One Hundred and Three Espionage Wars

While most of the capitalist countries in the world were still struggling in the economic crisis, Germany, which was the first to survive the economic crisis, was thriving in the streets and alleys.

The walls are covered with propaganda posters of Accardo, the slogan of the Führer to save Germany is everywhere, new factories and shops are being built everywhere, as well as the renovated broad streets and various Mercedes-Benz and BMW cars running on them. The decor is more modern.

Berlin Wilhelmstraße, the world's most luxurious Royal White Lanhua Hotel has just been built, the lobby of the magnificent hotel, under the gorgeous chandelier, the waiter nods and salutes every guest who walks in.

In one of the features of the hotel, in the business cafe in the corner of the first floor, a young man in an SS officer's uniform was sipping coffee, while the opposite of him sat quietly. A bearded man in a plaid suit descended.

"Sorry, there is someone in this position, so please leave." The SS officer said with a chuckle.

"The sun at four o'clock in the afternoon really has a Cossack smell. Drinking a sip of vodka at this time and dying is definitely the happiest thing in life." The bearded looked around and said in the smallest voice.

"It's very safe here. The Bai Lanhua Group is the property of the head of state, so no one would think of us joining together here." The young SS officer glanced at the bearded man and persuaded softly.

"Be careful sailing for ten thousand years! It's nice to meet you, Mr. Vodka." The bearded man picked up the newspaper on the table: "You are the only remaining nail in the top ranks of the Comintern in Germany."

"This time I took the risk to bring this information out because the relationship was important, you know? There were traitors at the top of the Bolsheviks, so we lost a lot of comrades." The SS officer whispered, While talking, he threw the banknotes on the table, stood up and walked out.

The bearded man followed behind him with the newspaper, and the two walked out of the hotel's gate one after the other, then turned two corners and came to a deserted alley.

The officer handed the two papers to the bearded man: "Take this document to Slovakia, where someone will cover you to leave Germany. This document was found by the head of state in Prague when I was on a business trip. At that time, these documents were I was about to be taken away, so all I could do was take pictures."

"Can I get the original? You know that the more information that involves high-level personnel, the more accurate it must be." Beard stuffed the two documents into his pocket and confirmed with a frown.

"If you want the original, you can pick it up yourself. It is located in the archives on the basement floor of the head of state's office. There is a four-foot-thick reinforced concrete storage warehouse. There are seven checkpoints, four iron gates, and three different combination locks at the main entrance." The young party The guard officer said angrily: "Don't say I'm just a small lieutenant colonel, the top commander of our department, Major General Gaskel, has to take the order of the head of state if he wants to go in."

"Okay! I'm only responsible for sending this information back. As for how to deal with it, it's not up to people of my level." The bearded sighed: "Is there anything else to say?"

"In another submission, it is the approximate parameters of a German submarine with a displacement of 1,100 tons, which is much better than the stuff sold to us. I got it together this time, and I hope it can help you."

"Long live communism." Beard took out an envelope from another pocket: "Here is 10,000 dollars, save some money, and I will deposit the rest for you in a bank in the Netherlands until you retire. …”

"Alright.

Everyone knows that no one in our industry can live to retire. "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 to China, I will invite you to drink vodka."

"Is it enough for me to go back to China if I get another piece of information?" The young man thought about it and asked: "I can retire with one more top-secret information. If there is a chance, I will find a way to take the German leopard I got the design drawing of the tank."

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

"If it's alright, leave a message at the old place..." The young man flipped open the holster on his waist belt, found an intersection, and ran in the other direction. When he saw a stairway, he turned around and got out. go in. The reason why we meet here is because he has an unused house here, and he can get in at any time as if nothing happened, and lie in bed waiting for the searchers to pass by.

As soon as he closed his door, he heard gunshots not far away, two crisp sounds, and then there was no sound. After a while, in the corridor outside the door, there were scattered sounds of leather boots stepping on the stairs, followed by hurried knocks on the door.

He hid the ten thousand dollars separately in the book and under the bed, deliberately messed up the officer's uniform, then poured some whiskey that had been prepared on the table on himself, and took a few sips. The Communists, code-named Vodka, waited for the SS to knock on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom!" There was finally a knock on the door, and a voice shouted from outside: "The SS searches! Please cooperate! Open the door immediately! Or we'll knock it open! Hurry up!"

Vodka deliberately made his footsteps heavier, walked to the door and opened the door, and asked the person outside the door with a drunken look: "What do you want to search? Hurry up! I Going to sleep!"

"Long live the Führer!" The SS captain outside the door saw his rank and immediately stood at attention and saluted. The two soldiers behind him also stood at attention and held their submachine guns horizontally to their chests: "Long live the Führer!"

"The Führer... Long live!" Vodka replied with a sway, and then let the door open: "Please take your time! Don't steal my wine! Hic... er... remember to lock the door when you leave."

"I'm sorry! Sir! You don't need to search here! Excuse me!" The SS captain respectfully exited the door and helped close the door.

The moment the door was closed, Vodka let out a long sigh of relief. It seemed that this time, he had successfully avoided it.

However, can the beard escape? Only God knows. It seems that the original point of contact can no longer be used. Now he can only hide in secret, waiting for the organization to send someone to contact him with the highest-level password.

...

In the middle of the night, less than a kilometer from the headquarters of the Wehrmacht, a secret liaison post of the Comintern in the 3rd district of Berlin. Suddenly there was a knock on the door: "Dong, dong, dong."

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

"Who is it? It's so late, what's the matter?" he asked as he opened the door, but he didn't hear an answer, and he didn't speak again, because he saw a man lying outside the door, on the side of his coat It was stained red with blood. The man was lying on the ground on his side, still breathing weakly. Through the weak light, the old man saw that this man had a thick beard on his face.

"Take this! Give it to our comrades! Bring it back to... the motherland..." After the beard said these words, there was no more sound. The old man took the two rolls of film in the bearded hands, stared at the corpse for a few seconds, then turned around, put the two rolls of film in the mezzanine at the head of the bed, and checked the sheets after laying the sheets, and felt that nothing was wrong. Then he walked back to the door again and shouted: "My God! Someone! Help! Someone needs help here!"

"My God! What's wrong with this person?" A fat woman who came out of the door and wanted to help was startled by the sight in front of her. There were also several old neighbors who were similar to her, and no one dared to touch this. The gradually cold body, in a panic, arranged for a person to go to the nearby police station to call the police.

The police came very quickly, and brought a dozen SS soldiers with rifles. Apparently they were also looking for the bearded man, but they didn't find it so quickly.

"Sir, when did you find this body?" a police officer asked with a small notebook for records.

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

"Did he leave anything behind?" an SS officer who followed frowned and walked around the body before asking.

"I don't know. After I opened the door, I called for help. No one touched anything here. I don't know what you mean. This sir." The old man pointed to the old neighbors and replied.

The police officer took the SS officer to the side and whispered: "The people here are all old residents, and each can prove to each other that no one has taken anything from the corpse. They lived here at least ten years ago. Nothing suspicious."

"This man has a gun. We've been staring at him for a few days. Today he didn't know who he was connecting with. We didn't catch another one, but for sure, he couldn't have gotten anything!" The military officer said very irritably.

"Then what do you want to do, sir?" the police officer asked. "Take these old men and women back and torture them one by one?"

The SS officer stared at the police officer without making a sound for a long time. Finally, he glanced at everyone present and gave a vicious order: "Close the team!"