The economic crisis is like a plague, sweeping across the continent. It is not the coldest time of the year. However, standing on the streets of Berlin at this moment, even without the dark clouds that set off the decline, can clearly feel the cold and depression of the deep bone marrow.

Even in the business hours, the shops of Friedrichstrasse are very inaccessible. Shopkeepers have slogans for price reduction promotions at the door, but even so, it is difficult to attract customers whose wallets are dry to enter the store.

Some shops simply closed the door, such as the Noord Cafe on the corner of Friedrichstrasse. Antique wooden doors and turquoise vine ornaments, from the high stools to the quaint bookshelves, all show a mysterious and elegant Renaissance atmosphere. If it is normal, it is usually filled with tourists, or literary youth who are studying at a nearby university.

At the moment, however, the store hangs up the sign of closing the business early.

Everyone’s days are not good.

Just then, a man in a gray trench coat walked onto the street.

She lowered her head and the shadow of her hat blocked her eyes, just like the unemployed everywhere in Berlin. The shopkeeper who stood at the door of the store personally did not look at him. After all, no one would think that he would go into which store to consume. This kind of person should go to the bar, only where there is the fate of the unemployed. In the current economic downturn, only the best beer in Germany is sold.

However, he did not walk into the bar, but turned a corner and went to the Noon coffee shop that closed the door.

Three long and two short, he gently licked the door.

"Today is closed." Behind the wooden door came the voice of the store's impatient.

"I am from the night." The female voice under the hat was calm and a little hoarse. The voice is very good. If she only listens to the sound, she should be a beauty.

"nightingale?"

"No, it's a ghost."

The secret numbers are all on.

There was a sound of unlocking behind the door.

After a while, the wooden door of the coffee shop opened, and behind the door was a middle-aged shopkeeper who had already begun to thank him.

Under the welcoming of the owner, the windbreaker woman walked into the coffee shop and took off her hat and hung it on the hanger near the wall. Her name is Monica Geller, but the name has not been used for some time after she became a "ghost." After becoming a foreign agent, they will replace the name with a code name, and her code name, named Gnavier, comes from a certain myth.

“Do you need me to turn on the air conditioner?” asked the owner of the coffee shop.

"No, I won't stay here for a long time." Monica shook her head and looked around the store. "The decor here is good. How much did you spend?"

"About hundreds of thousands of euros? Anyway, it is not very expensive." The owner said with a smile.

Monica nodded and didn't stop on this issue, but walked to the deepest part of the coffee shop. In the last row, a man sitting on the face of a middle-aged Slav. When the idea came to Monica, the middle-aged man got up and was a gentleman and gave her a seat.

Here is the stronghold of the KGB. On the German issue, this is the first time the two sides have cooperated.

"I am very glad to meet you, Miss Gnavier, need me to order a cup of coffee?" said the middle-aged man, a gentleman.

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

"of course can."

Putting down the coffee cup, the man called Sphinx converges on the look of a hippie smile and puts on a serious expression.

"We have been in contact with the Germans who want to change the status quo."

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

"The New Choice Party has more than half of the members of the German Federal Parliament, most of whom have been threatened or bought by the Jewish consortium. It is difficult to end the Jewish consortium's behind-the-scenes rule by Germany through peaceful means. We must consider other ways."

“For example, an armed uprising?” Monica’s mouth bent and planning a rebellion seemed to be the best area for Ghost agents.

However, Sphinx did not give a direct reply, but the expression dignified and nodded.

"This is the last option."

"Directly, what do you need to do on our side?" Monica leaned back in the chair, slowly speaking.

"We have an arsenal in Ukraine. The weapons inside are enough to arm two infantry brigades. I need you to help us transport the weapons into Germany in case of any event. As for where these equipments are shipped, I can only reveal that we are There is a hidden arsenal in the mountains of the German-Austrian border."

"This is a dirty job." Monica did not immediately agree, but said thoughtfully, "Can your people have no way to bring in the weapons?"

"As long as it is not discovered, it is not." Sphinx said seriously. "We are very nervous in Germany. If you can help, it is best. If it doesn't work, we can only find a solution." ”

Monica pondered for a long time, and finally said.

"The weapons are shipped to the Madagascar Peninsula and we will be responsible for transporting them to Germany."

With a positive answer, Sphinx breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him in a relaxed tone.

"I thank you on behalf of the KGB."

"You're welcome, send me to help you with Jiang Chen, you can thank him." Monica whispered, "Is this time just looking for me?"

"Not exactly, there is one more important thing." paused for a moment, Sphinx said seriously. "Previously our intelligence experts analyzed that the attack in Munich may be a self-directed event. The producer is the Rothschild family, and the two presidents who died in the theater are only victims of power struggles."

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

"Fortunately, we have collected some clues." Speaking, Sphinx took a small note from his pocket, gently placed it on the table, and then pushed it into front of Monica. There is an address on this, and a photo. I heard that you are very good at torture. This big fish is handed over to you."

"It seems that your news is very well-informed." Monica put away the note and stood up from her seat. "You can look forward to our good news. In addition, let's get rid of the people you are looking for." Is there a look?"

"I have found it," Sphinx picked up his sleeves and glanced at his watch. "If my time difference is not wrong, now he should be at the Korro airport." (To be continued.)