I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 903: Conspiracy in Berlin

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The economic crisis is like a plague, sweeping across the continent. 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 decline, you can clearly feel the cold and the sorrow that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Even during business hours, the row of shops on Friedrichstrasse are inaccessible in front of the door. Shopkeepers have posted slogans for price reductions at the door, but even so, it is difficult to attract customers with shrunken wallets to enter the store for consumption.

Some shops simply closed the door, such as the Nolan cafe on the corner of Friedrichstrasse. Antique wooden doors and turquoise vine ornaments, from the high stool to the quaint bookshelf, all show the mysterious and elegant Renaissance atmosphere. If it is usual, there are usually tourists who are full of rest, or young people of literature and art who are studying in a nearby university.

However, at this moment, this shop has been hung up early.

Everyone has a hard time.

At this moment, a man in a gray trench coat walked onto this street.

She lowered her head, and the shadow of the brim blocked her eyes, just like the unemployed everywhere in Berlin. The shop owner standing in front of the shop did not glance at him. After all, no one would think he would go into his own shop to spend. Such people should go to the bar, and only there is the home of the unemployed. In the current economic downturn, only beer in Germany is the best seller.

However, instead of walking into the bar, he turned a corner and walked to the closed Norron coffee shop.

Three long and two short, he gently knocked on the door.

"Closed today." There was an impatient voice behind the wooden door.

"I'm from the night." The female voice under the brim was calm and a little hoarse. That sound is very nice, if she only listens to it, she should be a beauty.

"Nightingale?"

"No, it's a ghost."

All passwords are matched.

The sound of unlocking came from behind the door.

After a while, the wooden door of the coffee shop opened. Behind the door was a middle-aged shopkeeper who had begun to thank Xing.

As the owner bowed to meet, the windbreaker walked into the coffee shop, took off her hat and hung it on the hanger by the wall. Her name is Monica Geller, but this name has not been used for a while after she became a "ghost". After becoming overseas agents, they will all use codenames instead of names, and her codename, called Gurney, 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 long." Monica shook her head and looked around the shop. "The decor is good here, how much do you spend?"

"Probably hundreds of thousands of euros? It's not very expensive anyway." The shopkeeper said with a smile.

Monica nodded and did not stop on this issue, but walked towards the deepest part of the coffee shop. In the last row, a man with a middle-aged Slavic face was sitting. When the idea came to Monica, the middle-aged man stood up and bowed very gentleman, inviting her to take a seat.

This is the KGB stronghold. This is the first time the two sides have cooperated on the German issue.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Genivier, do you need me to order a cup of coffee?" the middle-aged man said very gentleman.

"No, Mr. Sphinx, I won't stay here for too long, can I go directly to the topic?" Monica shook her head and sat across from him.

"Of course."

Putting down the coffee cup, the man called Sphinx calmed his hippie smile and replaced it with a serious expression.

"We have already contacted Germans who want to change the status quo."

"What do they say?" Monica's finger lightly tapped the table, as if she was thinking.

"The New Choice Party occupies more than half of the members of the German Federal Parliament, and most of them are threatened or bought by the Jewish consortium. It is difficult to end the Jewish consortium ’s behind-the-scenes rule over Germany by peaceful means. Way. "

"Like an armed uprising?" Monica's mouth was bent, and planning rebellion seemed to be the area where ghost agents were best at.

However, Sphinx did not give a direct answer, but nodded solemnly.

"This is the last option."

"Say it directly, what do you need from us?" Monica leaned back in her chair and said slowly.

"We have a arsenal in Ukraine that has enough weapons to arm two infantry brigades. I need you to help us transport the weapons into Germany in case of unforeseen circumstances. As for where these equipment are shipped, I can only It is revealed that we have a hidden arsenal in the mountainous area bordering Germany and Austria. "

"This is a dirty job." Monica did not immediately agree, but said thoughtfully, "Can't your people bring weapons in?"

"As long as it is not found, it is not." Sphinx said seriously, "Our staff in Germany is very tight, if you can help, it is best, if it is not possible, we can only ourselves Find a way. "

Monica pondered for a long time before finally speaking.

"Shipping weapons to Madagascar, we will be responsible for transporting them into Germany."

With a positive answer, Sphinx let out a sigh of relief and thanked with a relaxed tone.

"I thank you on behalf of the KGB."

"You do n’t have to be polite, Jiang Chen, you can thank him." Monica said softly, "This time I was just looking for a weapon?"

"Not exactly, there is one more important thing." After a pause, Sphinx said seriously, "Our intelligence experts have analyzed that the attack in Munich may have been self-directed. Incident, and the producer is the Rothschild family, and the two presidents who died in the theater are only the victims of the power struggle. "

"We made a similar guess, but unfortunately, there is no evidence to prove it." Monica said.

"Luckily, we have collected some clues." Then, Sphinx pulled a small note from his pocket, put it gently on the table, and pushed it to Monica's body Formerly, "There is an address and a photo on it. I heard that you are good at torture? This big fish has been given to you."

"It seems that your news is very well informed." Monica put away the note and stood up from the seat. "You can look forward to our good news. In addition, we get rid of your search What about people? Do you have eyebrows? "

"I've found it," Sphinx rolled up his sleeves and glanced at his watch. "If my jet lag is correct, he should be at Coro Island Airport now." (To be continued.)