The economic crisis swept across the entire European continent like a plague. It's 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 desolation that penetrate into your bones.
Even during business hours, the rows of shops on Friedrichstrasse are deserted. Store owners have put up promotion slogans at the door. However, even so, it is difficult to attract customers with thin wallets to enter the store and make purchases.
Some shops have simply closed their doors, such as the Nollon Café on the corner of Friedrichstraße. The antique wooden doors and turquoise vine decorations, from the high stools to the primitive bookshelves, all reflect the mysterious and elegant Renaissance atmosphere. On a normal day, this place would usually be filled with tourists taking a rest, or young artistic people studying at nearby universities.
However, at this moment, this store has put up a sign of closure early.
Everyone has a hard time.
At this moment, a man in a gray windbreaker walked onto the street.
She lowered her head, and the shadow of the brim of her hat blocked her eyes, just like the unemployed seen everywhere in Berlin. The shopkeeper who was standing at the door of the shop personally soliciting customers did not look at him. After all, no one would think that he would walk into his own shop to make purchases. Such people should go to bars. Only there is where the unemployed go. In the current economic downturn, only beer sells best in Germany.
However, he did not walk into the bar, but turned a corner and walked towards the closed Nolon Coffee Shop.
Three long and two short, he knocked gently on the door.
"Closed today." The store owner's impatient voice came from behind the wooden door.
"I come from the night." The female voice under the brim of the hat was calm and a little hoarse. That voice is very nice. If you just listen to the voice, she should be a beauty.
"nightingale?"
"No, it's a ghost."
All the codes match.
There was the sound of unlocking 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.
As the shopkeeper bowed to greet her, the woman in trench coat walked into the coffee shop, took off her hat and hung it on the hanger on the wall. Her name is Monica Geller, but this name has not been used for some time since she became a "ghost". After becoming overseas agents, they will all use codenames instead of their names, and her codename, Guinevere, comes from a certain myth and legend.
"Do you need me to turn on the air conditioner?" the coffee shop owner asked.
"No, I won't stay here for long." Monica shook her head and looked around the store, "The decoration here is good, how much did you spend?"
"About several hundred thousand euros? It's not very expensive anyway." The shop owner said with a smile.
Monica nodded and did not stop at this question, but walked towards the deepest part of the coffee shop. Sitting in the last row was a middle-aged man with a Slavic face. When the idea came to Monica, the middle-aged man stood up, bowed like a gentleman, and invited her to take a seat.
This is the stronghold of the KGB, and this is the first time the two sides have cooperated on the German issue.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Guinevere, would you like me to order some coffee?" the middle-aged man said in a very gentlemanly manner.
"No, Mr. Sphinx, I won't stay here for too long, can you get to the point?" Monica shook her head and sat opposite him and said.
"sure."
Putting down the coffee cup, the man known as the Sphinx stopped his playful smile and put on a serious expression.
"We have been in contact with Germans who want to change the status quo."
"What did they say?" Monica tapped her finger lightly on the table, as if she was lost in thought.
"The Alternative for Germany occupies more than half of the members of the German Bundestag, and most of them have been threatened or bribed 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."
"Like an armed uprising?" Monica's mouth curved. Planning rebellion seemed to be the area where ghost agents were best at.
However, the 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 here?" Monica leaned on the chair and said slowly.
"We have a weapons depot hidden in Ukraine. The weapons in it are enough to arm two infantry brigades. I need you to help us transport the weapons into Germany in case of emergencies. As for where the equipment will be transported, I can only reveal where we are now. There is a secret arsenal in the mountains on the German-Austrian border.”
"This is a dirty job." Monica did not agree immediately, but said thoughtfully, "Can't your people transport the weapons in?"
"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 doesn't work, we can only find a way ourselves. "
Monica thought for a long time and finally spoke.
"Bring the weapons to Madagascar and we will take care of transporting them into Germany."
After receiving a positive reply, the Sphinx breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him in a relaxed tone.
"On behalf of the KGB, I would like to express my gratitude to you."
"You're welcome, Jiang Chen, you can thank him for sending me to assist you." Monica said softly, "You came to me this time just for weapons?"
"Not entirely, there is another more important thing." After a moment of pause, Sphinx said seriously, "Our intelligence experts previously analyzed that the attack in Munich may have been a self-directed and self-staged incident. The producers were the Rothschilds, and the two presidents who died in the theater were just victims of a power struggle."
"We have also made similar speculations, 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, placed it gently on the table, and then pushed it in front of Monica, " There is an address and a photo on it. I heard that you are good at torture? 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 some good news from us. In addition, where are we getting rid of the person you are looking for? ?Do you have any clues?"
"Already found." Sphinx rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch. "If my time difference calculation is correct, he should be at the Koro Island Airport now." (.)