The hot wind in Libya cannot blow from Italy to the north of the Mediterranean. There is no wind or sand here, and the wind blows on the face with a gentle feeling.

On the streets, people wear summer clothes and enjoy the precious peace in the state of war.

Although it has already participated in the war in full, the country of Italy seems to have overdrawn all its heroism and fighting spirit in the era of the ancient Roman Empire.

There is no tension about war in the streets and alleys. People sing and dancing, as if the war is still far away from here.

However, just outside the city, German barrel trucks and trucks were connected together, declaring to people that the war was not actually far away.

This is the troops of the 21st Armored Division of the German Army, who are advancing south to the ports in southern Italy.

Those intimidating tanks were loaded on flatbeds and headed south along the railway line. The tanks were covered with canvas and were surrounded by troops from Germany.

Only the Italians passing by these places can feel the clouds from the war that have been pressed over their heads.

On the streets of Rome, in a French cafe, a young man pushed open the door and threw a string of car keys on a coffee table covered with a plaid tablecloth.

A middle-aged man holding the newspaper and waiting for someone raised his head and squinted his eyes and looked at the young man walking into the door.

"I said, don't whisper after you come in." After putting down the newspaper in your hand, the middle-aged man looked at the young man who had already sat down and asked with a smile.

"You have a telegram and let me rush to Italy far away, hoping to give me an explanation." The other party stared at the middle-aged man with a smile on his face and said lukewarmly.

"I also received an order from my superior. Who knows why he was so anxious to find you?" The middle-aged man was still smiling, making people feel sad.

The young man waved to the waiter in the distance, and the other party came over knowingly: "Sir, what do you need?"

"Give me a cup of coffee, thank you." While speaking, the young man threw a German goldmark on the waiter's menu in a generous manner.

The other party immediately smiled, picked up the golden mark with the menu, looked at the young man with charming eyes, and turned around and left reluctantly.

I guess if there was a middle-aged man sitting next to him, the blonde Italian girl would have sat down and talked about something else with this young and handsome guy.

"You still have this personality, making money is not easy, you know that." The middle-aged man said to the young people by following the newspaper.

His words made the young man laugh, and then the other party spread his hands, saying that he disagreed with this statement: "I think it's easy to make money."

Isn't it easy? A few days ago, he received his recent remuneration from German intelligence agencies, a total of 20,000 German goldmarks.

This is not a small amount of money. In such a war-torn era, he is enough to say that he is the young and promising group of young and promising people who are young and rich.

While explaining to himself with a smile, the young man whispered: "You must have fun in time when you get the money!"

"Your money is exchanged for life... Don't rush to spend all your money." The middle-aged man persuaded with great thought.

"Of course I know that my money was exchanged for my life. Because of this, if I don't rush to spend it, wouldn't it be a pity if I have no life to spend it?" the young man replied cynically.

He is very popular with girls. In this war and turbulent era, any young and generous man is very popular with girls.

Women like to have interactions with such men, and are even willing to hand over themselves to such men - even if they only have a short time, they will be greatly satisfied.

Whether spiritually or physically, they need comfort. And when they don’t know what they will be tomorrow, money and ambiguity become holy medicine for healing.

"I have warned you anyway. Since you think so, I will say nothing when I don't say anything." The middle-aged man shook his head and picked up the cold coffee in front of him.

After taking a sip, I felt the bitterness at the corners of my lips. The middle-aged man savored the coffee he had in his mouth, and he put down the cup until the sweetness surged onto his tongue.

By this time the waiter had returned and brought a cup of coffee, and sugar cubes on the tray.

The walking posture was so beautiful that I wanted to twist my butt to the extreme. The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and looked at the waitress who was like a peacock who opened her hair and smiled bitterly.

Obviously, if the man in front of him leaves an address, the woman will take the initiative to climb onto the man's bed at night.

Thinking of this, he continued to think about it viciously and couldn't help but look at this waiter with some charm.

Not bad, he is really a coquettish woman! He commented in his heart, and then picked up his own coffee to cover up his imagination.

The relatives of Nian threw all the sugar cubes on the plate into the coffee, then stirred them with a slender spoon for a few times, and let the coffee inside rotate in the cup.

"Tell me, ask me to come here, you have to explain something." The young man looked at the middle-aged man and asked again.

He is a man of great status in the German intelligence agency. It is impossible for him to let him put aside his work of collecting British intelligence for no reason and go to Italy to waste his time.

Intelligence is regional, time-sensitive and continuity. No matter how good a spy is, it is impossible for him to directly perform intelligence collection tasks across regions without any preparation.

Because intelligence gathering figures require long-term management of their connections, opportunities and time accumulation.

Therefore, the young man did not believe that the other party would easily abandon the connections he had built in the UK and let him give up the collection of information about the UK.

"I really don't know. I'm just your contact person, not your boss." The middle-aged man took a sip of cold coffee and still replied with a smile.

The middle-aged man really doesn't know why the German intelligence department is so anxious to get the young man in front of him back. After all, the other party has been very active intelligence personnel recently.

You should know that this young man is responsible for a lot of information from the UK and provides a lot of information about the bombing targets.

Such a young man was developed into a German spy in February. Now, half a year has passed and has carried out many intelligence missions against the UK.

"I don't know? What's going on? It's mysterious." The young man looked at the middle-aged man in front of him in confusion and muttered this sentence.

He already knew that he couldn't ask anything from the other party's mouth, because the other party obviously really didn't know why he called him to Italy.

"Okay! Since you don't know, I'll just wait here to see what the hell is going to do." Since he has confirmed that the other party doesn't know, he is too lazy to ask.

So the two of them leaned on the chair and drank coffee sips by bite. The middle-aged man became more calm and even grabbed the newspaper in front of him.

The cafe was very quiet, and time passed by minute by minute. Neither of them spoke, just waiting.

After a while, a couple who were drinking coffee in the corner left, and there were only two of them in the cafe, but neither seemed to want to continue talking.

The clocks on the wall ticked and the minute hand quickly walked around the dial for half a circle.

The young man finally couldn't sit still. He coughed and waited for the other party to put down the newspaper, and then he spoke, "This is a waste of time. I'm leaving. If you have any old rules, please contact me... Hell."

When he stood up, the middle-aged man did not stop him. He raised his head and looked at him with a smile: "I am only responsible for letting you come here. I am really sorry for other things!"

Seeing that the other party was not stopped, the young man was also confused, but he still stood up and glanced at the waitress who was secretly sending him off from time to time in the corner, and turned around and walked out of the cafe.

He pushed open the front door of the cafe and walked to the street. Before he could take two steps, two men in suits came up.

"Sir, is your name Ivan?" One of the men's familiar smile made the young man feel alert.

"I'm sorry, you recognized the wrong person..." He replied casually.

Ivan is his code name, a fake name used when executing people in German intelligence agencies.

Hearing the other party's mouth, he mentioned the name Ivan. He instinctively answered a lie, wanting to deny his identity.

"So, since you are not Ivan, then, are you familiar with the name Dasko Popov?" The other party still had that annoying smile, but in the eyes of the young man, the smile was as disgusting as a devil.

Because the young man's real name is Dasko Popov! He stared at the two people in front of him in shock, spoke in a trembling tone, and asked, "Who are you?"

"If you don't mind, come with us! We are General Heidrich's men!" the other party said, standing next to Popov.

Popov clearly felt that a cold pistol had been pressed against his ribs under his armpit.

In an instant, Popov felt the chill that extended from the cold weapon, which made him tremble all over his body. He didn't know what to say, so he could only follow the two of them obediently.
Chapter completed!