The economic crisis swept across the European continent like a plague.
It is not the coldest time of the year, but standing on the streets of Berlin at this moment, even without the dark clouds that set off the decay, you can clearly feel the cold and desolation that penetrates your bones.
Even when it is open, the shops lined up in Friedrich Street are rarely visited in front of them.
Store owners have put out slogans for price reduction promotions at the door, but even so, it is difficult to attract customers with dry wallets to enter the store to spend.
Some shops simply closed their doors, such as the Nolung Café located on the corner of Friedrich Street.
The ancient wooden doors and green vine ornaments all show the mysterious and elegant Renaissance atmosphere from the high stool to the quaint bookshelf.
If it is the usual place, it is usually full of tourists who are resting or literary youths studying in college nearby.
However, at this moment, the store had already launched a sign of closing.
Everyone has a hard time.
Just then, a man in a gray windbreaker walked on the street.
She lowered her head, the shadow of the brim of her hat blocked her eyes, just like the unemployed people everywhere in Berlin.
The store that stood at the door of the store and personally took care of customers did not look at him. After all, no one would think he would go to his own store to consume.
Such people should go to bars, only there is the home of the unemployed. In a time when the economic situation is sluggish, only beer sells best in Germany.
However, he did not walk into the bar, but turned a corner and walked towards the Nuolun Coffee Shop, which was closed.
Three long and two short, he knocked on the door gently.
Business is closed today.Behind the wooden door, the store owner's impatient voice came.
I come from the night.The female voice under the brim of the hat was calm and hoarse.The sound was nice, and if she only listened to the sound, she should be a beauty.
nightingale?
No, it's a ghost.
All the codes are matched.
The sound of unlocking came from behind the door.
After a while, the wooden door of the coffee shop opened, and behind it was a middle-aged shop owner who had already started to bald.
After the owner bowed to greet him, the woman in the windbreaker walked into the coffee shop, took off her hat and hung it on the clothes hanger by the wall.
Her name is Monica Geller, but it has not been used for a while since she became a ghost.
After becoming overseas agents, they will replace their names with code names, and her code name is Gneville, comes from a certain myth.
Do I need to turn on the air conditioner?The owner of the coffee shop asked.
No, I won't stay here for a long time.Monica shook her head and looked around the store. The decoration here is good, how much did you spend?
About hundreds of thousands of euros?Not very expensive anyway.The shop owner said with a smile.
Monica nodded, not stopping on this issue, but heading towards the deepest part of the coffee shop.
In the last row, a man with a middle-aged Slav's face sat.
When the idea of Monica was found, the middle-aged man stood up and bowed gentlemanly, inviting her to take her seat.
This is the KGB stronghold, and this is the first time that both sides cooperate with each other on the German issue.
I'm glad to meet you, Miss Gnevre, do you need me to order a cup of coffee?The middle-aged man said very gentlemanly.
No, Mr. Sphinx, I won’t stay here for too long. Can I get to the point directly?Monica shook her head and sat opposite him and said.
sure.
Putting down the coffee cup, the man called Sphinx restrained his hippie smile and changed into a serious expression.
We have already contacted the Germans who want to change the status quo.
What do they say?Monica gently tapped the desktop with her fingers, as if she was in thought.
The New Selection Party has more than half of the members of the German Federal Parliament, most of whom are threatened or bought by Jewish consortiums.It is difficult to end the Jewish consortium's behind-the-scenes rule over Germany through peaceful means, and we must consider other ways.
For example, an armed uprising?Monica's mouth curled, planning a rebellion seemed to be the area where ghost agents were best at.
However, Sphinx did not give a direct reply, but nodded with a serious expression.
This is the last option.
Let’s just say, what do you need us to do?Monica leaned against the chair and said slowly.
We have a weapon tent in Ukraine, and the weapons inside are enough to arm two infantry brigades.I need you to help us transport our weapons into Germany in case of accidents.As for where these equipment are shipped, I can only reveal now that we have a secret arsenal in the mountainous areas of the German-Austria border.
This is a dirty job.Monica did not agree immediately, but said thoughtfully, "Can't your people bring the weapons in?"
As long as it is not discovered, it is not.Sphinx said seriously that our staff in Germany are very tight, and it is best if you can help. If it really doesn't work, we can only find a way for ourselves.
Monica pondered for a long time and finally spoke.
We will transport the weapons to the Madagascar Peninsula and we will be responsible for transporting them into Germany.
Upon receiving a positive reply, Sphinx breathed a sigh of relief and thanked in a relaxed tone.
On behalf of the KGB, I would like to thank you.
You're welcome. Jiang Chen sent me to help you. You can thank him.Monica said softly, "I'm asking me for a weapon this time?"
Not exactly, there is another more important thing.After a pause, Sphinx said seriously that our intelligence experts analyzed that the attack in Munich might have been a self-directed and self-acted event, while the producers were the Rothschild family, and the two presidents who died in the theater were only victims of the power struggle.
We have made similar speculations, but unfortunately, there is no evidence to prove it.Monica said.
Fortunately, we have collected some clues.As he said that, Sphinx took out a small note from his pocket, placed it gently on the table, and then pushed it to Monica. There was an address and a photo on it. I heard that you are very good at questioning?This big fish is left to you.
It seems that you have a good news.Monica put away the note and stood up from her seat. You can look forward to our good news a little.Also, where are we getting rid of the people you are looking for?Have any eyebrows?
Already found.Sphinx rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch. If the jet lag was correct, he should be at the Koro Island Airport now.
It is not the coldest time of the year, but standing on the streets of Berlin at this moment, even without the dark clouds that set off the decay, you can clearly feel the cold and desolation that penetrates your bones.
Even when it is open, the shops lined up in Friedrich Street are rarely visited in front of them.
Store owners have put out slogans for price reduction promotions at the door, but even so, it is difficult to attract customers with dry wallets to enter the store to spend.
Some shops simply closed their doors, such as the Nolung Café located on the corner of Friedrich Street.
The ancient wooden doors and green vine ornaments all show the mysterious and elegant Renaissance atmosphere from the high stool to the quaint bookshelf.
If it is the usual place, it is usually full of tourists who are resting or literary youths studying in college nearby.
However, at this moment, the store had already launched a sign of closing.
Everyone has a hard time.
Just then, a man in a gray windbreaker walked on the street.
She lowered her head, the shadow of the brim of her hat blocked her eyes, just like the unemployed people everywhere in Berlin.
The store that stood at the door of the store and personally took care of customers did not look at him. After all, no one would think he would go to his own store to consume.
Such people should go to bars, only there is the home of the unemployed. In a time when the economic situation is sluggish, only beer sells best in Germany.
However, he did not walk into the bar, but turned a corner and walked towards the Nuolun Coffee Shop, which was closed.
Three long and two short, he knocked on the door gently.
Business is closed today.Behind the wooden door, the store owner's impatient voice came.
I come from the night.The female voice under the brim of the hat was calm and hoarse.The sound was nice, and if she only listened to the sound, she should be a beauty.
nightingale?
No, it's a ghost.
All the codes are matched.
The sound of unlocking came from behind the door.
After a while, the wooden door of the coffee shop opened, and behind it was a middle-aged shop owner who had already started to bald.
After the owner bowed to greet him, the woman in the windbreaker walked into the coffee shop, took off her hat and hung it on the clothes hanger by the wall.
Her name is Monica Geller, but it has not been used for a while since she became a ghost.
After becoming overseas agents, they will replace their names with code names, and her code name is Gneville, comes from a certain myth.
Do I need to turn on the air conditioner?The owner of the coffee shop asked.
No, I won't stay here for a long time.Monica shook her head and looked around the store. The decoration here is good, how much did you spend?
About hundreds of thousands of euros?Not very expensive anyway.The shop owner said with a smile.
Monica nodded, not stopping on this issue, but heading towards the deepest part of the coffee shop.
In the last row, a man with a middle-aged Slav's face sat.
When the idea of Monica was found, the middle-aged man stood up and bowed gentlemanly, inviting her to take her seat.
This is the KGB stronghold, and this is the first time that both sides cooperate with each other on the German issue.
I'm glad to meet you, Miss Gnevre, do you need me to order a cup of coffee?The middle-aged man said very gentlemanly.
No, Mr. Sphinx, I won’t stay here for too long. Can I get to the point directly?Monica shook her head and sat opposite him and said.
sure.
Putting down the coffee cup, the man called Sphinx restrained his hippie smile and changed into a serious expression.
We have already contacted the Germans who want to change the status quo.
What do they say?Monica gently tapped the desktop with her fingers, as if she was in thought.
The New Selection Party has more than half of the members of the German Federal Parliament, most of whom are threatened or bought by Jewish consortiums.It is difficult to end the Jewish consortium's behind-the-scenes rule over Germany through peaceful means, and we must consider other ways.
For example, an armed uprising?Monica's mouth curled, planning a rebellion seemed to be the area where ghost agents were best at.
However, Sphinx did not give a direct reply, but nodded with a serious expression.
This is the last option.
Let’s just say, what do you need us to do?Monica leaned against the chair and said slowly.
We have a weapon tent in Ukraine, and the weapons inside are enough to arm two infantry brigades.I need you to help us transport our weapons into Germany in case of accidents.As for where these equipment are shipped, I can only reveal now that we have a secret arsenal in the mountainous areas of the German-Austria border.
This is a dirty job.Monica did not agree immediately, but said thoughtfully, "Can't your people bring the weapons in?"
As long as it is not discovered, it is not.Sphinx said seriously that our staff in Germany are very tight, and it is best if you can help. If it really doesn't work, we can only find a way for ourselves.
Monica pondered for a long time and finally spoke.
We will transport the weapons to the Madagascar Peninsula and we will be responsible for transporting them into Germany.
Upon receiving a positive reply, Sphinx breathed a sigh of relief and thanked in a relaxed tone.
On behalf of the KGB, I would like to thank you.
You're welcome. Jiang Chen sent me to help you. You can thank him.Monica said softly, "I'm asking me for a weapon this time?"
Not exactly, there is another more important thing.After a pause, Sphinx said seriously that our intelligence experts analyzed that the attack in Munich might have been a self-directed and self-acted event, while the producers were the Rothschild family, and the two presidents who died in the theater were only victims of the power struggle.
We have made similar speculations, but unfortunately, there is no evidence to prove it.Monica said.
Fortunately, we have collected some clues.As he said that, Sphinx took out a small note from his pocket, placed it gently on the table, and then pushed it to Monica. There was an address and a photo on it. I heard that you are very good at questioning?This big fish is left to you.
It seems that you have a good news.Monica put away the note and stood up from her seat. You can look forward to our good news a little.Also, where are we getting rid of the people you are looking for?Have any eyebrows?
Already found.Sphinx rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch. If the jet lag was correct, he should be at the Koro Island Airport now.
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