Chapter 185 Either pull him over or kill him!
November 1941, Copenhagen, snow.
The first snow since the beginning of winter has fallen, and there are few people on the street. The occasional pedestrians who pass by are coming and going in a hurry, wrapping up their coats and disappearing quickly.
The reason for this bleak scene is not only the colder weather than in previous years, but also the groups of SS soldiers passing by with guns on the street.
A man in a brown coat pressed his hat and blew on his opponent.
After turning the corner, he saw a sign with a picture of a wine glass. The man seemed to take a few seconds to consider whether he should have a drink to warm himself up.
Finally, the man lowered his head and got into the tavern.
Ding ding ding~ As the wooden door was pushed open, a wind chime sounded.
There were only a few people in the empty pub, and the bartender stood alone in front of the bar, wiping his glass silently.
“Welcome, what would you like to order?” The bartender put down what he was doing and turned to ask the guest.
"Cat brand whiskey, sausage, a plate of nuts, and a few olives, from Spain." The drinker brushed the snow off his shoulders, then pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Sorry, whiskey is only available after six o'clock."
"Well, then give me the rum."
A few simple conversations, the bartender Put the snacks on the table, and then continue to clean your glasses, while the drinkers are drinking by themselves in the corner.
After a while, the drinker seemed to be tipsy. He was humming an unknown tune and playing with an olive in his hand. Music came from the radio nearby, and the whole room was filled with laughter. The atmosphere is cozy and peaceful.
Half an hour later, the guest seemed satisfied. He took out his wallet from his arms, took out a few bills, pressed them under the wine glass, and prepared to leave.
Bang! The door was violently opened, and a group of SS soldiers rushed in.
"Routine inspection! Take out all your documents!" the SS second lieutenant who took the lead shouted to the people in the room.
People all stood up obediently and walked over to take out their IDs with anxious expressions. The guests who were about to leave were also blocked back.
The fierce-looking soldiers turned over the documents one by one, and then checked them one by one.
"Sir, everyone's documents are correct." A sergeant trotted over and reported to the second lieutenant.
"Yeah." The second lieutenant hummed and paced noncommittally, and then suddenly saw the table in front of the bartender. He walked over and reached out to the wine glass with banknotes.
The bartender's hand moved quietly under the bar.
The banknotes below were picked up, and the second lieutenant checked them one by one, and then walked towards the bartender.
“Come here!”
"Sir, what's the matter?" The bartender bowed slightly and put his hand down.
"You...have you refused to accept German marks?" the second lieutenant asked with a straight face.
The bartender relaxed, bent down and said respectfully, "Don't dare, sir, there is absolutely no such behavior in this store."
"It's best not to let me catch you." Second Lieutenant He scolded him for a while, and then knocked He tapped his heels and faced the other drinkers, "I'm interrupting everyone's interest, please continue."
The sound of leather boots faded away, the drinkers looked at each other, and suddenly lost interest, everyone put down The money left in a hurry. The bar, which had no customers at all, suddenly became empty. The bartender shook his head and helplessly put away the cups and remaining food on the table.
After all this was done, the bartender closed the door, hung up the "temporarily out of town sign", and turned back to the inner room.
Crack! Phew!
Two olives were pinched open in his hands, and the bartender pulled out two waterproof notes from the juice, with a string of numbers written on them.
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In London, the temporary office of the Free French, Christine threw a ledger to Menzies, the head of the Six Intelligence Unit.
"The informant in Copenhagen came with news that something is not normal over there in Germany." The girl sat elegantly opposite Menzies, with her hands folded on her knees.
“Is there any special situation?” Menzies felt his nerves jump.
“Someone of ours got into their financial system and found that the funds allocated to the Heisenberg team this month were only 2.2 million marks, half of the normal amount.” Kristen pointed to a series of entries in the ledger The numbers say.
"Have they made a breakthrough?!" This was Menzies's immediate reaction. As the top level of the British intelligence system, he knew that nuclear fission research was being conducted in his own country and across the strait.
At present, the British are just at the starting line, while the Germans have been doing it for more than two years.
Under normal circumstances, the research funding for a national-level project is constantly rising. However, there are generally two situations when the cost is suddenly cut in half: either the government is not optimistic about the project’s prospects and reduces funding, or the project is about to expire. Done.
If it is the latter situation, it will be too scary! Menzies' scalp tingled at the thought of the Germans getting hold of that thing.
Fortunately, the lady opposite denied his speculation, "It's not what you think. Judging from other informants, the Germans have no signs of making a breakthrough in the nuclear fission project, and their funding has been reduced. There seems to be another reason.”
Then Kristen pressed a photo on the table. The photo was blurry and the photographer should have taken it from a distance.
In the photo, in an independent white building, a person whose face cannot be seen clearly is standing on a podium, explaining something to a group of German officials.
“They seem to be preparing to develop another weapon, which is said to be huge in size, and the German high-level officials are very interested in it, and even allocated part of the funds of the nuclear fission team to it.”
< br>"So that's it." Menzies rubbed his chin. He was now relieved that the German nuclear weapons program had made no progress, but also felt a sense of crisis about another mysterious German weapon invention.
What will it be? Do the Germans take it so seriously?
“Do you know more about the situation?” Menzies leaned forward and asked. At this time, he could no longer care that he was at a disadvantage in terms of tone.
"We don't know much." The interests of both parties were consistent, and Christine did not choose to retain it at this time. "We only know that the Germans appointed a new non-German weapons expert and came up with many creative ideas in a short period of time."
"There is an anti-tank weapon in it, and our people I sneaked into the test site and saw the test results, and the results can be said to be very amazing." After that, Kristen handed over another photo. The Crusader tank used as a test looked very miserable, with a large penetrating hole at the end. The thick front armor plate exposed the fragile interior space of the tank.
"Damn it! We need to have information about this damn inventor, as well as the Germans' new generation weapons plan!" Menzies said bitterly from the sidelines.
"This is also the purpose of my coming today." Christine changed her posture. "My manpower in Copenhagen is relatively weak. Do you have a suitable candidate? Let's work together."
"I have a few people here. The question is, what do you want to do?" Menzies looked at the woman in front of him.
"Find Germany's latest weapons expert."
"Then what?"
"It's still the same, bribery, seduction, kidnapping, if these don't work..." Christine pursed her lips and spat out. A few words
“Kill him!”
(End of this chapter)