The economic crisis was like a plague that engulfed the entire European continent. It was not the coldest time of the year, but standing on the streets of Berlin, even without the dark clouds that served as a foil, one could clearly feel the bone-chilling and bleak chill.
Even during business hours, the rows of shops on Friedrichstrasse were deserted. The shop owners had put up promotional signs in front of their doors, but even so, it was difficult to attract customers with dry wallets to enter the shop.
Some shops simply closed their doors, such as the Norun Café at the corner of Friedrichstrasse. The antique wooden door and green vine decorations, from the high stools to the quaint bookshelves, all revealed a mysterious and elegant Renaissance atmosphere. If it was a normal day, the place would usually be full of tourists taking a break, or young artists studying at the nearby university.
However, at this moment, the shop had already hung up a closed sign.
Everyone's life was not good.
Just then, a person in a gray trench coat walked on the street.
She lowered her head, and the shadow of the brim of her hat covered her eyes, just like the unemployed everywhere in Berlin. The shop owner who stood in front of the shop to attract customers did not look at her. After all, no one would think that she would walk into one of his shops. This kind of person should go to the bar. Only there was the home of the unemployed. In the current economic downturn, only beer sold the best in Germany.
However, she did not walk into the bar. Instead, she turned a corner and walked to the closed Norun Café.
Three long knocks and two short knocks, she gently knocked on the door.
"Closed today." The shop owner's impatient voice came from behind the wooden door.
"I come from the night." The woman's voice under the brim of the hat was steady and a little hoarse. The voice was very pleasant. If one only listened to the voice, she should be a beauty.
"Nightingale?"
"No, it's a ghost."
All the secret signs matched.
The sound of a lock being unlocked came from behind the door.
After a while, the wooden door of the coffee shop opened. Behind the door was a middle-aged shop owner who had begun to go bald.
The shop owner bowed and welcomed the woman in the trench coat into the coffee shop. She took off her hat and hung it on the hanger by the wall. Her name was Monica Geller, but she hadn't used it for a while after she became a "ghost". After becoming a foreign agent, they would use a code name instead of their name. Her code name was Guinevere, which came from a certain legend.
"Do you need me to turn on the air conditioner?" the owner of the coffee shop asked.
"No, I won't be staying here for long." Monica shook her head and looked around the shop. "The decor here is not bad. How much did you spend?"
"About a few hundred thousand euros? Anyway, it's not very expensive, "the shop owner said with a smile.
Monica nodded and did not linger on this question. Instead, she walked into the deepest part of the coffee shop. In the last row, there was a middle-aged man with a Slavic face. When he noticed Monica, the middle-aged man stood up and bowed like a gentleman, inviting her to take a seat.
This was the KGB's stronghold. This was the first time the two sides had cooperated on the German issue.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Guinevere. Would you like me to order a cup of coffee?" The middle-aged man said in a gentlemanly manner.
"No, Mr. Sphinx, I won't stay here for too long. Can we get straight to the point?" Monica shook her head and sat across from him.
"Of course."
Putting down the coffee cup, the man called Sphinx stopped smiling and put on a serious expression.
"We have been in contact with the Germans who want to change the status quo."
"What did they say?" Monica's fingers gently tapped on the table as if she was lost in thought.
"The New Choice Party has more than half of the members of the Federal Parliament. Most of them are threatened or bribed by the Jewish Consortium. It is difficult to end the Jewish Consortium's behind-the-scenes rule of Frankberg through peaceful means. We must consider other ways. "
"Such as armed uprising?" Monica's mouth curved. Planning rebellions seemed to be the field of expertise of Ghost Agents.
However, Sphinx did not give a direct answer. He just nodded with a dignified expression.
"This is the last option."
"Let's get straight to the point. What do you need us to do here?" Monica leaned back in the chair and said slowly.
"We have an arsenal hidden in Ukraine. The weapons inside are enough to arm two infantry brigades. I need you to help us transport weapons into Frankberg in case of any accidents. As for where these equipment are transported to, I can only reveal that we have a secret arsenal in the border mountains of Frankberg. "
"This is a dirty job." Monica did not immediately agree, but said thoughtfully, "Your people can't transport the weapons in?"
"As long as it is not discovered, it is not," Sphinx said seriously. "We are short of manpower in Frankberg. If you can help, it would be the best. If not, we can only find a way ourselves."
Monica pondered for a long time and finally said.
"Transport the weapons to the Madagascar Peninsula, and we will be responsible for transporting them into Frankberg."
After getting a positive answer, Sphinx was relieved and thanked her in a relaxed tone.
"On behalf of the KGB, I would like to thank you."
"You're welcome. Jiang Chen sent me to assist you. You can thank him," Monica said softly. "You asked me to come this time just for the weapons?"
"Not exactly. There is one more important thing." After a pause, Sphinx said solemnly, "Our intelligence experts previously analyzed that the attack in Ber may have been a self-directed incident, and the producer was the Rothschild family. The two presidents who died in the theater were just victims of the power struggle."
"We also made similar speculations, but unfortunately, there is no evidence to prove it," Monica said.
"Fortunately, we have collected some clues." With that, the Sphinx took out a small piece of paper 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 good at interrogation, right? I'll leave this big fish to you. "
"It seems that you are very well-informed." Monica put away the note and stood up from her seat. "You can look forward to our good news. In addition, what about the person you are looking for? Do you have any clues? "
"I have found him." Sphinx rolled up his sleeves and glanced at his watch. "If I calculated the time difference correctly, he should be at Coro Airport now."
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