At a time when most of the world's capitalist countries are still struggling with the economic crisis, Germany, which was the first to survive the economic crisis, is thriving on the streets.

The walls are plastered with Accardo's propaganda posters, the Führer's slogan to save Germany is everywhere, and the newly built factories and shops are everywhere, as well as the renovated wide streets with various Mercedes-Benz BMW cars running on them, which make Berlin more modern.

Berlin's Wilhelmstrasse, the newly built Royal White Flower Hotel in the world, the lobby of the palatial hotel, under the gorgeous chandeliers, the waiters nod to each guest who walks in.

In one of the hotel's features, in the business café set up in the corner of the first floor, a young man in an SS officer's uniform is sipping a cup of coffee, while opposite him, a bearded man in a plaid suit sits quietly.

"I'm sorry, this location is occupied, so please leave. The SS officer chuckled.

"The sun at four o'clock in the afternoon really smells like a Cossack. At this time, taking a sip of vodka and then dying is definitely the happiest thing in life. The bearded man looked around and said in the smallest of voices.

"It's safe here, and the White Lanhua Group is the Führer's industry, so no one would have thought that we would be here to connect. The young SS officer glanced at the bearded man and whispered a word of persuasion.

"Be careful sailing the ship of ten thousand years! It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Vodka. The bearded man picked up the newspaper on the table: "You are the only remaining nail in the fruit of the Comintern in the German leadership." ”

"I took the risk of bringing this information out this time because the relationship was important, you know? There were traitors in the upper echelons of the Bolsheviks, so we lost a large number of comrades. The SS officer whispered, throwing the money on the table as he spoke, and got up and walked out.

The bearded man followed him with a newspaper, and the two men walked out of the hotel door one after the other, and then turned two corners and came to an alley where there was no one.

The officer handed the two papers to the bearded man: "Take this document to Slovakia, there is someone to cover your departure from Germany, this document was found by the Führer in Prague when I was on a business trip, and at that time this batch of documents was about to be taken away, so I could only take a photo." ”

"Can you get the original? You know that the more this kind of intelligence involves high-level personnel, the more you have to make sure that it is accurate. The bearded man stuffed the two papers into his pocket and confirmed with a frown.

"If you want the original, you can pick it up yourself, in the archives room on the basement floor of the Führer's office, where there is a four-foot-thick reinforced concrete storage storehouse, with seven checkpoints, four iron gates, and three different combination locks at the main entrance. The young SS officer said angrily: "Don't say that I am only a small lieutenant colonel, the supreme commander of our department, Major General Gascol, must also take the Führer's order if he wants to go in." ”

"Okay! I'm only responsible for sending this information back, and as for what to do with it, it's not up to someone of my level to control it. The bearded man sighed, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"In the other handover, there are approximate parameters for a German submarine with a displacement of 1,100 tons, which is much better than the one sold to us. I got it together this time, hoping to help you. ”

"* Hooray. The bearded man took out an envelope from his other pocket: "Here is $10,000, save some flowers, and I will help you deposit the rest in a bank in the Netherlands, and when you retire......"

"Alright. Everyone knows that no one in our industry can survive to retirement. The SS officer sneered and laughed at himself: "I don't believe it myself." ”

"Take care. The bearded man patted the young man on the shoulder: "After returning home, I will invite you to drink vodka." ”

"Is it that if I get another piece of information, it will be enough to return to China?" the young man thought for a moment and asked, "I still have one more top-secret piece of information, and I can retire." If I had the chance, I would have found a way to get the German Leopard tank blueprints. ”

"Do what you can. The bearded man turned and walked away without stopping. He noticed that the atmosphere was wrong, the surroundings were too quiet, and no one passed by.

"If it's all right, leave a message in the old place......" The young man opened the flap of the pistol holster on his belt, found a crossing, ran in the other direction, saw a staircase, turned around and got in. The reason why they met here was because he had a house here that he didn't use much, and he could go in and lie in bed at any time as if nothing had happened and wait for the searchers to pass by.

As soon as he closed the door of his room, he heard the sound of gunfire not far away, and there was no more sound after two crisp sounds. In a few moments, in the hallway outside the door, there was the fragmentary sound of leather boots tapping the stairs, and one after another there was a rapid knock on the door.

Hiding 10,000 dollars separately in his book and under the bed, deliberately messing up the officer's uniform, then pouring some of the whiskey that had been prepared on the table on his body, and taking a few more sips, the codenamed vodka* waited for the SS knock on the door.

"Knock, knock!" Finally there was a knock on the door, and a voice shouted outside: "SS search!

Vodka deliberately made his footsteps heavier, walked to the door and opened the door, and asked the person outside the door with a drunken face: "You guys...... What are you going to search? Get it now! I'm going to sleep!"

"Long live the Führer!" The SS captain outside the door immediately stood up and saluted as soon as he saw his rank, and the two soldiers behind him also stood upright, holding their submachine guns horizontally to their chests: "Long live the Führer!"

"Führer...... Hooray!" Vodka replied in a shaky voice, and then moved out of the way: "Please take your time! Don't steal my wine......!" Belch...... Remember to lock the door when you go. ”

"I'm sorry, sir, you don't have to search here!" the SS captain politely exited the door, and helped close the door.

The moment the door closed, Vodka let out a long breath, and it seemed that this time, he had successfully avoided it.

But will the bearded man be able to escape? God knows. It seems that the original contact point can no longer be used, and he can only lurk in secret, waiting for the organization to send someone to contact him with the highest level code.

......

Late at night, less than a kilometer from the Wehrmacht General Headquarters, a secret Comintern liaison post in Berlin's 3rd block. Suddenly there was a knock outside the door: "Knock, knock, knock." ”

The knocking was long and faint, but in the silence of the night, an old man in the room could hear it clearly. He got up from his chair, walked slowly to the door, and opened the door.

"Who? what's the matter at such a late hour?" he asked, opening the door, but no answer was heard, and he did not speak again, for he saw a man lying outside the door, one side of his coat already stained red with blood. The man was lying on his side, still breathing faintly, and by the faint light, the old man saw that the man had a thick beard.

"Give this to our comrades! Bring it back...... The motherland ......" The bearded man said this, and there was no more sound. The old man took the two rolls of film from the bearded man's hand, stared at the corpse for a few seconds, then turned around, put the two rolls into the bedside compartment, laid out the sheets, checked them, and felt that everything was safe, and then walked back to the door, and let out a loud cry: "Oh my God! Help!

"Oh my God, what's wrong with this person?" a fat woman who opened the door and came out to help was startled by the scene in front of her, and there were a few old neighbors who were similar to her, and everyone didn't dare to touch the gradually cold corpse, so she panicked and arranged for someone to go to the nearby police station to call the police.

The police came very quickly, and brought with them a dozen SS soldiers with rifles, who were obviously looking for the bearded man, but not so quickly.

"When did you find this body, sir?" asked a police officer, holding a small notebook for record-keeping.

"I heard a noise outside the door, as if something had hit the door, I thought it was a prank by the neighbor's children, so I opened the door and took a look, and the security around here was very good, so I didn't think much about it. The old man replied, "I saw him lying outside." ”

"Did he leave anything behind?" asked an SS officer who had followed, frowning as he walked around the corpse.

"I don't know, I opened the door and called for help, no one touched anything here, I don't know what you're referring to. This sir. The old man replied, pointing to his old neighbors.

The police officer walked aside with the SS officer and whispered: "The people here are all old residents, and they can prove to each other that no one has taken anything from the corpse, they have lived here at least ten years ago, and there is nothing suspicious." ”

"This man has a gun, we have been staring at him for a few days, today he does not know who he is with, we have not caught another man, but it is certain that he cannot have not gotten anything!" said the SS officer, very irritated.

"And what do you want to do, sir?" asked the head of the police department, "take these old men and old ladies back and torture them one by one?"

The SS officer stared at the officer for a long time without saying a word, and finally he glanced at everyone present and gave the vicious order: "Close!"