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It was a pitch-black carriage, the car was black, the horses were very good, and the people driving the carriage were also black, only outside the carriage, a lifelike silver eagle was painted.

Around this carriage, there were scattered several standing gendarmerie, and all of them were dressed tightly, their temples were high, and their eyes were shining, and they knew at a glance that they were really good hands!

I should have known a long time ago that the one who could be called the captain was definitely not the captain of a gendarmerie squad, and the subordinates of the captain of the squad would generally be called the boss, and only the lord would be called the captain.

It was a powerful presence known throughout Berlin, he was the commander of the 3,000 gendarmes of Imperial Dublin, and the nemesis of all revolutionary parties and rebels.

"Silver Eagle" Otto Neltz, a Venerable martial arts powerhouse!

Adolf took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, and walked towards the dark and terrifying carriage.

The carriage door opened silently, and there was plenty of space and light inside, and Adolf could clearly see the shiny leather boots, the crisp black military trousers, and the silver eagle-headed cane held in a pair of white gloves.

Sure enough, it was him!

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Adolf stepped into the carriage.

The door closed again, and Adolf saw the man in front of him who terrified him.

It was a very majestic middle-aged man, with a white-gloved hand rubbing on the cane, the uniform on his body had been carefully ironed, smooth and shiny, and several silver medals were neatly worn on his chest, the most eye-catching of which was a silver eagle with a ruby in his mouth, which was a medal issued by His Majesty himself and belonged to him alone.

His face was angular, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were as beautiful as a real eagle, and he was not too old next year, but his head was a silver thread, carefully combed, and meticulously hidden under a black top hat.

While Adolf peeked at the legend, the revolutionary nightmare was watching him.

"Well, young man, you should know why I called you. The aura of the high-ranking man rushed towards him, pressing on Adolf.

Suppressing the urge to flee again, Adolf said calmly: "It should be, this, because of my speech, I accidentally caused this riot." ”

"Then you know, the city is not what it used to be, and no one has spoken for a long time. "The eagle's eyes are always very sharp.

"I, I know, because of the thugs, who always preach something disgusting. Adolf nodded a little nervously: "But, but I'm different from those thugs!"

"Oh, it's different...... It's all a riot, it's not the same?" the cane tapped in front of Adolf: "You hate the Jews so much?"

"I, how did I know there was going to be a riot, I, I just said what I thought. Adolf stammered, "I just hate those aliens." ”

"I can't make such a good speech if I just hate it. "The atmosphere in the carriage seems to be a little more relaxed.

"You...... You ...... too," Adolf was in disbelief.

"Yes, I was there from the very beginning of your speech, and I have to admit that you spoke well. The tone seemed to be appreciative: "Much better than the original boys." ”

"That'...... What do you mean......" Adolf was a little unsure.

"In short, I appreciate you and hope you keep it up. The tone was more like a command.

"Keep it up......? Aren't you worried about another riot?" Adolf didn't understand.

"We will take care of you and make sure there will be no riots. You just have to keep talking, and of course, don't talk about anything else!"

"I ......" Adolf suddenly didn't understand what was going on in the world, but he accepted it: "I promise, I will try." ”

"Well, that's fine. The white-gloved hand reached over and tapped Adolf twice on the stiff shoulder: "Remember, I'm optimistic about you, okay, go ahead." ”

......

The carriage departed, and the gendarmes departed.

Standing in the empty square, Adolf's mind was in turmoil.

Just let me go? And you told me to continue speaking? Why is that? It doesn't make sense. Don't the top brass of the government like those aliens? Or do you want to catch a big fish by putting a long line on me?

Not sure what to think, Adolf decided to go back and ask Matt.

Adolf went out to give a speech, and Zhang Ang was ready to complete his mission.

After re-pinching the "Variety Mask" on his face with a new face, and blessing a few life-saving props on his body, Zhang Ang walked towards Cuiliu Street.

Cuiliu Street is a special street, it does not belong to the aristocratic district, it does not belong to the residential area, it does not belong to the church, and it does not belong to the government.

Every city has a place where there is always darkness behind the light, and here, Willowstrasse, is the dark side of Berlin.

There are many taverns here, many hostels, three religions and nine streams, mixed fish and dragons. In a sense, it's the most chaotic neighborhood in the whole of Berlin, and it's for those who hide in the dark.

There are open-legged workers, here are thieves and snitches, here are robbers and robbers, here are fugitives and villains, here are killer assassins, here are chaos and disorder, and here are disobedient to the king's law. Here, of course, there is room for some desperate and aspiring young people who devote themselves to the revolution.

Now, Zhang Ang is standing at the intersection of Cuiliu Street.

All the serious people who passed by here were in a hurry, avoiding them like snakes and scorpions, as if if they would be swallowed up by this street if they got any closer, and their bones would be gone.

Zhang Ang was not afraid at all, and he walked in.

It was still morning, the streets were not very crowded, the open-legged workers had not yet gone to work, the petty thieves were still making up for sleep at home, there was no noise in the tavern inn, only some drunken drunkards lying on the ground and not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Of course, in the shadow of the upstairs window, it is unknown whether someone has already set their eyes on his face.

However, this time Zhang Ang did not plan to go to the Berlin headquarters of the German Workers' Party, his first thing to do was to collect intelligence, after all, he and Adolf had just arrived in Berlin, and it was a shame to be here.

And where else is there to gather intelligence?

Of course, Zhang Ang was also experienced in this area, and after a little observation, he walked into a tavern that looked relatively large.

"Flaming Red Lips Tavern" is a reliable place to listen to the name.

Pushing open the door and walking in, there were not many people inside, one curly-haired bartender was lazily wiping the bar, another younger one was cleaning the stains on the floor, and a few drowsy drunkards were sleeping on the wine table.

"Oh, hell, are you here for breakfast this early in the morning?" the curly-haired bartender was obviously not pleased: "I've been working all night, can't you go home and sleep until the evening?

"I'm not here to look for a girl, or to drink and eat. Zhang Ang decided to speak with facts, and with a flick of his thumb, a gold mark flew towards the curly-haired bartender.

The power of the gold coin is always infinite, and it suddenly injected a new power into the bartender who had stayed up all night, so that he jumped up and borrowed the gold coin.

"Oh, distinguished guest, what would you like to have?" the impatience on the bartender's face swept away, and his tone suddenly became respectful.

"I want to ask for some information, such as oh those revolutionary parties, or any party, or any faction, do you have any information?" asked Zhang Ang very calmly and bluntly.

"Oh, I'm here to ask for information. The bartender's eyes became suspicious, and he looked at Zhang Ang endlessly: "You are not from the gendarmerie, right? ”

"Of course not, to be honest, I had just arrived in Berlin and was a little curious when I saw the solemn atmosphere in the city. Zhang Ang explained.

"Oh, well, I don't know where they're hiding anyway. But there are other things, but we can talk about ......" the curly-haired bartender stretched out his voice.

Zhang Ang suddenly pushed over another gold coin: "Oh, what's the matter?"

"First of all, after the gendarmerie purge in the past few months, there should not be many revolutionary parties left who dare to stay in the city. And most of those who dare to stay are the ones who are stronger and have a deeper network. The bartender lowered his voice: "For example, the German Revolutionary Party, it is said that there are some high-ranking officials who support it, and this time there is almost no damage." For example, the Spartak Party, their party has always been the largest among all parties, although this time it is the focus of the target, and it has been beaten and fell apart, but there are still many people lurking, but most of them should be lurking in the army and have not been exposed. There is also the Baath Party, which is an old party and has been entrenched in Berlin, and although it has also received an impact this time, the damage is not large. ”

"However, the rest of the small organizations, such as the Shabaab, the Workers' Party, the Iron Blood, and the Endeavor faction, were not protected by the big men, and second, they acted perversely, and they often held rallies and speeches, and this time they all suffered heavy damage, and several of them were all wiped out, and even if they survived, there were only a few people left. I can't make any big waves. If you want to find a family to join, it is better to find the Revolutionary Party, and it is better to find the Baath Party, of course, whether you can find it or not is another matter. ”

"Oh, how did you know I was going to join them?"

"You are a foreigner, come to our Cuiliu Street, and ask about these things, why else? I know that the Spartacist Party has done that great thing, although it is not a success, but it also makes you young people very excited, and feel that there is a lot to be done. Actually, it's not as easy as you think! Although I have received your money, I have to say that none of your parties or factions can do great things. At least now, you can't do anything! You haven't been to Berlin, you don't know, just one gendarmerie has 3,000 people! Many of them are martial arts powerhouses, and there are not a few grandmaster-level people, and Lord Silver Eagle is a peerless powerhouse at the Venerable level, even if you party ties together, you can't beat it!"

He said with emotion: "In the final analysis, we in Germany are still respected by the strong, we have no strength, and we still want to change the national politics, that is simply a fool's dream! I advise you, it is better to go to your hometown as soon as possible, I see that you are not short of money, go home to get a few acres of land, be a small landlord, and have no worries about food and clothing, isn't it better than anything else? Why do you bother to do such a bloody transaction?"

"I didn't want to join them, I just asked, I was curious. Zhang Ang interrupted him and repeated.

"Okay, I see, is there anything else you'd like to ask?" the bartender stopped chattering.

"Has anything happened in Berlin lately?" asked Zhang Ang.

"Big deal...... bartender said again.

Another gold mark was paid, and he said: "There are not many big things, just a few, one is that the fighting on the Bavarian side is not going well, and Marshal Rudolph brought the Second Army to support last month." So there are a lot fewer people in the barracks outside the city, but well, the First Army is still there, and some small ones can't make any big waves. The second is that the son of the Minister of Defense was officially buried last week, and it is said that nearly 100 important figures of the Spartak Party accompanied him to the funeral. Third, because of the war, the prices in the city have risen a lot, but the government has not yet begun to control them, so it is still within the acceptable range, but well, I mind preparing some food at home in advance, after all, if the war is really under control, it will be too late, and if you want to eat now, buy more. ”

"Is that all?" Zhang Ang asked, seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"That's all for the big things, and some political things like conscription, tax increases, etc. Which aristocratic family married which aristocratic family, which earl was cuckolded, which duchess was amorous, and so on. Or maybe a few more people have died on our streets, and a few new batches of new goods have arrived, so you may not be interested. The bartender said lazily.

"Indeed, apart from the gendarmerie, are there any other great forces in the city?" asked Zhang Ang.

"Of course there is, the nearest one is the First Legion of the Empire outside the city, Your Majesty gives an order, you can directly enter the city, and then there is the city defense army, they are different from the gendarmerie, they generally operate around the city wall, not in the city. There are also the royal guards of the palace, they are all stronger than the gendarmerie, much stronger, after all, no matter how you think about it, there is a martial saint level in the palace after all. And some other big nobles should not be underestimated, although most of their private soldiers are in their fiefdoms, but even in Berlin, their strength is not weak at all, and the combination of several large families is not necessarily worse than the gendarmerie. And there are even more masters among them. Other words, whether it is a mercenary, or an adventurer or the like, are not on the table, and they are not worth mentioning. The bartender briefly introduced.

"Isn't there a guild here?" Zhang Ang suddenly asked.

"Guilds, guilds?" the bartender didn't understand.

"For example, mercenary guilds, workers' unions, trade guilds, etc., are organizations where everyone gathers to defend their interests. Zhang Ang explained simply.

"No, I haven't heard of it, although there are several organizations in our Cuiliu Street, they are all mixed, and they are not the 'guilds' you said. The bartender recalled.

"That's it......" Zhang Ang closed his eyes and pondered: "Okay, I understand, goodbye." ”

With that, he pushed the door open and left the bar.

(To be continued.) )