As a spy who worked for both Morgan and Umbrella, Messerschmitt knew inside information that many others did not know, and it was easy to find a little bit of "intelligence" that seemed to be of great value but was actually useless to prevaricate his old colleague - as simple as fooling a three-year-old child; The only difference between the two is that it doesn't make one feel guilty about cheating a spy, but it does for a three-year-old. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Qin Lang will personally command his mercenaries to participate in the Philippine campaign," after a pause, he added: "Congress will temporarily promote him to brigadier general." ”

"Poof!" Graham squirted out a mouthful of wine that had just been poured into his mouth, shock and embarrassment instantly replaced a smile. "You're not kidding...... Brigadier? ”

"Brigadier General."

"My God!" He drew a cross on his chest and muttered, "When did you Americans get the hang of promoting a Chinese brigadier general -- not to mention that you have repealed the Chinese Exclusion Act." ”

Messerschmitt smiled and shrugged his shoulders, pleased with the effect he had made: When Graham was shocked and incredulous that Qin Lang would become the first Chinese-American brigadier general in American history, he would ignore the fact that the news was of no value......

No, it still has a bit of value as evidence that America's anti-Chinese policy has loosened, but that has nothing to do with Graham's mission, and no one will reward him for it.

After changing positions in his chair and feeling comfortable for a moment, he motioned, "It's your turn, George." What else is the news. ”

"That's it. You know, I'm just the head of the Far Eastern intelligence station, not a big guy, and I have very limited access to secrets. Graham shrugged, "And as I said, London's attention is mainly focused on the Transvaal and no real action will be taken." ”

Messerschmitt thought about it and felt that he was right, that Britain's attitude was already clear, and there was no need to continue to inquire. However, he does not intend to let go of his former colleague now, Graham has other value.

He thought for a moment and asked, "What is the situation in other countries?" ”

"Hell, Friedrich, I'm the head of the Far Eastern intelligence station, and you're asking me about the attitude of European countries. Are you embarrassing me? Graham cried out in a low voice, but almost immediately, he added: "Still, I know a little bit about the Germans." ”

Of course, if he was to get the news out, Messerschmitt would have to exchange a piece of information with a sufficient amount of weight, not something that seemed important but was actually worthless—but Graham was able to guess this not because he wasn't fooled, but because he knew his old colleague's way of doing things well.

Messerschmitt has always been fond of using third-rate information to deceive others into obtaining important information, in fact, Graham has been fooled several times, how can he be deceived again?

"The little trick doesn't work anymore." That's what he meant.

"Okay." Messerschmitt shrugged, "Qin Lang will test a powerful new weapon in the Philippines, which is a certain chemical substance. ”

Graham was stunned for a moment—he had not expected his old colleague to be so generous in revealing a piece of news that would attract the attention of every nation's military. Then, he began to speculate on the veracity of the news, but did not reveal it, but pretended to be quite interested.

"Do you know what chemicals are?"

Messerschmitt shook his head. "I don't have access to that new weapon. Insecurity. But," he added, "I know that the mercenaries who use it are wearing special costumes and masks. ”

"I've never seen a mercenary like it."

"They are with Qin Lang and are still on the way." Then he leaked a little more, "The transport ship will arrive in seven days." ”

"That's a shame." The look on Graham's face didn't show any pity on his face - he was laughing, "Look, I've got to go buy a ticket today." ”

"How to confirm this information is your business, Mr. Stationmaster." Messerschmitt made a point of emphasizing that title. Since Graham is the head of the intelligence station, he has some spies that he can use and his old colleagues don't know, and of course he can confirm the authenticity of the information.

He tapped lightly on the table. "Now, tell me the news."

This time, Graham didn't delay. Why not leak intelligence from one hostile country to another and make them fight each other?

"Kaiser Wilhelm II has ordered his navy to send five warships carrying land forces to Philippine waters, and if the United States has no intention of seizing the Philippines, Germany will replace Spain." After a pause, he added a lie he had concocted, "Of course, they will pretend not to see what the United States is trying to do." ”

"Your lies aren't clever at all."

"You think I'm lying? Friedrich, you ......"

"That's enough." Messerschmitt, not wanting to watch a boring show, interrupted Graham to announce the end of the conversation. "That's all for today, old friend."

Thank God! Graham admired in his heart, pretending not to hear the damn "today". Anyway, the annoying old colleague in front of him is finally leaving, so that he can continue with his lunch that has been interrupted twice before he even starts. Thank God!

However, he was a little too early in his joy, and instead of immediately getting up and leaving the restaurant, Messerschmitt took an envelope from his pocket and delivered it to him. "For you."

"What is it?"

"Two ferry tickets. One is a ticket to Hong Kong tomorrow and the other is a summons from Hong Kong to London three days later. Have a nice trip, old friend. Putting down the envelope, he tapped Graham on the shoulder twice before picking up his hat and walking out of the dining room with a smile and a relaxed face.

But he didn't leave, but turned into a corner that Graham couldn't see. There, two bald men in white shirts and black suits, wearing red ties, were waiting for him, and one of them was holding a camera in his hand - these two men were his students, spies secretly cultivated by Qin Lang in District 51.

Messerschmitt didn't want his studies to look like they were now. His eyebrows furrowed, and he asked, "All photographed?" ”

"Yes, sir."

He nodded. "Now he's yours."

"Aren't you going to join us, sir?" Another man in black asked.

"As much as I would love to watch from the sidelines, I don't want an old friend to hate me." Of course, this is just an excuse that he doesn't care what Graham thinks. It's just that he has another friend to visit. "And I'm going to see an old friend from Berlin - even though I know he doesn't want to see me at all."

Undoubtedly, it was another unpleasant and costly visit. During his spy career, Messerschmitt had many "friends" who, without exception, were reluctant to see him or even hear him again. Now, however, after Graham's misfortune, another of them is about to follow in their footsteps.

However, Carl Hinds. Lissman didn't know that he was being targeted by the wolf-like Messerschmitt -- like Graham, who also didn't know that his "old friend" was working in Canton Bay. Because if he knew, Lissman would definitely ask his boss to get him somewhere else, on the grounds that his life was in danger.

Graham is an old colleague of Messerschmitt, so he doesn't worry about getting killed; But Lissmann was a rival to Messerschmitt, and a Prussian, so his situation became very unoptimistic.

But he doesn't know yet. As Messerschmitt approached him little by little, Lissman was still in his hotel room to meet his colleagues and exchange information they had found.

"All indications are that the Americans will directly occupy the Philippines, and the troops of the empire will not have a chance to ......"

"I doubt it, Babyface." A very Germanic-looking square-faced spy interrupted the baby-faced spy who was talking, "U.S. Army"—his lips curled up, squeezing out a sneer—"has not yet arrived at Canton Bay." Without an army, the Americans could not have occupied the Philippines. ”

"Babyface" Rudolph. Mitig looked at his colleague with idiotic eyes and sneered: "Don't you notice that there is an American mercenary army of 14,000 men here, Mr. Krupinsky?" ”

Walter. Krupinski immediately retorted. "Do you think the Americans will use mercenaries instead of regular armies to fight the Spanish army, babyface?"

"Apparently you don't see some of the obvious," Mitigue continued to scoff, "the U.S. government has used that mercenary twice, the French have used it once, and the mercenary was still present when the Abyssinians defeated the Italians—so what's wrong with that?" ”

"The problem is that the invasion of the Philippines was not the 'military operation' of the armed demonstrations of the past, and you may think that the Americans are fools, but I don't think so."

"I never thought the Americans were fools, but the Poles were."

"I'm not Polish."

"But I didn't say you were Polish, you idiot with a Polish surname."

"Babyface ......"

"Can't you two stop arguing?" Finally, after realizing that the quarrel could not be settled on its own, Lissman had to interrupt the two colleagues. His voice was extremely harsh, but his face was bitter. "We're working, can you put your personal conflicts aside for a while?"

"Carl, it wasn't me who caused the quarrel!" Krupinski exclaimed, "It's babyface's fault." ”

"I'm just stating some facts." Mitigue didn't budge.

"Enough!" Lissman stopped Krupinsky's attempt to start a new quarrel, and at the same time secretly regretted that he had called them together in violation of the rules that required spies to operate alone, in a single line of contact. But in Guangzhou Bay, because the Americans do not have a counterintelligence agency, and this is a relatively chaotic concession area, spies will also gather their colleagues who know when the task is more difficult and use the collective wisdom to find clues.

Sometimes, however, this can be counterproductive: when two people who are not on good terms get together, there is really little wisdom to speak of.

Lissman decided to end the meeting immediately.

"Rudolph's intelligence is consistent with what is known," he concluded, "but we need more evidence." The use of mercenaries in such an important military operation is not logical......"

He was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Waiter." The voice was familiar, but Lissman couldn't remember whose voice it was...... Maybe that's the waiter's voice. On second thought, he really couldn't correspond the waiter's voice to a specific person, but it felt familiar.

However, it is still not to be taken lightly. He motioned for Mitig and Krupinski to remain on guard, and then asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Carl Hinds. Mr. Lissman? There is a telegram from Berlin to you. The waiter replied.

Berlin's telegraph ...... New instructions? Lissman was still hesitating, and a telegram had already slipped in through the crack in the door. "I shoved the telegram through the crack in the door, sir."

What kind of waiter is this? However, it is not easy to find a conscientious waiter in a budget hotel. Lissman smiled wryly, shook his head at his two colleagues, told them to disarm, and then stood up and walked to the door to get the telegram.

However, the moment his hand touched the telegram, there was a loud bang, and the door was slammed open, followed by gunshots and the laughter of a dangerous man.

Carl Hinds. Lissman, you guy who likes to break the rules," Messerschmitt greeted his old friend, "I've got you." (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.) )