careful, you are likely to be found by the other party, I don't want to cause the other party's suspicion and vigilance because of this unintentional mistake, and ultimately affect the success of the whole plan. If the situation shows signs of getting out of control, we can deal with the 13th and all the hidden dangers together, erase all traces of our involvement, and I am sure that the commander of the Libyan station knows what to do. Kirsten picked up a pen from the table and swirled it around her fingertips, a habit of calming her mind.

"Lieutenant Colonel Obius? Indeed, he is a legend in my mind. Ian nodded slightly in agreement.

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