Verbet hurried into the door of the hotel with a leather briefcase in his hand, and he did not forget to take a one-dollar coin from his suit pocket and throw it to the doorman, and the little boy in the flat hat bowed happily to the generous gentleman.

"I'm sorry for being late, but the parade blocked the Brooklyn Bridge, and I came around Williamsburg." Welbay was led by the waiter to the reserved box, and the German agent explained the situation to the man who had been waiting at the table for a long time.

"It's okay, Mr. Spear, I've just arrived, and you're going to Minato?" The man enthusiastically stood up and shook hands with Welbay, and then elegantly invited the other party to take a seat, it can be seen that this person has an aristocratic education, but he does not have the alienation of the local American giants, and his gentle attitude makes people feel like a spring breeze.

"There are some things that need to be dealt with urgently, but they have been resolved now. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Davenport. Verbay put the briefcase at his feet, then pulled a cigarette case out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

"I ordered grilled fish, puff pastry pork pie, and oxtail soup for something, Mr. Spear." Davenport handed the menu back to the waiter.

"Feel free, I don't have any special requests."

"Then a bottle of Bordeaux that is three or two years old." Davenport commanded.

"Yes, sir, please wait." The waiter bowed respectfully to the two guests, turned around and walked out of the box quickly.

"Rest assured, it's safe and it's all our people nearby." Davenport smiled at Welbay. "First of all, as the liaison representative of the Committee, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you for your assistance this time."

"It's just a deal, everyone gets what they want, so there's no need to be polite." Verbe took a sip of the lemonade on the table.

"Some of our friends have done some research on your background and found nothing, which is completely illogical, but it is the truth, you are like ghosts hiding in the shadows, and suddenly you appear in the world, which cannot but make some members of the committee worry about you." Davenport opened the silver cigarette case and handed it to Welbay.

"It doesn't matter who we are." Welbay pulled out a Fültwood brand cigarette with a gold filter from the case.

"Suffice it to say, what matters is the power you show, and it is clear that it is out of our control, and you should know that this is a dangerous thing to do." Davenport picked up the lighter he had at hand and lit a cigarette.

"Actually, you don't need to do any investigation at all, you can guess with a little extrapolation that the background of your organization is nothing more than Germany, Britain and other European powers, and even France or Italy, which may be your backstage, and if the committee is willing to invest time and money, it is not very difficult to figure this out."

"We've done it so explicitly, and it's not surprising that people are allowed to make such conjectures."

"I'm glad you'll admit that, and in fact there has been a lot of controversy in the committee about how to deal with your relationship. Theoretically, we don't want to see your kind of organization exist on the American continent, but it is clear that it is an impossible task to deport you, unless we order the expulsion of all immigrants who have entered the United States within fifty years, and some of our members speculate that you may have been in the United States for longer. ”

"I guess they think we have the European Illuminati behind us?"

"It's possible, after all, the two continents have been split for too long."

"All I can say is no comment on this subject, but one thing I can assure you is that we have the utmost goodwill towards the United States."

"That's why we didn't take a strong line, your every move is actually under the monitoring of the committee, and if you do anything hurtful to the United States, you will immediately taste the wrath of the committee, which is honestly not comfortable." Davenport still had an elegant smile on his face, but his eyes were as cold as an ice dagger.

"A bluff guy, but he's a good actor." Verbe secretly despised the opponent in front of him, and scoffed at the man's threat.

The First Committee of the United States does gather a large number of plutocrats and elites, but the power is far from being able to control the country. Two months ago, they didn't even have a well-formed organization, and the group was so loose that the upper echelons of the committee couldn't even know how many members they had, and it seemed to Verbe to be almost a rabble, and it was no wonder that Roosevelt had been so easily toyed with applause.

However, the current situation is different from two months ago, and the First Committee of the United States has formed a unified organizational structure, elected its own leaders at all levels, established a high-level management committee, and truly become a real political group with huge influence. In the Roosevelt scandal, they benefited the most, and as a benchmark for isolationism, the First Committee of the United States was pushed to the forefront.

A large number of members of Congress and state legislators have begun to extend olive branches to this organization, and many have even directly expressed their willingness to become members of the committee, especially in several states in the northeast, which are now completely under the control of the committee, and their strength is multiplying at a geometric rate.

However, Verbe was not worried about the threat that this group would pose to the Eye of Odin, they did not even know their own background now, Davenport's words were just a bluff, and it was clear that these greedy guys wanted a piece of the pie in the subsequent distribution of benefits.

Of course, they were all staunch patriots, no one could deny this, and their net worth and destiny had long been closely linked to the United States, and they were more concerned about the security of this country than any ordinary citizen.

"Actually, you don't need to be so nervous, our goal has been achieved, Mr. Davenport, you can relax the old men of the committee. Our interests are not in this land, so there is no contradiction between each other, and there is no possibility of conflict. On the contrary, we have abundant opportunities for cooperation for a long time to come, and I am sure you will see this soon. As a sign of good faith, I currently have an intention to cooperate, which you can bring back and submit to the Committee for consideration. Verbe replied with a smile as well.

"I will convey your words to my superiors, and I beg your pardon for the rudeness of my previous remarks, I am only a liaison representative, and I am simply conveying to you the opinion of the Committee, Mr. Spear." Davenport was pleased with Welbay's reply, and felt that his goal had been achieved, so he regained that spring-like attitude.

"It's okay, Mr. Davenport, you and I are the same, we have to follow the instructions from above, and sometimes we don't have to say or do something against our will, that's understandable."

"Glad to have your understanding, Mr. Spear. Now let's get down to business, we're now sniping at DuPont in an all-out way, and Morgan has made it clear that he's going to be on our side. ”

"Something needs to be done about us."

"No, we are absolutely sure of this, and what we want to know is whether you really have the ability to influence the German government, and that Führer is not an easy person to fool. Believe me, Rockefeller paid a lot of price for the recklessness of his subordinates in England and France, and barely managed to redeem their impression in the Führer's mind. Davenport frowned.

"We have a very reliable relationship, and you don't have to worry about that. Of course, the previous transaction is still counted, we are very credit-oriented, on the contrary, what you promised us before, why has there been no news so far. ”

"We are consolidating the equity of General Motors, you know that Morgan occupies more than half, and there are still some technical problems that need to be solved for the time being, and it will not be delayed for too long, after all, every day the plan is delayed, and the money in everyone's pocket is lost."

"We're not interested in these companies and stocks, we just care about who has the power, whether it's a friend or foe, it's as simple as that."

"Your answer will delight the commissioners."

"Well, there's another deal here, where one of our clients wants to buy a project for North American Airlines, including the finished design, all the patents, and the rights to produce it abroad. I think it's more convenient for you to come forward. Verbay pulled a document out of his briefcase and handed it to Davenport.

“NA-73？”

"It's a fighter designed for the Royal Air Force, and at the moment the British have canceled all previous orders, and North American companies are already in trouble because of it, and their warehouses are now full of semi-finished products of this aircraft." Verbe snuffed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"Actually, you can go and sign an agreement with the North American company yourself, and I'm sure they'll be happy to have someone take over the project." Davenport was a little puzzled.

"We can do that, the problem is that the Army Air Corps also has an agreement with them and has already given this aircraft an Army Air designation XP-51."

"This is troublesome, the army can't get around, it needs the approval of the Congress, and the transfer of this new type of equipment and technology needs to go through a series of cumbersome approval procedures, is this aircraft very good?" Davenport asked, frowning.

"To be honest, the performance is not as good as the first-class fighter in Europe, but the British government is eager to make up the numbers."

"Well, I'll make a suggestion to the committee that a performance evaluation be arranged for the Army, and if it's really inferior to Europe's mainstream fighters, the parliamentarians will be much easier to say." Davenport replied.

"Thank you very much, I hope to reach this deal as soon as possible, the customer is urging very tightly."

"Please forgive me for taking the liberty of asking, I wonder if you can reveal to me the true identity of your customer."

"There is nothing to be ashamed of, it is a small German aviation company that has received a considerable order from the French Air Force, but there is no product in hand, so they have taken a fancy to this aircraft and want to take it back and transform it and put it into production."

"Why don't they talk to us directly."

"This involves the confidentiality of the organization, and I'm sorry I can't answer this question." Verbe shrugged.

Davenport looked understanding, it was clear that it was an internal deal between European arms brokers, and he had lost interest in continuing to delve into it.

The chefs at this restaurant are so skilled that Verbet couldn't help but be amazed after tasting it, and it was the best meal he had ever had since arriving in New York. The meeting was very satisfying for both sides, and after exchanging mutual opinions, a consensus was reached on cooperation.

Although Davenport claimed to be just a messenger, Verbay had already figured out the details of the other party, this gentleman was a very influential member of the committee, and as long as he agreed with something, there was basically no possibility of repeating.

"It's unimaginable, we don't even know the name of your organization until now." When they were about to break up, Davenport sighed.

Of course, he just said casually, he didn't expect Verbe to give him a definite answer, what he didn't expect was that Verbe suddenly stopped at the door of the box, he turned around and took out a shiny gold coin from his pocket, and then with a deft flick of his thumb, the gold coin rolled in the air and flew towards Davenport.

"What is this?" Grabbing the gold coin, Davenport asked.

"A memento, Mr. Davenport, just a memento."

"What's the pattern on this?" The American curiously stroked the relief on the gold coin.

"Hydra, the legendary hydra, cut off one head and grow two."

Verbay made a neck gesture between his fingers and a strange smile on his lips.

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