Unlimited Military Base

The two military intelligence bureaus were bored and stayed outside the estate of Countess Leoni.

They received a hard work to monitor Baron Alexson. Like most Germans, they never think that a nobleman will have any problems. However, since this was ordered by Pompestein, he would have to do it again.

The sky was a bit gloomy, and laughter and music were constantly coming out of the manor, which made the two intelligence bureaus more and more dissatisfied.

The people inside are singing and dancing, but they can only stay here silly.

“You, what are you doing here?” Suddenly, a majestic voice rang behind them.

The two men hurried back and were shocked at first sight, Fritz Erich von Manstein and Baron Manfred von Richtofen!

These two are Berlin celebrities, who don’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 the Military Intelligence Agency. We… we are just passing by here…”

“You, come over and help us move some things.”

The two men hesitated.

Manstein looked very unhappy: “That is the Countess of Schiller, the banquet is waiting for urgent use!”

“Ah, yes, Mr. Fritz.”

They are just small characters of the Military Intelligence Bureau, but they dare not offend the big guys opposite. He followed, and walked toward the west side of the manor.

After dozens of steps, Manstein and Richtofen suddenly stopped and turned around: “You!”

The people of the two intelligence bureaus didn’t know what was going on. They were trying to ask questions. The throat was suddenly tightened, and they were hugged by death. They struggled desperately, but they could not get rid of that powerful arm anyway.

Wang Weizhen and Guo Yenfeng!

Manstein and Richtofen were the first to do such a thing. The nervous emotions were inevitable. They kept looking at both sides, and they were afraid that someone would suddenly appear at this time.

The people under the arm gradually did not move. Wang Weizhen and Guo Yenfeng glanced at each other. At the same time, two small voices of “噶” came and the two intelligence bureaumen died.

Richtofen made a call, then a carriage appeared from the other side, and it was Adolf Hitler who drove the carriage.

Several people worked hard together and threw the two bodies into the carriage. Manstein whispered: “Adolf, you go first, wait for us at the appointed place.”

Hitler didn’t dare to have any scorn, and hurriedly drove the carriage…

Then, Manstein and Richtofen launched two double-wheeled two-wheelers, which was a bit dumbfounded by Wang Weizhen.

This kind of car is actually a bicycle called by the Chinese, but it is only a double ride. Sitting in front of the person, responsible for holding the front of the car, there is also a car faucet in front of the person sitting behind, responsible for the hi-hat, with the people in front to cooperate to stabilize the two-wheeler.

This kind of car is very popular in Germany, especially the German aristocracy, which is considered to be a kind of leisure and fitness exercise, so the streets of Berlin can often see two men riding such a car together.

Wang Weizhen estimated that his riding problem is not big, and Guo Yenfeng can be difficult to say.

“Ernst, you and me, Manstein, you let the Chinese sit in front!” Richtofen has taken this into account.

Fortunately, Guo Yenfeng’s understanding in this regard is still good, and he only needs to sit in front and put away his legs and balance the car.

Despite the swaying of the ride at the beginning, with Manstein’s hi-hat coordination in the back, the movements of the two people quickly became consistent.

Four big men, riding two double two-wheelers, this scene looks a bit funny…

……

“Mr. Pompestein, time is up.”

“Oh.” Pompesite didn’t lift his head. He still looked at the documents intently: “When I read these things…”

His assistant, Boritz, stood by and waited patiently.

In the past ten minutes and a second, it has been five minutes since I went out for a walk. This is not in line with Mr. Pompestein’s past strict observance of time.

Pompestein finally read the documents in his hand and closed the file: “Brittish, the French spy activity is getting more and more smashed, and I caught three more yesterday. If it wasn’t for the doctor, I really wouldn’t waste time. ”

“Sir, this is for your body to consider.”

“Oh, yes, Boritz.” Pompesite stood up: “Is there any news from the countess?”

“Not yet, sir.” Boritz hurriedly took the coat and put on him: “You know, in front of the countess, we are all small people, they have no way to enter the manor, they can only wait outside. ”

Little person? Pompestein sneered.

Yes, in front of the nobles, they are really just a small person, but this will definitely not hinder their ambition.

It is only by myself that I can climb up to the position of today, and I have to know how much I have paid.

But what about the nobles? They rely only on the ancestors of the ancestors, what do they have? One day, one day, I was able to reach the ranks of the nobility.

Did that damn Ernst Breem do it?

Thinking of Ernst Breem, Pompestein’s teeth hate it. Like his boss Nikolai, he is convinced that Ernst Breem must have anything to do with Brittish, otherwise how can the power of two people Killed hundreds of people?

But this kind of spy, but the imperial seal!

God knows what the Emperor’s Majesty thinks.

After such a hesitation, and after a few minutes, Boritz looked at the pocket watch. This action quickly fell into the eyes of Pompestein: “Bolitz, I know that your fiancee is still waiting for you, Ok, I won’t delay your time, let’s go.”

Bolts smiled and hurriedly accompanied him out of Pompestein.

There are already three intelligence agencies outside waiting for him.

It was only after the intelligence service that Pompestein sneezed. This is not a good sign. Is there something going on today? Shouldn’t you go out?

Pompe Stan quickly dispelled his thoughts. Perhaps it was too tired in the previous period, and he was somewhat suspicious.

Here is Berlin, the heart of the empire, and those damn spies who dare to appear here?

“The weather is not very good today, Boritz.” Pompestein said as he walked out.