The two members of the Military Intelligence Bureau were bored outside the estate of the Countess Léony.

They were given a job as a messenger to spy on Baron Alexon. They, like most Germans, never thought there was anything wrong with a nobleman. But since this was ordered by Pompestein, no matter how reluctant he was, he had to do it.

It was a little gloomy, and the sound of laughter and music was faintly coming from the manor, which made the two intelligence bureau men more and more dissatisfied.

The people inside are singing and dancing, and they can only stay here stupidly.

"What are you doing here?" Suddenly, a majestic voice sounded behind them.

The two of them hurriedly turned back, and they were shocked at the sight of Fritz Erich von Manstein and Baron Manfred von Richthofen!

These two are Berlin celebrities, who doesn't know them?

"Who are you? What to do here? Do you want to steal something? Manstein said solemnly.

"Ah, no, Mr. Fritz, we are from the Military Intelligence Directorate. We were just passing through here."

"Come, come here, help us move something."

The two men hesitated.

Manstein looked very displeased: "That's Countess Schiller's stuff, the banquet is in a hurry!" ”

"Ah, yes, Mr. Fritz."

They are just a small role in the Military Intelligence Bureau, and they dare not offend such a big person on the other side. He obediently followed and walked towards the west side of the manor.

After walking dozens of steps, Manstein and Richthofen suddenly stopped and turned around: "You! ”

The two people from the intelligence bureau didn't know what was going on, and they were about to ask a question, when their throats suddenly tightened, and they were tightly restrained, and their bodies struggled desperately, but they couldn't get rid of that strong arm no matter what.

Wang Weiyi and Guo Yunfeng!

It was the first time that Manstein and Richthofen had done such a thing, and it was inevitable that they would be nervous, and they kept looking to both sides, for fear that someone would suddenly appear at this time.

The person under his arm gradually stopped moving, Wang Weiyi and Guo Yunfeng glanced at each other, and at the same time, two slight sounds of "Karma" came, and the two people from the intelligence bureau died.

Richthofen whistled, and then a carriage appeared from the other end, driven by Adolf Hitler.

Several people worked together to throw the two corpses into the carriage, and Manstein whispered: "Adolf, you go first, wait for us at the agreed place." ”

Hitler did not dare to slack off and hurriedly drove the carriage

Then, Manstein and Richthofen launched two two-person two-wheelers, and Wang Weiyi was a little dumbfounded.

This kind of car is actually a bicycle called by the Chinese, but it is a double ride. A person sitting in front of him is responsible for holding the front of the car, and the person sitting in the back also has a faucet in front of him, who is responsible for pedaling and cooperating with the person in front to stabilize the two-wheeled vehicle.

This kind of car is very common in Germany, especially favored by the German aristocracy, as a kind of leisure and fitness sport, so it is common to see two men riding such a car together on the streets of Berlin.

Wang Weiyi estimated that it was not a big problem to ride by himself, but Guo Yunfeng was a little difficult to say.

"Ernst, you and I, Manstein, you let the Chinese sit in front!" Richthofen has already taken this into account.

Fortunately, Guo Yunfeng's understanding in this regard is still good, and he only needs to sit in front and put away his legs and balance the car faucet.

Although the ride was wobbly at the beginning, Manstein coordinated with the pedaling in the back, and the movements of the two men quickly became consistent.

Four big men, riding two tandem two-wheelers, this scene looks somewhat comical

"Mr. Pompeystein, the time is up."

"Oh." Pompeystein didn't raise his head, still looking at the documents intently: "Wait until I've finished reading these things."

His assistant Boritz stood to the side, patiently waiting.

As the minutes ticked by, five minutes had passed since the usual time to go out for a walk, which was not quite in keeping with Monsieur Pompestein's habit of strictly observing time.

Pompeystan finally finished reading the document in his hand and closed the file: "The espionage activities of the British and French are becoming more and more rampant, and yesterday I caught three more, and if it were not for the doctor's orders, I really don't want to waste time." ”

"Sir, this is for your physical sake."

"Ah, yes, Boritz." Pompeystein stood up: "Is there any news from the Countess?" ”

"Not yet, sir." Boritz hurriedly brought his coat and put it on him: "You know, in front of the countess, we are all small people, and they have no way to enter the manor, so they can only wait outside. ”

Little? Pompeystein sneered.

Yes, in front of those aristocratic lords, he is indeed just a small person, but this will definitely not hinder his ambition.

To be able to get to today's position, I completely relied on myself to climb up step by step, and only I know how much effort I put in.

But what about the aristocrats? They just rely on the shadow of their ancestors, what are they capable of? Sooner or later, he will be able to join the ranks of the nobility.

Didn't that damn Ernst Braem do it?

The thought of Ernst Brem made Pompestein's teeth itch with hatred, and he, like his boss Nikolai, was convinced that Ernst Brem must have some ulterior motive with the British, otherwise how could he kill hundreds of people with the strength of two people?

But such a spy is a knight!

God knows what His Majesty the Emperor of the Dao Dao thinks.

After such a hesitation, a few more minutes passed, Boritz looked at his pocket watch, and this action quickly fell into Pompeistan's eyes: "Boritz, I know that your fiancée is still waiting for you, okay, I won't delay your time, let's go." ”

Boritz smiled wryly, and hurriedly walked out of Pompestein's side.

There were already three people from the Intelligence Bureau waiting for him outside.

Pompestein sneezed out of the Bureau, which was not a good sign. Is something going to happen today? Shouldn't it be out of trouble?

Pompestan quickly dispelled this thought, perhaps because he was too tired some time ago, and he became a little suspicious.

This is Berlin, the heart of the Empire, and how dare those damned spies be here?

"It's not a good day, Boritz." Pompestein said as he walked out of the house.