Chapter 902 - Conspiracy
The economic crisis, like a plague, swarmed the entire European continent. It was not yet the coldest time of the year, but standing on the streets of Berlin, even without the dark cloud that symbolized the decline, people could still feel the coldness and despondency in the air.
Even during business hours, there was not a soul in the once bustling shops on Friedrichstrasse. The shopkeepers all put up sale promotions, but even so, it was difficult to attract those customers with an empty purse.
Some shops simply closed their doors, like Rotunda Cafe on the corner of Friedrichstrasse. From antique wooden doors to the turquoise ornaments, from the high stools to the quaint bookshelf, everything in the stored all showed a mysterious and elegant Renaissance vibe. If it was on a regular day, it would be packed with tourists or young artists from nearby universities.
However, at the moment, the store hung up the closed sign early.
Everyone was having a hard time.
At this moment, a person wearing a gray trench coat walked down the street.
Her head was lowered, and the shadow of the brim covered her eyes. Just like the unemployed people everywhere in Berlin. The shopkeeper who was standing in front of the shop to hail customers did not glance at her. After all, no one would think that she would walk into any shop. This kind of person should go to the bar; it was the only destination of the unemployed. In the current economic downturn, only beer sold the best in Germany.
However, she did not go into the bar, but turned a corner and went into Rotunda Cafe.
Three long knocks and two short knocks, she gently knocked on the door.
“Closed for today.” Behind the wooden door came the impatience voice of the shopkeeper.
“I’m from the night.” The girl under the hat had a calm but hoarse. It was a beautiful voice. Just from the voice alone, she should be a beautiful woman.
“Nightingale?”
“No, the ghost.”
The secret code matched.
The door was unlocked.
After a while, the wooden door of the coffee shop opened, and behind the door was a middle-aged owner that began to bald.
As the owner welcomed her, the trench coat lady walked into the coffee shop. She took off her hat and hung it on a hanger on the wall. Her name was Monica Geller, but she hasn’t used this name for a while after she became the “ghost”. After becoming a field agent, they all used codenames instead of names, and her codename, Guinevere, comes from some myths or legends.
“Need I open the air conditioner?” asked the owner.
“No, I’m not going to stay here for a long time.” Monica shook her head and examined the interior of the store. “The decor is great. How much did you spend?”
“About several hundred thousand euros? It’s not very expensive anyway.” The owner smiled.
Monica nodded and did not fix on this topic, she instead went to the deepest part in the coffee shop. In the last row, there was a man, middle-aged, from the Slavic region. When he saw Monica, the middle-aged man got up, bowed, and invited her to take a seat.
It was a safe house for KGB. It was the first time the two sides have cooperated over the Berlin issue.
“I am very glad to meet you. Miss Guinevere, do you need a cup of coffee?” said the middle-aged man.
“No, Mr. Sphinx, I’m not going to stay here for too long. Can we get to the point?” Monica shook her head and sat down across from him.
“Of course we can.”
Putting down the coffee cup, the man known as Sphinx put away the hippie smile and swtiched to a serious expression.
“We have been in touch with Germans who wish to change the status quo.”
“What did they say?” Monica’s fingers lightly tapped on the table, as if she had fallen into thought.
“The New Choice Party has more than half of the members of the Federal Parliament. Most of them were either threatened or bought off by the Jewish Consortium. It’s difficult to end the behind-the-scenes reign of the Jewish Consortium through peaceful means. We must consider other ways.”
“Such as an armed uprising?” Her lips formed a curvature, and planning a rebellion seemed to be the area of expertise of Ghost Agents.
However, Sphinx did not give a direct reply, but nodded with a stern face.
“This is the last option.”
“Be direct, what do you need for us to do here?” Monica leaned back in her chair and said slowly.
“We have an arsenal hidden in Ukrainian territory. Weapons inside are sufficient to arm two infantry brigades. I need you to help us bring weapons into Germany in case of any accident. As far as these equipment go, I can only reveal that we have a hidden arsenal in the border region of Germany and Austria.”
“It’s a dirty job.” Monica didn’t immediately agree, but thoughtfully said, “Your people can’t bring weapons in?”
“To do it undiscovered, it is hard.” Sphinx said seriously. “We have very tight hands in Germany. If you can help, then it is best. If it is not, we have to look for solutions ourselves. ”
Monica considered for a long time and finally said.
“Transport the weapons to the Madagascar Peninsula and we will take them to Germany.”
With a positive reply, Sphinx was relieved and thanked her with a relaxed tone.
“I thank you on behalf of the KGB.”
“You’re welcome. Jiang Chen sent me to assist you, you can thank him.” Monica said softly. “Is it just the weapons this time?”
“Not exactly, there’s something more important.” After a pause, Sphinx said gravely, “Our intelligence experts analyzed that the attack in Europe may be a self-directed incident. The producer was the Rothschild’s family, and the two presidents who died in the theater were just victims of the power struggle.”
“We also made similar speculations, but unfortunately, there is no evidence to prove this .” Monica said.
“Fortunately, we have already collected some evidences.” Sphinx pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket, gently placed it on the table, and pushed it to Monica. “There is an address and a photo on it. I heard that you are very good at interrogation. This big fish is all yours.”
“It seems that you are very well-informed.” Monica put away the note and stood up from her seat. “You can expect our good news. Also, the person we asked you for you to look, did you find leads?”
“Yes,” Sphinx rolled up his sleeve and glanced at his watch. “If I’m not mistaken, he should be at Coro Airport now.”