"Hi George, we're meeting again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Messerschmitt sat down on the other side of the table, "I heard that you have become the head of the Far Eastern Intelligence Station, and it is very gratifying. ”

"Friedrich Karl. Messerschmitt, I didn't expect to see you at Canton Bay. "George. Graham glared at his past colleague like an angry bull, as if he would rush up and beat him up in the next second. For the British spy, however, "stubble" was an apt adjective, and the bad thing was that the people he was trying to intimidate knew it all too well.

A guy who looked panicked a minute ago, looking around to find a way out for himself, suddenly became vicious, and anyone who wasn't an idiot could see that something was wrong. And Messerschmitt also knows his former colleagues well.

"Looks like I'm making you uncomfortable here, friend." "Since you are not feeling well," he said, "I can give you a suggestion to pack your bags at once and find a boat to take you back to London—and by the way, to my former colleagues." ”

"Friedrich, you always like to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and in the wrong way!" Graham roared under his breath. But everyone could see that he was no longer as nervous as he was just now, but had become very relaxed. Clearly, Messerschmitt's suggestion was good news for him.

Of course, it was good news, and Graham was glad he wasn't forced by a pistol to jump onto a wrecked ship that God knows where it was heading—he knew what a dangerous fellow the smiling old colleague in front of him was, and he gave the order and had to carry it out or face the consequences.

"I'll book my ticket this afternoon." He said, "Can you leave now...... Please? ”

"You let me go?" Messerschmitt pretended to be surprised, "You're really sad for me, friend. We haven't seen each other for seven years...... Eight years? ”

"Seven years and four months. Listen, Friedrich, I'm going to eat nothing while you're here. Since I agree to accept your request to get out of here as soon as possible, why don't you let me have a pleasant time with the rest of the day? ”

Messerschmitt glanced down at the dining table. "God, you eat French food in China?" He shook his head in disappointment, "George, I personally think that even if you don't eat anything, you don't have to feel sorry. ”

"Friedrich ......"

"Okay, I'll leave now." With that, Messerschmitt really stood up, walked out of the restaurant door and quickly disappeared into the crowd. It was only at this time that Graham was truly relieved, drew a cross on his chest, and took another long sip of wine to calm himself. Then he lowered his head and set about dealing with the main course of today's lunch, a lobster that looked delicious; In parting its red shell, the British spy quickly tossed his dangerous old colleague out of the clouds as if he had never appeared.

He didn't want to ruin his appetite, which he had so hard to recover.

However, Messerschmitt is not just a dangerous man, he is also difficult to deal with, and few people can get rid of him until he achieves his goal. Graham should have always remembered this, but he forgot, but soon remembered it again - Messerschmitt reminded the old colleague in his own way.

Just as the British spy raised his fork to put the first piece of lobster meat in his mouth, he felt the space across the table suddenly darken, and the unappetizing voice drifted into his ears again. "I'm sorry, George, I'm back again."

The lobster meat on the fork was still palpable, but as he had said, Graham couldn't eat it at all. He shook his head helplessly, tossed the fork back into the plate, and looked up at Messerschmitt. "Hell, what the hell are you trying to do, Friedrich."

Messerschmitt laughed. "Relax, friend, I just want to ask you a little bit of news."

"What's the news?"

"I know your mission. So I would like to know London's attitude and the measures it intends to take in the present situation, a war between the United States and Spain, which may break out at any time. ”

"You're working for Washington?" Graham asked rhetorically. At this moment, when Messerschmitt made his intentions known, he became calm, no longer nervous and afraid, no longer annoyed, as if he had stayed out of the situation - in fact, only because he knew his old colleagues well enough: when he was at work, Messerschmitt would become easy to get along with, neither angry nor casually attacking others, not as dangerous as usual.

"Looks like you remember what kind of person I am, George." Messerschmitt smiled, "But I must remind you that right now I'm not working. ”

"Your joke isn't funny at all, Friedrich." Graham said.

"It's not a joke, old friend." Messerschmitt spread his hands, "You should know that there is no intelligence agency in Washington. ”

"And Berlin? Paris? St. Petersburg? Vienna? Rome? The British spy said a string of names, thought for a moment, and added in surprise: "Are you working for Tokyo?" Or Beijing? ”

"I don't work for any country."

"I don't believe it, Friedrich." Graham was sure, "We all know that unless you're working for one country's intelligence agency, you're never going to inquire into another country's secrets -- because you're going to find it boring and you're just wasting time and energy." ”

"If I were working for an intelligence agency, I would choose to infiltrate the British embassy and steal intelligence instead of wasting time and energy on you." Messerschmitt replied.

"Maybe. But what I'm saying is also true. ”

"There's no doubt that's true, but sometimes, I'm going to change that a little bit."

Graham's eyebrows lifted slightly: his old colleague had always been a troublemaker, difficult to deal with, but now he was more difficult than ever, and there was no logic in his request. Of course, Graham didn't intend to leak any information - even if he had to hide in the governor's office immediately.

Divulging state secrets is a much more serious offense than leaving one's post without permission. The heads of the Secret Service can forgive him for being scared back to London by dangerous former colleagues, and at most send him to some corner of Africa to be the company of the natives, but if state secrets are leaked, some fellows must be happy to find him a place in prison.

"I also want my pension, Friedrich." He said, while picking up the fork on his plate and putting the piece of lobster meat in his mouth. "It tastes good."

"Old friend, what do you think I should do, beat you up or put a thousand pounds on the table?" Messerschmitt put away his smile, but his tone remained gentle, as if he was just asking for an opinion.

"I thought you'd pull out a pistol ......," Graham had intended to take the opportunity to taunt his old colleague who had made him uncomfortable. But as soon as he heard this, Messerschmitt immediately lifted his coat - two pistols! The British spy had to swallow the unfinished half back into his stomach and replace it with a new one. "You can't scare me."

"I'm not going to intimidate you." Messerschmitt shrugged, "It's your own request." ”

"So...... I withdraw my request. ”

"Oh, that can't be, old friend." He refused, "You can't always make me do this and that." Of course, if you're willing to tell me something I'd like to know, I can consider fulfilling your second request. ”

"That can't be." Graham wasted no time in thinking about it. The impossible can never become a reality, it was impossible in the past, it is impossible now, and it will be ...... in the future.

"Well, let's exchange information." Messerschmitt suddenly made a suggestion that he had not expected at all.

"Exchanging information?" What does he mean?

"Tell me what I want to know, and I'll tell you some of the information you want to know -- based on the value of the information you tell me."

But Graham didn't seem to hear that last word. "What can you tell me?"

"Except for the time to declare war." Messerschmitt replied.

The British spy narrowed his eyes. This simple answer unmistakably conveyed the message that Washington had decided to declare war on Spain. But with the Spaniards themselves, all of Europe was debating whether the United States would start a war. Many people were deluded by the hard-line ultimatum received in Madrid, believing that if the Spanish government accepted the terms of the United States, signed an armistice agreement with the Cuban rebels by 5 October, and abolished the order of the concentration camps, the war would never break out.

These people, Graham thinks are either stupid or have other intentions, or they are disguised as an ostrich, turning a blind eye to the frenzy that has erupted in the United States, and spending their days promoting their own peaceful views, spreading smoke and causing trouble. Unlike them, however, he had long seen that war was inevitable and had warned London......

"You need some proof, don't you?"

"How much can you give me?"

"It just depends on how much valuable information you can give me."

"Let me think about it." Graham admits that Messerschmitt's suggestion makes him a little tempted, but at the same time, he worries about the possible consequences of leaking secrets. Of course, Messerschmitt was a man he could trust, and he could do what he promised – one of his few virtues. After thinking about it for a while, Graham decided to take advantage of this. "You have to promise that you won't leak the information I told you to any intelligence agencies."

"I can guarantee it, old friend." Messerschmitt assured with a serious look on his face, "Not a word from our conversation will reach the ears of government agencies." ”

There is no doubt that it must be - and Washington has not paid him a salary.

"Thank you." Graham breathed a sigh of relief, but then emphasized: "But I don't know much. ”

"You know what." That's the point.

The British spy stared at his cup for a moment, then looked up. "London decided to strengthen its military presence in Singapore and was preparing to form an alliance with the Japanese Empire in response to Washington's rapid expansion in the Far East."

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the Spanish troubles?" Messerschmitt shrugged again.

"Of course." Graham gestured to the waiter to pour wine into the glass, and then explained: "If the United States defeats Spain and becomes the new master of the Philippines, London will immediately form an alliance with Tokyo." You know. Politicians have been trying to co-opt the Japanese against the Russians, and now that the Americans are involved, the prime minister's only option in the face of a worsening situation is to act decisively. ”

"In that case, the terms of the alliance should be favorable to the Japanese."

"The prime minister has no choice."

"Sounds bad news." Messerschmitt's eyebrows furrowed, but only in disguise. For Washington, Britain's alliance with Japan was bad news, but not necessarily in the eyes of his bosses – especially Qin Lang: Messerschmitt wondered if he had anticipated the situation.

He was looking forward to hearing Qin Lang's conclusions and even plans, but first, he had to prepare a small gift.

"However, it also means that ......," he deliberately guessed, "London will not prevent the United States from declaring war on Spain." ”

"Yes." Graham seems to have made up his mind, and now that he has spoken, he will tell all the secrets he knows, and try to get some good news, "The Boers of the Transvaal have been causing us trouble, and Sir Milner hopes that His Majesty the Queen and the Prime Minister will send troops to South Africa to solve the problems. So London didn't care much about the troubles of the Spaniards. ”

"So?"

"According to what I have learned, if the United States declares war on Spain, London will at most send a note to Washington expressing strong protest." The British spy shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and picked up his cup, "Friedrich, since I've told you two secrets, to be fair, you should at least tell me one message." ”

"Of course, old friend." Messerschmitt laughed again. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )