Chapter 903 The Berlin Conspiracy
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The economic crisis has swept across the entire continent of Europe like a plague. It is not the coldest time of the year yet, but standing on the streets of Berlin at this moment, even without the dark clouds that set off the decline, you can clearly feel the coldness and depression that penetrates into the bone marrow.
Even during business hours, there are few people in front of the rows of shops on Friedrichstrasse. Shopkeepers put up promotional slogans at the door one after another, but even so, it was difficult to attract customers with dry wallets to enter the store for consumption.
Some shops simply closed their doors, such as the Knollon Café on the corner of Friedrichstraße. The antique wooden doors and turquoise vine ornaments, from the high stools to the simple bookshelves, all show the mysterious and elegant Renaissance atmosphere. If it is usual, this place is usually full of tourists resting their feet, or literary youths who are studying in nearby universities.
However, at this moment, the store has put up the sign of closure early.
Everyone is having a hard time.
Just then, a man in a gray windbreaker walked onto the street.
She bowed her head, the shadow of the brim of her hat covering her eyes, like so many unemployed people in Berlin. The shopkeeper who was standing at the door of the shop personally picking up customers did not look at him. After all, no one would think that he would walk into his own shop for consumption. This kind of person should go to the bar, only there is the home of the unemployed. In the current economic downturn, only beer sells best in Germany.
However, he didn't go into the bar, but turned a corner and walked towards the closed Nolon coffee shop.
Three long and two short, he knocked lightly on the door.
"Closed today." The shopkeeper's impatient voice came from behind the wooden door.
"I come from the night." The female voice under the hat brim was calm and slightly hoarse. That voice is very nice, if you only listen to the voice, she should be a beauty.
"nightingale?"
"No, it's a ghost."
All the codes match.
There was the sound of a lock being unlocked behind the door.
After a while, the wooden door of the coffee shop opened, and behind the door was a middle-aged owner who had begun to bald.
The woman in the windbreaker walked into the coffee shop as the owner bowed to greet her, took off her hat and hung it on the hanger by the wall. Her name is Monica Geller, but after she became a "ghost",
Haven't used it for a while. After becoming foreign agents, they would all use their code names instead of their names, and her code name, Guinevere, came from a certain myth and legend.
"Should I turn on the air conditioner?" the owner of the coffee shop asked.
"No need, I won't stay here for long." Monica shook her head and looked around the store, "The decoration here is nice, how much did you spend?"
"About hundreds of thousands of euros? Anyway, it's not very expensive." The owner said with a smile.
Monica nodded, without stopping at this question, but walked towards the deepest part of the coffee shop. In the last row sat a middle-aged man with a Slav face. When he saw Monica, the middle-aged man stood up and bowed like a gentleman, inviting her to take a seat.
This is the stronghold of the KGB. On the German issue, this is the first time that the two sides have cooperated.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Guinevere, do you want me to order a cup of coffee?" The middle-aged man said very gentlemanly.
"No need, Mr. Sphinx, I won't stay here for too long, can I get straight to the point?" Monica shook her head, sat opposite him and said.
"sure."
Putting down the coffee cup, the man called the Sphinx restrained his playful smile and put on a serious expression.
"We have reached out to Germans who want to change the status quo."
"What did they say?" Monica tapped the table lightly with her fingers, as if she was lost in thought.
"The AfD holds more than half of the members of the German Bundestag, and most of them have been threatened or bought by the Jewish consortium. It is difficult to end the Jewish consortium's behind-the-scenes rule of Germany through peaceful means. We must consider other ways."
"Such as an armed uprising?" The corner of Monica's mouth was bent, and planning a rebellion seemed to be the field that Ghost Agent was best at.
However, Sphinx did not give a direct answer, but nodded solemnly.
"This is the last option."
"Just tell me, what do you need us to do?" Monica leaned back on the chair and said slowly.
"We have an arsenal in Ukraine with enough weapons to equip two infantry brigades. I need you to help us transport the weapons to Germany in case of any eventuality. As for where these equipment will be shipped, I can only reveal that we are in the There is a hidden arsenal in the mountains on the German-Austrian border."
"This is a dirty job." Monica didn't agree immediately, but said thoughtfully, "Can't your people bring in the weapons?"
"As long as it is not discovered, it is not." Sphinx said seriously, "Our manpower in Germany is very tight, it would be best if you can help, if it is not possible, we can only find a way by ourselves. "
Monica pondered for a long time, and finally spoke.
"Send the weapons to the peninsula of Madagascar, and we will take care of transporting them into Germany."
After getting an affirmative answer, Sphinx breathed a sigh of relief and thanked in a relaxed tone.
"On behalf of the KGB, I thank you."
"You're welcome, Jiang Chen sent me to assist you, you can thank him." Monica said softly, "I'm only here for weapons?"
"Not exactly, there is one more important thing." After a pause, Sphinx said seriously, "Our intelligence experts previously analyzed that the attack in Munich might be a self-directed and self-acted incident, and The producers were the Rothschilds, and the two presidents who died in the theater were just victims of a power struggle."
"We also made a similar guess, but unfortunately, there is no evidence to prove it." Monica said.
"Fortunately, we have collected some clues." As he spoke, Sphinx took out a small note from his pocket, gently placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Monica, " There is an address and a photo on it, I heard that you are very good at torture? This big fish is handed over to you."
"It seems that your news is very good." Monica put away the note and stood up from her seat at the same time, "You can look forward to our good news for a while. In addition, we will get rid of the person you are looking for ? Do you have any clues?"
"I've found it." Sphinx rolled up his sleeves and glanced at his watch. "If my time difference is correct, he should be at Koro Island Airport now." (To be continued.)
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