"The Gestapo?" Second Lieutenant Zhong Qiangong looked at his commander and didn't quite understand what the Gestapo was.

"It's the German secret police." Li Kongrong explained. "Anyway, we have to be very careful not to get dragged into it ourselves."

"Then let's ......" Li Kongrong said that he wanted to meet that foreign spy, and now Li Kongrong said to be careful, Zhong Qiangong was a little confused. He still didn't know why the chief wanted to contact that person, but the chief was the chief after all, and since the chief didn't say it, it was naturally difficult for him as a subordinate to ask. Moreover, he found that the interim governor had other sources of information - many times information that was not gathered from him was added to the known confirmation information by the chief.

"Don't go to the rooftops anymore, it's our job from now on to keep an eye on this Englishman, and then find a way to reach him when it's safe to do so, and finally take him out of Kiel." Li Kongrong didn't know what his subordinates were thinking, and only said what he thought.

For a long time, he had been thinking about selling intelligence for profit. There are two main methods, one of which is to sell Japanese military intelligence to Chang Kaishen through Jiang Weiguo, who studied in Berlin, and he has already arranged the content and transmission order of the information, which will definitely arouse Chang Kaishen's attention and trust, but the biggest problem with this method is how to collect money.

It's very difficult to bring it to Germany and bring it out again. Whether it is foreign exchange or the mark, the German government strictly regulates it, of course, it does not mean that there is no way. Chen Shunqing's Sailor's House is a road -- because Chinese sailors want to go to sea, they can go to foreign ports, and their foreign exchange and marks must not be controlled, which is actually smuggling out of the country with a 'huge amount' of cash. But after all, it's money, what if any sailor sees the money and has bad intentions and runs away with the money?

With the exception of the Sailor's House, another way is to remit the money not to Germany, but to a bank account in Shanghai, Hong Kong, or Switzerland. But this is also problematic. The first is to open an account with whose documents and whose name. He remembered that one of the reasons Yan Xishan built the narrow-gauge railway was because a sum of money was deposited in the Bank of France, but the original account holder had died. The Bank of France does not recognize other withdrawals, although it knows that the money is Yan Xishan's. After many negotiations, the bank reluctantly agreed to use these deposits to buy second-hand railroad tracks in France, so that the money was 'withdrawn'.

The second is that he is worried that Chang Kaishen will order a covert investigation. Once the account is found on his head, there is a chance that he will be recruited into the chamber, and of course, it is also possible that he will be placed under house arrest in some secret place. If the Anti-Japanese War really happened, he would rather die on the ocean than be placed under house arrest in Chongqing by Chang Kaishen. If the money is not remitted to Germany, whose name is used to open the account, where to open the bank account, and how to check the account balance, is a question worth pondering.

Chang Kaishen's question of how to collect money. As for Britain and the United States, it was a question of negotiation - he had read the American journalist William Scheiler's "The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich: A History of Nazi Germany", translated more than a dozen articles on the weapons of the Third Reich, and was often involved in the military arena, so it can be said that he was more familiar with the various situations of the Nazis than the British and the United States. With the camp to which he belongs and the general situation of the world, especially his preparation to fight against Japan by the US imperialists after Pearl Harbor, he will definitely stand on the side of Britain and the United States rather than the Nazis.

Maybe you can go directly to England and recommend yourself, after all, the British care most about German intelligence, but why should the British trust themselves? Now a British spy suddenly appeared, and if this person was really saved, then the British people's trust in themselves was incomparable to that of Mao Sui who went to England to recommend himself......

Zhong Qiangong, who felt extremely hungry after performing the task, was gobbling up a steak, but the coffee in Li Kongrong's cup was drinking slowly little by little, he was not hungry at all, and his mind was full of money-making plans. After thinking about the existing problems, he began to struggle with the issue of intelligence offering. Chang Kaishen said that after all, it was the Anti-Japanese War, but how much should the British ask for? A thousand pounds? Ten thousand pounds? 100,000 pounds?

*

Lee Kongrong in Kiel's little café was thinking about piles of pounds. On the fourth floor of Christine's Hotel, Dr. Carl Crook was examining his back in the mirror when a Chinese laundryman had hit him so hard an hour earlier that they both fell to the ground. He didn't know that the laundryman with the pile of sheets was actually intentional, he only cared if he was injured this time - for an old man in his fifties, a collision of this magnitude could easily break bones.

"Damn it!" The doctor deliberately moved his back, and although it hurt, he didn't feel too bad. He moved around a few more times, feeling that he had judged correctly, before putting on his clothes, then took out a special telescope from the compartment of his trunk and began to look at the anti-submarine school and shipyard across the bay. He had to praise the location of the hotel, where the school and the shipyard could not be seen in full view, and he could even see several small docks in the shipyard, although it was impossible to see what was being built because of the obstacles, but he could definitely see the new ships of the Germans before the ship was built and launched.

After more than two hours of careful observation, when it was twelve o'clock, the doctor, feeling a little hungry, disassembled the telescope into two sections and hid it again in the compartment of the suitcase. Then he dressed up a little in the mirror, brought his important belongings, and then went downstairs with a civilized stick to the restaurant across the street to eat. A glass of dark beer, a fish cutlet, a fried potato, and when the doctor was almost finished, he looked up and suddenly felt that the yellow man sitting across from him looked a little like the laundryman in the morning, of course, perhaps he was dazzled - he had always been face blind to yellow people, they looked almost identical, and the clothes they wore were different: the laundryman in the morning was sloppy and smelly, and now the yellow man opposite was not inferior in terms of his clothes alone.

Maybe it's a Japanese person. The doctor explained this in his heart, but Zhong Qiangong, who was watched by him for a while, stiffened. Although he has changed his clothes, he still looks like that. He glanced at Li Kongrong, who was sitting behind the Englishman and pretending to read the newspaper and drink coffee, and then at the two Germans who followed the Englishman into the restaurant, and a layer of fine sweat suddenly broke out on his head - it was really dangerous, if the Englishman himself was a trap, then both of them would fall into it.

Dr. Kruger had already finished his lunch, and he sat down for a moment, then walked to the bathroom as expected. Seeing the British move, Li Kongrong gave Zhong Qiangong a fierce look, and he hesitated to stand up and follow the British to the bathroom, Li Kongrong also stood up at the same time, but his direction was not the bathroom, but the Gestapo who planned to follow the British to the bathroom.

“Arschloch！” In the aisle in the middle of the restaurant, after an unintentional collision, Li Kongrong spilled a cup of hot coffee on the Gestapo's chest, so that the German national curse blurted out.

"Ahh Li Kongrong, who met the person, was immediately shocked, he quickly bowed to the German, and then kept saying: "Smimasen! Smimasen! Smimasen! With that, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the German's chest.

The Germans were immediately furious when they saw that they were a yellow race, but the other side acted like a Japanese and spoke as if they were also in Japanese, so they had no choice but to suppress their anger -- Japan is a powerful country in East Asia and a friend of Germany, so it is still necessary to be polite to the Japanese.

"Okay, I'm ......" After the hot coffee was burned, the German felt no other discomfort except for feeling some heat in his chest. At this time, the Japanese was still apologizing, but the German did not know what language to use to communicate with him, and the other party did not seem to know German at all. In desperation, he had no choice but to smile, then touched his chest with his hand, shook his head to indicate that it was okay, and finally walked away as if nothing happened.

The German's last expression of pretending not to be painful made Li Kongrong laugh in his heart, but in order not to be remembered by the other party, he quickly left the restaurant and waited for Zhong Qiangong at the predetermined place, he hoped that Zhong Qiangong would get things done in the two minutes he had made. After a while, Zhong Qiangong came quietly.

"How?" Li Kongrong looked at him, full of anticipation as before.

"He said thank you." Zhong Qiangong whispered, "He also said that if there is a need, he will call the laundry service." ”

Hearing what the other party said, although Li Kongrong was not satisfied, he still said: "That's good, it shows that he didn't refuse." ”

"Sir, but in case this person is ......" Although in the bathroom, while the Germans were prevented by Li Kongrong from saying a few words to the British, Zhong Qiangong was very uneasy, he was very worried that the Englishman himself was a trap.

"You're worried that he was sent by the Germans?" Li Kongrong looked at him and asked, his eyes flashing.

"Yes, I'm worried." Zhong Qiangong nodded nervously, "If yes, then we ......"

"If it is, it doesn't prove that we are spies, and the Germans don't have any evidence." Li Kongrong said. "Don't worry, if something happens, we will be expelled from Germany." "A lot of things are actually bets, and we bet that the British are not a trap set by the Germans." In my opinion, this game has a big chance of winning, how could the Germans send their own people into that trap and wait for someone to save them? Their biggest thing to do is to keep an eye on the Englishman, and then follow the vine to see who he is in contact with. As long as we are careful not to be noticed by the Gestapo, it is still safe. ”

What Li Kongrong said was not unreasonable, but Second Lieutenant Zhong Qiangong's heart was still pounding. Fortunately, he was not flustered in the bathroom just now, and the Englishman looked at him more deeply after hearing his advice, and he finally recognized this man as the laundryman who had knocked him down in the morning.

Life is like a gamble, and decisions are the most important thing. So thought Lee Kong-young, and so did Dr. Carl Crook, who walked out of the restaurant. He actually checked into the hotel yesterday, thinking he had found a great observation point, but he didn't want the Chinese in the bathroom to tell him that it was a trap and that he was being watched by the German secret police.

Is this true? The Doctor was skeptical at first, but when he left the restaurant, he casually walked around the city according to his previous counterintelligence training, and he did see two Gestapo stalking him, which made him feel creepy. In his more than 20 years as a spy, he thought about being arrested countless times by the German counterintelligence service, but he didn't want to find himself in a desperate situation because he had booked the wrong hotel.

What to do? The doctor with a serene expression walked slowly down the street with a civilized stick, but his heart was full of anxiety. Do you really have to go to the Chinese for help according to the address on that note? What if this is actually another trap? The telescope in the luggage compartment can be said to be used for light viewing, but how to explain the miniature camera? And that fake passport?

The Doctor hurried down the street, and the Germans behind him followed. Just as he was about to be caught up by the Germans, he suddenly bumped into a waiter in an open-air restaurant. Seeing that the prey was not fleeing, the Germans who were following closely stopped and even took a few steps back. After a while, they saw their prey get into a taxi, and they immediately stopped a car to follow. The taxi finally stopped in front of a laundry and the prey walked in. So the two got out of the car and stood guard on both sides of the laundry. From a distance, they saw that the prey who had entered the laundry was taking off the coat that had just been soiled, revealing the white shirt inside.

Waiting quietly, ten, fifteen, twenty minutes, and when the two of them felt that something was wrong, the Gestapo, who had recently rushed into the laundry, realized that the person wearing a white shirt with his back to the door was actually a yellow man.

“Arschloch！” The Gestapo looked at the Chinese roaring, and he shouted: "What about people? Where did the people go? ”

"I don't know! I do not know! The laundry owner was stunned as he looked at the angry German, who did not know German at all and spoke Chinese. It took him a moment before he pointed to the back, signaling that the man had left from behind. Following the direction pointed by the Chinese, the Gestapo hurriedly rushed to the back door, but it was obviously too late, and behind it was an empty alley, with only two playing wild cats looking at the strange visitor at a loss.

Twenty minutes was enough time for the Ford Model A to leave the city of Kiel. At this time, Dr. Karl Crook, who was holding his hand in the car, looked at the Chinese holding a gun at him and said in English: "Sir, I thought you were a good person. ”

"Of course I'm a good person." Li Kongrong sat in the co-pilot seat, and Second Lieutenant Zhong Qiangong was concentrating on driving, although he had already left the city of Kiel, the second lieutenant's hands were still shaking, the action of shifting gears and pulling the joystick was not smooth, and the gearbox clicked.

"But how can I believe that you are also a good person." Li Kongrong's gun has been pointed at the old man since he got into the car. "I think the current situation is that I saved you from the German secret police, and I deserve your trust, so you should tell me something. At the very least, you should tell me, who are you serving. ”

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm just a tourist." The doctor said innocently. "I thought it was just a taxi."

"Taxi?! Haha......" Li Kongrong laughed. He said, "Alright then, let's go back!" After he said that, he said to Zhong Qiangong: "Turn around and go back." ”

"What?!" Zhong Qiangong, who had managed to escape from Kiel, was taken aback, and he didn't want the chief to go back.

"I said go back!" Li Kongrong looked at him sideways, and saw that his shaking hand had not hit the steering wheel, and immediately became angry: "Second Lieutenant Zhong Qiangong, I order you to go back!" ”

"Yes, sir." Zhong Qiangong finally slowed down, and then the car began to turn.

Now it was the turn of the British to get nervous, and he sneered stiffly, and said, "If you go back, you will also be arrested." ”

"No, sir." Li Kongrong smiled. "I would say the gun is yours, you pointed the gun at us and we wanted us to take you out of Kiel, and then we had a fight, and in the end I got away with the situation."

The car had already turned the corner and started moving towards Kiel. Looking at the scenery on both sides of the road speeding back, the Englishman's face became worse and worse, and finally, his Adam's apple shook a few times, and he smiled bitterly: "Okay, you won." What do you want to know? ”