Chapter 277 Paris Contact Station
On June 22, 1944, at the border between the Netherlands and Belgium, a checkpoint leading to the Antwerp area.
The sentry looked at the ID in his hand repeatedly and then looked at the car. "Sir, please wait a moment. We need to confirm your pass."
"Please, if you can If so, please hurry up, I'm in a hurry." [Phillips] in the car greeted the sentry politely.
Inside the checkpoint, the lieutenant on duty looked at the pass in his hand, put down the phone in his hand, and reported to the major beside him, "Sir, I have confirmed with the Paris authorities that there is indeed Brigadier General Lyon Phillips. I've been out recently, but..."
"But?" the major looked at the lieutenant.
"However, the reason for the other party's departure was simply to patrol for defense, and had no plans to go to Ampwaite. The pass should also be fake." Lieutenant Hui reported.
"I see, these weak-minded guys are scared again and want to run away now." The major looked at the car outside the window sarcastically.
"What to do now? Arrest them?" the lieutenant asked.
"No, not yet." The major waved his hand, "He has a relatively high level. If there is no sufficient evidence, he will be in trouble."
"Besides, the headquarters just said before that when monitoring these guys, we must pay attention to our methods. After all, we don't want the incident in Romania to happen again, and now we still need them."
The major then thought for a moment. "Just say there is a military operation ahead, prohibit passage, and ask them to go back. , and send two people to follow them and send them back to France."
"Will they believe it?"
"Of course not, as long as they know that they can't escape."
"Okay, sir, do you have anything else to explain?" the lieutenant continued to ask for instructions.
"Call the first few outposts and tell them to keep an eye on the guy in the car and don't let them run away again."
"Yes, I'll do it right away!" The lieutenant saluted and trotted away.
A few minutes later, after some arguing, the people in the car had to "reluctantly" turn back to France. A five-man German team accompanied them all the way and passed through the checkpoints to give them gifts. Entry.
The checkpoints that are supposed to conduct strict checks on vehicles will all let them go after receiving the call. The passing guards will whisper, "You saw it, another one who wanted to escape was caught."< br>
The Regal sedan arrived at the outskirts of Paris smoothly. The German soldier in charge of surveillance saluted and returned the same way without saying a word.
"He, your idea is really good. These idiots actually sent us directly here." Benjamin, who was dressed as a driver, said.
"Pay attention to your title. You should call me sir at this time." He Chi, who had already changed into Phillips' coat, corrected.
"Okay, sir, where should we go next?"
"Of course we'll find a place to hide first." He Chi looked at the people in the back row at this time, "Talking to you Are you used to eating Japanese food? ”
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In the main city of Paris, in an alley beside the Seine River, a young woman wearing a brown trench coat hurried into the dark alley holding a roll of things and looking around nervously as she walked.
At this point in 1944, the German army's supplies were already very tight. Most of the food was supplied to the army. The rations available to Paris citizens were already very limited, especially children, who may have less food. Most are at risk of malnutrition.
With no other option, the mother chose to trade on the black market.
She had just taken a few steps when several malicious men wearing dirty shirts appeared behind her. They followed the woman slowly and seemed to be picking the right moment.
The vigilant woman began to quicken her pace, and the people behind her also speeded up to catch up, and the distance between the two sides continued to shorten.
Click~click~click~
In the quiet street, the sound of footsteps coming from behind made the woman panic. She simply hugged the things in her arms and chose to run forward.
The guys behind finally couldn't hold it any longer and started running too. Someone behind them shouted "Stop!!"
The woman's physical strength was not very good and she only ran a few steps before she started. Panting violently, the sound of footsteps behind her forced her to continue walking. Getting caught here is more than just getting robbed.
Finally, the woman came to a shop with a closed door. In panic, she dropped the things in her hands to the ground. She knocked on the closed door with all her strength and shouted in panic
"Open the door! I am Come to exchange something!"
"Open the door! Please!"
The gangster behind has already turned the corner, and at this time the door on the opposite side opened.
A small Asian man appeared in front of the woman, picked up the fur that fell on the ground and blew it carefully.
"Gentlemen, are you going to be violent here?" The little man wore wooden clogs, put his hands into his sleeves, and spoke French with a strange accent, targeting those holding wooden sticks.
The gangsters looked at each other, then at the little man's thin body, and then everyone began to move forward slowly.
Someone pulled out the wrench from his waist.
Seeing this group of guys who obviously had bad intentions, the little boss did not panic, but clapped his hands gently, and three ronin in samurai uniforms ran out of the store, lined up in a row. After opening it, a shining katana was revealed.
Japanese? ! !
Several gangsters stopped. Although the Germans are not very good, they are still the actual occupiers of Paris. The Japanese are allies of the Germans and their status here is obviously much higher. Besides...
See After seeing the genuine long knife, the gangsters finally chose to escape.
At this time, the woman stood up with lingering fear.
"This guest, please come in. Our store will ensure the safety of every guest." The little Japanese bowed slightly, helped the woman up and let him into the house with a kind face.
The woman entered the door tremblingly, and someone handed her a cup of barley tea. She held the tea cup and gradually calmed down, then put everything in her arms on the table.
A fox fur scarf, some lambskin gloves, and an old sweater.
"Boss, look at these things..." Perhaps out of fear of rejection, the woman's tone was full of anxiety.
The little Japanese man picked up the things on the table and looked at them carefully. After about 5 minutes, he sat up straight and nodded lightly, "This store can recycle these things."
The woman is long He took a breath, and then said, "I, I want to change some milk."
The boss nodded, lightly tapped the partition aside and said, "Bring some milk to this lady, be quick."
"Hai!" A voice came from behind the door. After a while, someone walked into the house with a tray, put down the things, and closed the door again.
Four 500ml bottles of milk were placed on the table.
When the woman saw the milk on the table, she looked happy at first, and then immediately asked with a sad face, "Is this the only way to change it?"
"I'm very sorry" Japanese kneeling down The boss bowed again and continued: "Supplies are very tight now, and the price of milk is rising every day. We can only exchange so much for it."
The woman looked at the milk on the table, then thought about the children at home, and gritted her teeth. He took off the ring and handed it to the boss.
The Japanese boss took the ring in his hand and played with it, but was not in a hurry to accept it.
He thought for a while and said, "Madam, this seems to be a wedding ring. This kind of thing full of memories cannot be purchased in this store."
"Please help me, even if it is cheap That's fine at all." The woman suddenly became anxious.
The boss shook his head and pushed the ring back, smiled slightly and said, "Madam, I have another form of transaction here. I wonder if you are interested?"
(This chapter End)