"You're the last of the group, Captain Conig."

Verbay pulled out two rolls of dollars and four passports from his purse.

"Here's your passport and your fare, you take the train to Veracruz at 5:17, and the ticket is in your passport. I've made all the arrangements, and when you get to Veracruz, go to the Kraken Bar at 17 rue de Lasvandry to find Alphonse, the dockman, and he will arrange for you a passenger ship back to Europe. It's a pleasure to work with you, and I'm going to ask my superiors to award you a medal. ”

"It's been a pleasure to work with you."

A smile appeared on Conig's grim face, and he casually slipped the dollar into his pocket, then opened his passport and looked at it.

"Remember your new identity, you are employees of the Spanish mining company Ravenna, and you are visiting Mexico on vacation. Oh, don't you just click the money? ”

Welbe asked with a smile.

"Eight thousand dollars, like the others. That's enough money for us to enjoy all the way back to France. ”

Koenig put his passport in the inner pocket of his suit, then took the coffee in front of him and drank it down.

"Well, then, here we go, Major."

Conig lifted the luggage from his seat, stood up and nodded slightly to Welbay, then turned and walked briskly out of the coffee shop.

The three young men sitting at another table by the door hurriedly threw a handful of pesos on the table and followed out with their luggage.

"I like this guy very much, he is a very good soldier."

Verbay smiled at Lucia, who was holding her arm.

"I also like Captain Koenig, he's a very nice guy, and the muscular Captain Schneider has half his gentlemanly temperament."

Lucia playfully wrinkled her delicate nose and smiled.

"Not to mention the beast, he almost turned that villa into a slaughterhouse, and turning an otherwise artistic job into a low-level and brutal game is the only thing a man of his kind is good at."

Verbay continued to smile gracefully, giving a few clicks of electricity to the two Mexican girls who had just entered the door.

"Alright, it's our turn now. My lord, you promised me to take me to Berlin at the end of this mission. ”

Lucia whispered in Welbay's ear in an almost coquettish tone, her plump boobs still rubbing against the arms of the young German intelligence officer.

"Ah, now that the situation has changed, I can't go back for the time being."

Finding that his powerful current was only exchanged for two pairs of hygienic bulbs, Verbel said with a wry smile as he rolled his gaze back.

"However, I will never go back on what I promised you, my lovely Lucia. I'll take you with me wherever I go until I get back to Berlin. ”

Verbe gently stroked the long curly hair in Lucia's ear and said with a smile, the feeling coming from her arm was really good.

"Where are we going, then, my lordship? Something so big has happened, the whole city could be under martial law tonight, and we must get out of the city as soon as possible before we can react. ”

Lucia tightened her arms around Weber's arm, and smiled as bright as spring, and only Welbe could see the calmness and seriousness in her eyes.

"My dear Lucia, rest assured, I have everything ready long ago. Once I'm done with this cup of coffee, we'll head straight to the train station and take the four-and-a-half express train to Manzanillo. I've booked my tickets, and the day after tomorrow we'll be on a luxury cruise bound for San Francisco, have you ever been on a cruise before? Lucia. ”

"I sat there once when I was a kid, and I'll never forget that week of torment, where the air was so muddy and suffocating......"

"That's because you're in fourth class, and I'm booking a first-class ticket, and I'm sure this experience will change your mind about sea travel, Lucia."

Welbe said with a smile.

"I think I'm looking forward to it, sir."

Lucia smiled and turned her face to look out the window, and Verbey raised her eyebrows and picked up the coffee in front of her.

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While Major Verbay was sitting in Mexico City's top coffee shop sipping top Mexican coffee, the German Navy Alki. Captain Mannerheim was sitting on his cramped bed struggling with a half-kilogram canned military fruit.

"Erwin, when you get back to Hong Kong, you go and ask which idiot designed the can opener, and I'm going to throw this can in his face."

"You're going to kill that poor fellow, Captain."

Erwin. Admiral Fiessler replied with a smile as he leaned against the wall of the captain's compartment, holding a half-gnawed orange in his hand, the juice running down his fingers onto the sleeve of his uniform.

"I think you'd better give up, do you just want to eat peaches? Let's eat an orange, this doesn't require a can opener. ”

"No, I have to open this can today, I'm the captain, and I have to eat peaches if I want to. Damn, this thing is completely broken. Erwin, get me a bayonet! ”

"Huh? You're really ......."

Alwin looked at the captain with a smile on his face, saying that I was upset.

"Captain, I have translated the telegram from the headquarters."

The sudden appearance of the operator freed the co-captain from his predicament.

"Translated? Give it to me. ”

Mannerheim tossed the ravaged can of peaches onto the bed, and quickly took the telegram from the operator.

"Hmmm......"

Mannerheim carefully read it line by line, the level of secrecy of this telegram was the highest he had ever encountered, with three layers of encryption and two one-time passwords, which made even experienced operators confused, and the contents of it must be extraordinary.

"Erwin, we've won the jackpot, and the order for this operation comes directly from the High Command. I think we're going to have to make a plan......"

With that, Mannerheim shoved the telegram into Fiessler's arms, stood up and rushed to the command module.

Getting into the command cabin, Mannerheim rushed to the chart table with a lunge, swept aside the scattered small things on the chart table, wiped the transparent plastic waterproof membrane covering the chart, and then picked up the compass and slide rule and compared them on the chart.

"Elwin, give me that order."

Mannerheim reached out, took the telegram from Fiessler, who was standing beside him, looked at it, picked up a pencil and marked a dot on the transparent waterproof membrane, and then proceeded with a series of complex range calculations.

"There is no problem, as long as we do not encounter the British patrol fleet, we will definitely be able to reach the target area on time. Alright, Fiessler, now in your command, follow the course I have marked. Mannerheim gave the order to the co-captain.

"Yes, Captain."

Mannerheim said with a smile after glancing at the group of puzzled crews around him.

"Guys, we have work to do now. After completing this mission, we will return home. ”

Amid the cheers of his subordinates, Mannerheim climbed the tower along the ladder in the middle of the command module.

The weather was as gloomy as usual, but the wind was not too strong, and the waves were crashing hard against the bow deck of the submarine, and the splashes of water were just enough to spill on the parapet of the conning tower.

Leaning against the fence of the control tower, Mannerheim stared indifferently at the turquoise waters in front of him, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and lit a cigarette.

"Well, I'll have to find a bayonet anyway."

The German Navy submarine U56 sped forward to the southeast, leaving a snow-white trail on the dark green sea.