Two members of the Military Intelligence Agency were bored outside Countess Leonie's manor.
What they received was a hard job, spying on Baron Alexson. Like most Germans, they never thought there was anything wrong with being a noble. But since this was ordered by Pompeystein, he had to do it no matter how reluctant he was.
The sky was a little gloomy, and the sound of laughter and music continued to be faintly heard from the manor, which made the two people from the intelligence bureau increasingly dissatisfied.
The people inside were singing and dancing, but I could only stay here stupidly.
"What are you doing here?" Suddenly, a majestic voice sounded behind them.
The two people turned around hurriedly and were shocked when they saw Fritz Erich von Manstein and Baron Manfred von Richthofen!
These two are celebrities in Berlin. Who doesn't know them?
"Who are you? What are you doing here? Do you want to steal something?" Manstein said seriously.
"Ah, no, Mr. Fritz, we are from Military Intelligence. We...we happened to be passing by here..."
"You guys, come here and help us move some things."
The two men hesitated for a moment.
Manstein looked very displeased: "That belongs to Countess Schiller. It's for urgent use at the banquet!"
"Ah, yes, Mr. Fritz."
They are just small roles in the Military Intelligence Bureau, and they don't dare to offend such a big shot. He followed obediently and walked toward the west side of the manor.
After walking dozens of steps, Manstein and Richthofen suddenly stopped and turned around: "You guys!"
The two people from the intelligence bureau didn't know what happened. They were about to ask questions when their throats suddenly tightened and they were tightly held tightly. They struggled desperately, but they couldn't get rid of the strong arm no matter what.
Wang Weiyi and Guo Yunfeng!
It was the first time for Manstein and Richthofen to do such a thing, so nervousness was unavoidable. They kept looking to both sides, for fear that someone would suddenly appear at this time.
The person under the arm gradually became motionless. Wang Weiyi and Guo Yunfeng looked at each other, and at the same time they exerted force, and two soft sounds of "Gah" came out, and the two people from the intelligence bureau were dead.
Richthofen whistled, and then a carriage appeared from the other end, driven by Adolf Hitler.
Several people worked together to throw the two corpses onto the carriage. Manstein whispered: "Adolf, you go first and wait for us at the agreed place."
Hitler did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly drove the carriage...
Then, Manstein and Richthofen launched two two-person two-wheelers, which made Wang Weiyi a little dumbfounded.
This kind of car is actually what the Chinese call a bicycle, but it is for two people. There is a person sitting in front who is responsible for holding the front of the vehicle, and there is a person in front of the person sitting behind who is responsible for pedaling and working with the person in front to stabilize the two-wheeled vehicle.
This kind of bicycle is very common in Germany, and is especially favored by German aristocrats. They consider it a leisure and fitness sport, so you can often see two men riding such a bicycle together on the streets of Berlin.
Wang Weiyi estimated that he would have no big problem riding, but Guo Yunfeng would have a hard time telling.
"Ernst, you and I, Manstein, you let the Chinese sit in the front!" Richthofen had already considered this.
Fortunately, Guo Yunfeng has a good understanding of this aspect. Moreover, he only needs to sit in front, put his legs away, and hold the faucet of the car to be responsible for balance.
Although the ride was shaky at first, with Manstein pedaling behind to coordinate, the two people's movements soon became consistent.
Four big men, riding two two-person two-wheelers, this scene looks somewhat funny...
...
"Mr. Pompestein, the time has come."
"Oh." Pompeystan didn't even raise his head, still looking at the documents attentively: "Wait until I finish reading these things..."
His assistant Boritz stood aside with his hands stern, waiting patiently.
Time passed by, and five minutes had passed since the usual time for going out for a walk. This was not in line with Mr. Pompestein's past habit of strictly observing time.
Pompeystein finally finished reading the documents in his hand and closed the file: "The espionage activities of the British and French are getting more and more rampant. Yesterday, three more were caught. If it weren't for the doctor's orders, I really don't want to waste my time. "
"Sir, this is for your health."
"Ah, yes, Boritz." Pompeystein stood up: "Is there any news from the countess?"
"Not yet, sir." Boritz hurriedly brought him a coat and put it on: "You know, in front of the countess, we are all small people. They have no way to enter the manor and can only wait outside. "
Little guy? Pompestein sneered.
Yes, in front of those noble gentlemen, I am indeed just a nobody, but this will never hinder my ambition.
To reach where I am today is entirely by myself, step by step. Only I know how much hard work I put into it.
But what about those nobles? They are just relying on the shadow of their ancestors. What are they capable of? Sooner or later, he will be able to join the ranks of the nobility.
Didn't that damn Ernst Brahm do it?
Thinking of Ernst Brahm, Pompestein's teeth were itching with hatred. Like his boss Nicholas, he was convinced that Ernst Brahm must have some ulterior motives with the British. Otherwise, how could two people kill hundreds of people with their strength?
But even such a spy was knighted openly!
God knows what His Majesty the Emperor thinks.
After such hesitation, a few more minutes passed. Boritz looked at his pocket watch. This action quickly fell into Pombestein's eyes: "Bolitz, I know your fiancée is still waiting for you. Okay, I won't waste your time, let's go."
Boritz smiled coquettishly, and hurriedly walked out beside Pombestein.
There were already three people from the Intelligence Bureau waiting for him outside.
Just after stepping out of the intelligence bureau, Pompestein sneezed, which was not a good sign. Is something going to happen today? Shouldn't you go out?
Pombestein quickly gave up this idea. Maybe he was too tired some time ago, which made him a little suspicious.
This is Berlin, the heart of the empire. Do those damn spies still dare to appear here?
"The weather is not very good today, Boritz." Pombestein said as he walked out.