November 29, 1943. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Tehran, Grand Bazaar.

A sedan drove south of the city, and Almazov, the old wolf, and the Iranian agent Mustafa were driving in the car.

Mustafa is an Iranian agent, because he has worked with the British, this time with agents from several countries to defend the summit. This time, the three of them went to a business in the south of the city to track down German spies. German spies mixed bombs in nuts and sent them to the British Embassy. The arrested spy confessed that the nut supplier was actually a German and the head of the spy network.

Iran sells nuts, that has a history. In the Iranian market, there are a large number of various nuts for sale, almonds, stanni almonds, walnut kernels, pistachios, cashew nuts, peanuts, melon seeds, and many more. The vendor packed each nut in a bag and piled it up in a nice shape, bulging high in the middle.

Apple preserves, dried figs, and dates, although not nuts, are traditional foods that are usually sold with dried fruits.

The three of them soon arrived in the southern city. Stopped not far from the Grand Bazaar. Mustafa led the two into a restaurant, where they were waiting for an informant. The old wolf knew what they were going to do, he didn't understand what they were saying, and he didn't care what they said, he just went with them. Almazov knew Persian like a fish in water.

After sitting down, Almazov ordered an Iranian meal, and he knew that the old wolf leaf was hungry, so he ordered one for him. He wanted to drink, so he ordered a drink. Mustafa said, "No, you can't drink. ”

Almazov: "Why? He thought that Mustafa felt that he could not drink alcohol while on a mission.

Mustafa said: "This is my faith. ”

The old wolf understood, Mustafa does not drink. Before leaving, the instructor specifically said that in Egypt and Iran, it is okay to drink alcohol in secular society. However, they have some conservative groups, some kinds of groups, that are resolutely forbidden to alcohol. On some occasions alcohol is forbidden, women are required to mask their faces, and some people do not drink alcohol.

Mustafa is clearly conservative.

Almazov compromised and asked for a few bottles of non-alcoholic beer, which had the nutrition of beer and tasted good, but it was non-alcoholic. The rice came up, it was meat and lamb rice, plus roasted tomatoes.

Tomatoes can also be roasted and eaten. It's nonsense. In our northeast, tomatoes are made into soup, fried, eaten raw, and tomatoes mixed with sugar, just not roasted. This without chopsticks, how to eat, how to eat.

No matter what he thought in his heart, the old wolf ate quickly, a bottle of beer, and drank it dry in one gulp. It was rare for him to sit down and have a good meal, and he was really tired from the past two days.

Before he could finish eating, a local man came and said a few words to Mustafa, who stood up, took out a few banknotes, threw them away, and left.

The four of them quickly left the restaurant and ran straight to the Grand Bazaar.

The Grand Bazaar is large, and the oncoming buildings are beautiful, Iranian-style buildings, with onion-shaped spires above the second floor, and blue tiles on the walls surface. The old wolf glanced left and right, remembering the path in and out.

When he entered the Grand Bazaar, the old wolf felt a little bottomless: the inside of this bazaar was different from the outside, and from the inside, there was a passage in the middle of this Grand Bazaar, as if it was a street that was not wide, connected by a dome overhead, and there was a small skylight in the middle, which seemed to be covered with glass. On both sides of the passage are households of merchants, and a large number of customers walk through it, buying things.

The passage is zigzag and has many exits. There is a little open space in the aisle, and there are people who set up stalls everywhere to do business. Some people even use small carts to push a cart of potatoes and sell them in the middle of the road, shouting loudly.

It's very difficult to catch people here.

No wonder the instructor said that the Grand Bazaar is easy to get lost, saying that the passage here is twenty miles long and the terrain is complicated, and it is true.

After walking a short distance, we reached the junction of the grocery area and the nut food section, and the guide glanced at it and left. Mustafa pretended to be buying souvenirs, and his eyes looked out of his eyes at a large shop. Almazov also pretended to be shopping, and the old wolf reacted quickly, and when he saw a vendor selling several rows of stamps in a wooden box, he squatted down and pretended to look at the stamps.

The hawker was very happy to see the customer come to the door, and greeted him politely. The old wolf had some dealings with the instructor, knew a little about stamps, and knew that old wine stamps could be collected, so he looked at it randomly, but his eyes kept looking at the nut shop.

The peddler said, "Buy this?" This one? And this? "I handed the old wolf a handful of stamps. He also saw that the old wolf was not a native, thinking that he was a Soviet Tatar, spoke a few words in Russian, and took out a banknote, which means that this large number of stamps will be sold for ten riyals.

The old wolf shook his head, and then shook his head, and looked at the nut shop: there were three people in the shop, two guys, and one owner, all of whom were very shrewd.

The peddler thought he was bargaining, so he grabbed a few more broken stamps and added them, and said, "Add so many, ten riyals." "Good stamps are sealed in glass, and broken stamps are stacked like rotten paper.

The guy who ordered the nut swept his eyes over, looking very alert.

The old wolf hurriedly took out a banknote and handed it to the stamp dealer. Hawker: "Five riyals? All right. I'm going to suffer a big loss. Sold to you. Saying this, he took the banknotes, put a large handful of torn stamps into a large envelope, and handed it to the old wolf.

The old wolf took the envelope, and without looking at it, he put it in his pocket, but did not take it out, and grabbed the pistol in his pocket.

At this moment, the nut shop guy suddenly stood up, a pistol in his hand, and shot at Mustafa. He found out that Mustafa and the other three men had come to arrest him.

Mustafa, Almazov, and the old wolf shot at the same time and dodged at the same time. The old wolf was quick, and when he fell to the ground, his hand had already taken out the gun from his pocket, aimed it at the fellow, and fired it, and the bullet hit the fellow's arm. The nut shop guy had a soft hand, and the pistol fell to the ground.

Mustafa also fired a shot that hit the nut shop guy in the head. Almazov fired a shot indiscriminately, the bullet hit the nut pocket, and the nut flew.

The shootout began.

Two German spies in the nut shop took their guns and shot them out one after another. The three men hid behind small stalls and garbage cans, unable to show their faces.

The stamp vendor also crouched down, and the glass of the stamp stand shattered with the thud and thump of a stray bullet.

Almazov was so powerful that he shot from the side of the trash can, took advantage of the other party's hesitation to stand up and fired continuously. Old Wolf and Mustafa also stood up. At this point, the two spies had already run far away.

The three men shot while pursuing. Bullets flew across the Grand Bazaar, and customers screamed and ran wildly. In the midst of the chaos, the two spies had already run away. Mustafa was in a hurry, shouted a few times in Iranian and fired several shots upward. With a bang, a piece of stained glass in the dome shattered.

The chaotic customers understood him and lay down together.

The old wolf, leaning against the wall, took the opportunity to shoot, and a man came down from behind a pillar, this is the second nut shop guy.

Almazov walked out in a few steps and fired a few shots. The old wolf followed, and it turned out that the nut shop owner had just passed through an exit and was running out.

Almazov had a quick hand and shot the shopkeeper in the leg. The shopkeeper pounced.

All three spies of the nut shop were taken down. Reinforcements came in a car and caught the three spies in the car. All three were injured, and two clerks were dying.

Almazov immediately interrogated, the nut shop owner showed that he did not speak, and later, Almazov took a little action, and the nut shop owner's wound was stirred several times by his dagger, and blood and minced flesh flowed out.

The owner of the nut shop was in pain and shouted a few words in his mouth, obviously recruiting.

If the old wolf could understand German, he would hear two words: Armenian cemetery, qanats. These two words, the instructor once said.

When the old wolf returned to the garrison and reported the battle to Xiaolu, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. Xiaolu knew about the Armenian cemetery and the qanats and smiled.

Sure enough, what the information says is reliable. The real purpose of the Germans was to invade the embassy and carry out the assassination from the karez of the Armenian cemetery.

The old wolf finished the report and said, "Instructor, discuss one thing." ”

Xiaolu said: "What's the matter?" ”

Old wolf: "When I was on a mission, I bought something in disguise and bought a bunch of stamps. I can assure you, they're all good stamps. ”

Xiaolu: "What do you mean?" ”

Old wolf: "I don't collect stamps, even if I buy them for you, okay?" ”

Xiaolu: "What do you mean, I paid to sell me the stamps?" ”

Old wolf: "No, it's not good to say that it sells too much." I'll buy it for you. ”

Xiaolu: "Okay. How much? ”

Old wolf: "Not much, five pieces." ”

Xiaolu: "Five riyals, I can buy several good stamps." What stamps are you buying? ”

Old wolf: "I picked out the stamps and bought them, a lot of them." I don't know how many. ”

Xiaolu: "Got it. It's mine. He took out a five-riyar note and said, "Don't regret it if there are valuable stamps in it." ”

The old wolf smiled, took the money, and said, "Even if there are stamps worth tens of millions, I don't regret it." "He wants to keep the subsidy money and buy some souvenirs to go back.

Xiao Lu took the dirty envelope, poured out the stamp, looked at it, and said, "Alas, man, these broken stamps are too small to wipe their butts." Five dollars, blind in vain. Hey, what is it? This is an old Chinese stamp. Rich, rich. ”

The old wolf said: "I don't believe it, such a broken stamp will have valuable goods!" ”

Qiao Guanhua next to him looked at it and said seriously: "Show me." This is one of the first stamps issued by the Republic of China. Mr. Lu, you have made a fortune. ”

The old wolf said, "Really? Really? Intellectuals, don't fool me. ”

Although this Chinese stamp is not a valuable item, it has been worth five riyals for some years.

Xiao Lu reported the latest information of the old wolf to Zhou Gong, and decided to take action himself, first go to the Armenian cemetery to investigate, and then make a trap to lure the German spy to take the bait and annihilate it.

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1. Several Iranian foods are true in this chapter. The Tehran Grand Bazaar was one of the famous Grand Bazaars in Iran. In recent years, many Chinese have traveled to Iran, and many have been to the Grand Bazaar.

2. Ten or twenty years ago, there were not so many Chinese in Iran, and most of the Chinese who went were tracked by the Iranian authorities. Telephones at the Iranian compound were also tapped. Half of you are not a sensitive person after more than a month of tracking, and the official will lift the surveillance on you.