Chris managed to board a fishing boat bound for German after paying a higher price than usual.
Although the German navy was not very powerful and couldn't directly confront the Royal Navy of Great Britain, if they approached directly to the border near Germany, there would be naval interceptions. At this moment, it requires an experienced boatman to navigate around them.
They were getting ready to leave when a woman in a long trench coat hurried over and asked to come aboard. Her face was beautiful, and her figure was hidden beneath the coat, giving her an attractive silhouette. She wore bright lipstick, light makeup, and exuded a weathered charm. The temperament was somewhat elegant, with a strong mature woman flavor coming out, and this mature flavor is irresistible.
Chris felt a sense of familiarity, but couldn't remember ever having met her before.
The two of them sat in the cabin, accompanied by the ship's captain and his wife, who served them fish soup.
"Thank you," Chris said as he lifted the soup to his lips and considered his next plans.
"We may have to take a detour ahead as the German Navy patrols the area for security." The captain explained. The elegant woman nodded silently and lit a cigarette. In those days, only wealthy women or prostitutes smoked. Ordinary women refrained from smoking so as not to add to their family's burden.
Chris also lit a cigarette, and the two of them sat in the hut and smoked away.
Four hours later, they reached the shore, which was already dusk.
Chris gave the captain some extra money and said, "Thank you, you're a good man."
The captain happily accepted the money and replied, "Thank you, you're also a very good passenger. If you want to take a car, you'll have to walk twenty miles ahead. There's a town over there."
"Thank you!" Chris waved his hand and continued on his way.
The elegant woman followed, keeping her head down and glancing around frequently, as if she were avoiding someone's pursuit.
Chris felt confused, but didn't pay much attention. While he appreciated mature women, that didn't mean he was going to stop his journey for every woman he met. A mature woman should be both beautiful and sophisticated, and a woman who is not beautiful can be considered a mature woman, or at least need temperament.
Chris wouldn't settle for an ordinary woman without remarkable qualities. His mother and a few aunts were all of a decent level of good looks, so he saw no reason to commit himself.
After walking for about twenty minutes, Chris noticed that the elegant woman was still following him, "Madam, why are you following me?" Chris asked with a furrowed brow.
"I'm not following you; you're just going the same way I am" The elegant woman replied, keeping her head down and avoiding eye contact with Chris.
"Is that so? There are plenty of roads here, yet you insist on following me and claim it's not stalking. Fine, do what you want, just don't get in my way." Chris said, turning away.
Another ten minutes passed and the sound of a car engine reached their ears. With sharp eyes, Chris saw vehicles in the distance with swastika (卐) flags flying. It was the emblem of the German Nazi army.
"It's strange how the Nazi army ended up here." Chris whispered.
Military units operate in a coordinated manner, and if they're using swastika flags, they must be Nazis.
Aside from the regular army, the most infamous aspect of the Nazis is the Schutzstaffel(SS), which is under Hitler's control. There's also the fearsome Gestapo, responsible for intelligence gathering and interrogation. Their methods are terrifying, and they're capable of doing anything to extract information!
The appearance of the car caused the elegant woman behind her to shake a little in fear, as if it were the Nazi Gestapo she was running from.
Seeing this, Chris got an idea and went to the bushes, took out a cloth to cover his face, and then watched quietly.
The elegant woman having lost sight of Chris, decided to take a different path.
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