Imperial Overlord

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

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

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

There was no tension in the streets and alleys at all, and people were singing and dancing, as if the war was still far, far away.

However, just outside the city, a continuous line of German barrels and trucks, one after the other, made it clear that the war was actually not far away.

This is the unit of the German 21st Panzer Division, which is advancing south to the troops on standby in the ports of southern Italy.

Those daunting tanks, mounted on flatbeds, made their way south along the railway line. The tank was covered with canvas, surrounded by troops from Germany.

Only the Italians who passed by these places could feel that the cloud of war was already pressing over their heads.

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

Holding a newspaper and sitting there waiting for someone, a middle-aged man raised his head and squinted at the young man who entered the door.

"I said, you can't be quiet after you come in." Putting down the newspaper in his hand, the middle-aged man looked at the young man who had already sat down and asked with a smile.

"Just a telegram from you, let me come all the way to Italy, hoping to give me an explanation." The other party stared at the smiling middle-aged man and said lukewarmly.

"I also received an order from my superiors, who knows why he is looking for you in such a hurry." The middle-aged man still had a smile that made one's heart tremble.

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

"Have a cup of coffee, thank you." As he spoke, the young man lavishly threw a German gold mark on the waiter's menu.

The other party immediately smiled, picked up Jin Mark with the menu, looked at the young man with a wink, and turned away reluctantly.

It is estimated that if there was a middle-aged man sitting next to him, this blonde Italian girl, would have to sit down and chat with this handsome young man about something else.

"You still have this character, it's not easy to make money, you know that." The middle-aged man said to the young man according to the newspaper.

His words made the young man laugh, and then the other party spread his hands and expressed his disapproval of this statement: "I think it is easy to make money."

Isn't it easy? A few days ago, he received his latest remuneration from the German intelligence agency, a full 20,000 German gold marks.

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

While explaining a sentence for himself with a smile, the young man said in a low voice, "You must have fun when you get the money!"

"Your money is bought with your life... Don't be in a hurry to spend all your money." The middle-aged man persuaded earnestly.

"Of course I know that my money was exchanged for my life. Because of this, if I don't spend it in a hurry, wouldn't it be a pity if I don't spend my life?" The young man replied cynically.

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

Women like to interact with such a man, and even willing to give themselves to such a man - even if only for a short time, they will be greatly satisfied.

They all need solace, both mentally and physically. And when you don't know what will happen to you tomorrow, money and ambiguity have become the holy medicine for healing.

"I've already warned you anyway, since you think so, I didn't say anything." The middle-aged man shook his head and picked up the cold coffee in front of him.

Taking a light sip, he felt the bitterness on the corner of his lips, and the middle-aged man reminisced about the coffee in his mouth, until the sweetness came to the tip of his tongue, and then he put down the cup.

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

With that graceful walk, I can't wait to twist my **** to the extreme. The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, looked at the waitress who looked like a peacock, and smiled bitterly.

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

Thinking of this, he viciously continued to think down, and involuntarily looked at the waiter with some charm.

Yes, what a coquettish woman! He commented this in his heart, and then picked up his coffee again, hiding his imagination.

Nian's relatives threw all the sugar cubes in the plate into the coffee, and then stirred it twice with a slender spoon, and let the coffee inside swirl in the cup.

"Tell me, tell me to come over, there must be something to explain." The young man looked at the middle-aged man and asked again.

He is a very important figure in the German intelligence agency. It is impossible for him to give up his work of collecting British intelligence and go to Italy to waste time without any reason.

Intelligence is regional, time-sensitive, and continuous. No matter how good a spy is, it is impossible to directly perform intelligence collection tasks across regions without making any preparations.

Because intelligence-gathering figures need to maintain contacts for a long time, as well as opportunities, and the precipitation of time.

Therefore, the young people do not believe that the other party will easily abandon the contacts he has run in the UK and let him give up intelligence collection 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 replied with a smile.

The middle-aged man really didn't know why the German intelligence agency was so eager to let the young man back in front of him. After all, the other party was an active intelligence officer recently.

You must know that this young man is in charge of a lot of intelligence on the British side and provides a lot of information about the bombing target.

Such a young man was developed into a German spy in February. Now that half a year has passed, he has performed many intelligence missions against the United Kingdom.

"I don't know? What are you doing? It's mysterious." The young man glanced at the middle-aged man in front of him suspiciously, and muttered such a sentence.

He already knew that there was nothing to ask from the other party's mouth, because the other party obviously didn't really know why he was called to Italy.

"Okay! Since you don't know either, I'll just wait here and see what the **** is going on." Now that it was determined that the other party didn't know what he did, he didn't bother to ask.

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

It was very quiet in the cafe, and time passed by every minute and every second. Neither of them said anything, they just waited.

After a while, a couple drinking coffee in the corner left, and there were only two of them in the cafe, but they didn't seem to want to continue talking.

The clock on the wall ticked, and the minute hand quickly circled the dial most of the way.

The young man finally couldn't sit still. He coughed, and after the other party put down the newspaper, he said, "This is a waste of time, I'm leaving, please contact me if you have anything to do with the old rules... Hell."

When he stood up, the middle-aged man didn't stop him. He looked up at him with a smile and said, "I'm only responsible for letting you come here, and I don't care about other things. I'm really sorry!"

Looking at the other party, he didn't stop him, and the young man was also very puzzled, but he still stood up, glanced at the waitress in the corner who was secretly escorting him from time to time, turned and walked out of the cafe.

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

"Sir, is your name Ivan?" One of the men smiled familiarly, which made the young man feel vigilant.

"I'm sorry, you recognized the wrong person..." He replied pretending to be relaxed.

Ivan is his code name, a pseudonym used when executing characters within the German intelligence agency.

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

"Then, since you're not Ivan, may I ask, is the name Dasco ** familiar to you?" The other party still had that annoying smile, but in the eyes of the young man, the smile seemed to be like As disgusting as the devil.

Because, the young man's real name is called Dasco **! He stared at the two people in front of him in shock, opened his mouth with a trembling tone, and asked, "You, who are you?"

"If you don't mind, come with us! We are General Heydrich's people!" the other side said, standing beside the ** husband.

And the **** obviously felt that a cold pistol was already under his armpit, on top of his ribs.

In an instant, the **** felt the chill extending from the icy weapon, causing him to tremble all over his body. He didn't know what to say, so he could only obediently follow the two and leave.

In the coffee shop, watching what was happening outside the window, the middle-aged man dropped the newspaper in his hand, pushed open the door and walked out of the coffee shop, mixing with the crowd on the street.