At dusk, an American-made Douglas transport plane sprayed with the Norwegian flag landed smoothly at the international airport in Neva, Switzerland. The gangway was in place, the hatch was open, and the group of passengers who walked out of the cabin looked very good. The ladies wore jewel-encrusted ornaments, the gentlemen wore high-end clothes and hats, followed by some young men who specialized in carrying suitcases. It's just that in Switzerland, which is located in the middle of Europe and avoided two world wars, such a figure is not uncommon.

Outside vehicles were not allowed to enter the tarmac without permission from the airport, but the group was visibly cared for, and they were able to leave the rear door, bypassing the waiting hall for ordinary passengers, and boarded the three cars that had been waiting there for a long time. At sunset, they gallop along the paved roads and soon disappear into the bustle of the city.

Two hours later, a small reception was held in a private villa in the north of the city of Nava. Although there were only about 20 participants, there were more than a dozen vigilant-looking young men lurking at the high point outside the villa and in the cars parked in the shadows, who were keeping a close eye on the various intersections nearby, ready to deal with the unexpected situation that might arise at any time.

Because of these people, the atmosphere in the villa is much more relaxed.

"Distinguished Lords and Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to beautiful Switzerland!"

A middle-aged and elderly man in a white suit with an English mustache holds a goblet and greets the handsome gentlemen and the beautiful ladies they are holding. Apparently as a sign of sincerity, he drank the red wine from his glass and laughed heartily.

"Baron Pat is a legend in the Imperial intelligence community!"

Young and atmospheric Hans. "The beginning of his career dates back to the Kaiser's reign, and as an intelligence officer, he traveled to every country in Europe and was able to communicate in more than a dozen languages," Andriy told his colleagues. In the Imperial intelligence community, only the deceased Canaris can be compared! ”

"Oh, General Canaris, legendary...... I propose that we have a drink for General Canaris, who is not allowed to be hanged, without his support, it would be difficult for us to take root in Switzerland and hold out for so many years! The old man in white once again raised his glass, but judging by the tone of his voice, it was not a positive compliment, for Canaris did not die at the Allied trial, but was hanged by order of the Führer on April 8, 1945.

Although he was unable to inherit the memories of the original body, all the abilities possessed by this body, strength, stamina, alcohol, etc., were still at Lynn's disposal. As a Danish German, he has a near-excessive amount of beer, and it is not a problem to drink half a case of red wine. But even so, Lynn has never flaunted or indulged in alcohol, and thanks to this rational prudence, he has been able to survive all crises safely, whether it is on the frontline battlefield or in the core secret area of the United States. Now in Switzerland, where the intelligence officers have settled, he only takes a sip of wine, and carefully observes the expressions and demeanors of every unfamiliar face here.

"I should have retired with honor, at this age when I can still defeat three young men by myself, retirement ......" The old man in white was full of mockery, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances and anger in his chest in front of these rare imperial dignitaries.

In addition to Andriy and his Central European intelligence officer, Alfred. Schar, the rest of the newcomers to Switzerland, was surprised and embarrassed by the scene. In their eyes, it seems that they are not an experienced spy, but an old drunkard who is drunk and greedy, full of resentment.

Age and seniority were there, not to mention that it was someone else's territory at the moment, and Andri, although he was displeased, was not easy to attack, he whispered something to Schar, and gave the man in the black dress next to him a look, and brought him to Lynn and Courtland.

The four of them took a few steps to the side, and then Andriy said in a very low voice: "This baron was injured in the head in an operation in the early years, leaving the sequelae of liking to brag nonsense, and he is basically in a semi-retired state, mainly because this operation involves wealthy businessmen who are usually difficult to contact, only the baron has some friendship with them, and can help us introduce them." ”

Lynn nodded in understanding, every man has his story, it may not be exciting, but it will definitely become the talk of the twilight years.

Andrixuan introduced the man in the black dress next to him to two colleagues: "This is Erich. Feng. Berning, our intelligence officer in Switzerland, is actually in charge of 6 intelligence stations, 8 intelligence contact points and 120 intelligence officers in Switzerland. ”

With the population and land area of Switzerland, the number of these intelligence points and intelligence officers sounds like a lot, as for the man standing next to Andri, Lynn estimates that he is about 35 years old, with a very ordinary appearance, a pair of eyes that look plain, and it is easy to see a driver or a worker when walking on the street, this is either a mediocre person, or a guy who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger.

"It's an honor to meet two chiefs here!"

As soon as he spoke, he was very pure and fluent in German, and with this tone he was worthy of his noble surname.

Andriy then added: "We don't usually call intelligence officers by their real names. Berning's nickname was 'Nails'. ”

"Just right!"

Courtland had said it casually, and intelligence officers often had to stay in one place for long periods of time, but Lynn felt that the man didn't seem very happy to hear Courtland's words.

Andri, apparently aware of the situation, sneered, "Nail is still unmarried, and his goal is the same as you, Captain Gargo!" The difference is that you've made it, and he's still trying! ”

Lynn was stunned for a moment, and quickly figured out what he meant. The "porcelain dolls" are indeed all beautiful and amazing, but should this guy be ambitious, or is the toad wanting to eat swan meat?

"Is there a specific picture?" Lynn asked casually.

Andriy was still smiling: "You have to ask the 'nail' yourself!" ”

The mediocre-looking intelligence officer in a black gown did not speak, but glanced meaningfully at the ladies.

Dinah?

Lynn was shocked, if this is the case, it will be a bad thing!

Baron Pat, dressed in a white suit, was clearly showing off his experiences to the ladies, who were sometimes amazed and laughed at times by the strange or thrilling stories. Although it was a long time to go all the way, Dinah also slept for more than ten hours on the plane, and she seemed to be in good spirits at this time, and with her beauty and figure, she was naturally outstanding among these ladies.

"Madame must have known that one of them was a pure German, from a noble family that had once been illustrious."

Feng. Berning finally opened his mouth to say this, which also put Lynn's heart hanging in the air. The story of Tang Seng's family history in the old version of Journey to the West is still firmly engraved in his mind!

"It seems that there is such one!" Lynn replied that it was in the theater room, and Dinah introduced herself to a few "porcelain dolls" that she didn't usually have the opportunity to see, but the most impressive thing at that time was the amorous Bella.

The mediocre-looking and godless Feng. Berning took a sullen sip of red wine, not following Lynn's words.

"If this operation can be a great success, the 'nail' will be indispensable, and when the time comes, we will make a statement to the Führer together, and I believe there is great hope!" Andriy said as he looked slyly at Lynn and Courtland.

"Of course!" Lynn hurriedly said that the Third Reich is now at a low point of sinking, and its political and military influence has decreased sharply, and it has naturally lost its previous binding force on the intelligence personnel scattered overseas in the past, that is, it can still slightly restrict the supply of funds. As a result, many of the German spies who had been embedded in the Soviet Union were turned to British and American intelligence agencies that could give them more support and political immunity. As for these intelligence agents lurking in Switzerland, no one can guarantee that they have not wavered - they may have even made contact with the British and Americans!

Although Courtland has no great talent in economic and financial affairs, he has also stayed in the Imperial Chancellery and the base camp for many years, and he still has the ability to observe words and feelings, and he raised his glass at the right time: "I propose, let us work together for the sake of Feng. Cheers to His Excellency Berning's respectable ideals! ”

"Yes, for the long-cherished wish of 'Nail'!" Andriy raised his glass.

The three high-ranking officers toasted together, which was already a big face for the intelligence officer of a mere Swiss spy network. Berning seemed to be a soft and hard guy, the corners of his mouth moved slightly to be regarded as a smile, and after raising his glass, he still only took a slight sip, which made the guests who at least drank a large gulp feel embarrassed.

When everyone put down the wine glasses in their hands, Feng. Berning was the first to speak, and he said in a very subtle tone: "During the war, Switzerland was a place where British, American, and Soviet spies were rampant, and everyone tried to spy on each other's secrets, and they were all concerned about the quantity and source of precious metals, diamonds, and cash sent to Swiss banks. ”

Lynn, Andri, and Courtland looked at each other in confusion, and for a moment they couldn't figure out what the guy really meant—was it to emphasize the daunting surname that had lurked here for years, or to deliberately indicate the importance of his position?

The intelligence officer continued: "I am extremely honored to be here, Chiefs, and I would like to take this opportunity to accumulate more merits, but Ladies and Gentlemen, Switzerland only appears to be calm on the surface, but in fact there is a turbulent undercurrent. The Baron and I have been stationed here for many years, and our observations, contacts and understandings of all aspects are relatively objective and comprehensive, so we ...... I hope that the Officers will take into account our suggestions as much as possible during the operation, and do not act lightly without preparation. ”

A good "don't move lightly", as if to remind the three commanders from the imperial base camp that "a strong dragon does not suppress the head snake", Lynn quietly cast his gaze at Andri, only to see that his face was gloomy, and he was obviously very unhappy with this. However, a cursory study of the complex intelligence services of the Third Reich reveals the root cause of this – the Military Intelligence Directorate of the Ministry of Defense in Canaris, in contrast to the SS's notorious and pervasive Reich Security Service, was the first and most orthodox intelligence service of the Third Reich, employing 15,000 people at its peak and weaving a vast intelligence network in Europe, North and South America, and the Middle East. Its overseas intelligence work has also been far more effective than that of the Imperial Security Service, which can only operate on the mainland and in occupied territories.

(To be continued)