Until Paris fell in Germany, this once prosperous and lively metropolis.

Now it has become not only a city without gas and electricity, but also a city of hungry and the largest countryside. As the author Lalai Collins described in his book (Is Paris burned):

The people here were woken up by the rooster.

When millions of hungry Parisians wake up, they try to find food to fill their stomachs and keep themselves alive.

Of course, there are also many Parisians who rely on the French Vichy government to issue ration tickets for them to use; to buy a small amount of poor food...

"Hey! Martin Freeman, look at these Paris girls. They are getting more and more beautiful! I didn't expect that they are even more beautiful than before the war!"

British intelligence officer Aidan Turner was driving a German-made Mercedes-Benz on a rural road, while looking excitedly at the French beauty passing by next to their cars.

"Hey! You should concentrate on driving the car! We are here for a mission this time, not for Paris to play! Be careful to reveal our identity, and how we will die if we don't know! Aidan Turner!"

The intelligence officer Douglas Hanschel, who was sitting next to him, just glanced at the French girls who were riding bicycles by their cars immediately reminded him seriously.

For Aidan Turner, who already has his own sweetheart and is more dedicated to his affection, he didn't care too much about these French beauties in front of him.

For him now, the thing he wants most is not French beauty; he hopes to end this World War II as soon as possible, and then return to Britain to live a good life with his sweetheart Elizabeth.

"Damn German! Damn Hitler! This dead devil! It's simply the embodiment of Satan! If he hadn't started the war, our country wouldn't have had to die, and I wouldn't have to stay away from Britain, embark on the battlefield, and separate from Elizabeth!"

When the intelligence officer Douglas Hanschel thought of Hitler's evil deeds, he couldn't help but feel; an unknown anger arose and roared angrily in his heart.

"Hey! You said whether our attack on the east and west will be smooth and smooth! Douglas!"

At this moment, intelligence agent Aidan Turner suddenly asked nervously and softly.

"It depends on Canaris, the director of the German Military Intelligence Agency. If he is not the rumored anti-Hitler faction, then our plan will definitely be ruined! Otherwise, it will definitely succeed!"

Intelligenceman Douglas replied without thinking.

"I hope everything goes well! Otherwise, our Sicily landing battle would probably be postponed!"

Intelligenceman Aidan Turner said with some concern, looking at the sunny sky from the car windshield.

"It's okay! Our Allies in Tunisia have already captured it, and the remaining 300,000 German and Italian troops should not be able to hold on to the Bangkok Peninsula for a long time, and we will be defeated! At that time, our intelligence departments will have more methods to deceive the German and Italian troops and let them wrongly judge our Italian landing location!"

Intelligenceman Douglas Hanschel responded with great confidence.

"Yeah! Hope!"

Intelligenceman Aidan Turner still worried.

"Well! Our connector is there, stop!"

At this moment, intelligence officer Douglas Hanschel suddenly changed the subject.

As soon as he finished speaking, intelligence agent Aidan stopped the Mercedes-Benz.

Because at this time he also saw their connector, a German intelligence officer, who is said to be one of the direct confidants of the director Canaris.

After looking around with vigilance, if there were any suspicious figures, intelligence agent Aidan and others began to get off the car and prepare for their action plan.

Their plan of action is as follows: "In order to conceal the true intention of the British and American Allied landing operations, they planned to use a body to dress up the British officer who died accidentally; and also carried some secret combat information with them, misleading Hitler's loyal intelligence personnel through the Director of Intelligence of Canaris, who cooperated with them, and other rebellious German intelligence officers, so that they could tell Hitler the wrong information; so that Hitler mistakenly believed that the main attack direction of the British and American Allied forces was not Sicily, but other places...

"I hope your Director Canaris deserves the trust of our Allies!"

Intelligenceman Aidan quickly hid the body they had carefully prepared into the car of the German intelligence officer who was connecting with them, and shook hands with the other party.

"It will definitely be! Don't forget our director, and the founder of the organizer of the "Black Band" which is one of the anti-Hitler alliances!"

The German intelligence officer stared at intelligence officer Aidan and the others with a sharp look, and said with a hypocritical smile.

"Well! Hope it! Wish our plan success!"

Intelligenceman Aidan also smiled hypocritically and responded.

Then, they didn't say anything more and quickly left separately.

Not long after, Canaris received a call and learned about this.

So he was in a remote coffee shop in Berlin, Germany, waiting for the German intelligence officer, Confidant Matthew McFedden, who was rushing back to France.

But at this moment, he didn't know that Chen Yanlong had found his whereabouts through the Gestapo and the SS intelligence network.

And outside this unknown coffee shop, there are already elite armed guard members in his Prime Minister's Mansion.

These guards are all 184 cm tall, and are absolutely loyal to the "Futh of the People's Republic of China", have innocent family, and are of pure Aryan blood.
Chapter completed!