"No matter what method is used..." Geng Chaozhong pondered.
"Yes, no matter what the means," Bledsoe emphasized, "Firlo is an important target for us in France. He is the oldest intelligence broker in the entire French intelligence community and has his own informants in Berlin and London.
, as long as we control him, it is equivalent to us developing dozens of intelligence channels."
"Okay, I will find a way," Geng Chaozhong nodded, "Swallow went to Berlin?"
"As long as you believe she went to Berlin, she went to Berlin," Bledsoe laughed.
"I wish you luck. By the way, don't try to find us, let alone be caught by the Paris intelligence agency, even though they are a bunch of trash." Bledsoe lowered his head and began to taste the coffee in the cup.
"Thank you." Geng Chaozhong quickly left the cafe.
At the same time, not far from Haussmann Avenue, on the roof of the Paris Synagogue, a middle-aged Frenchman with light blond hair was putting down his telescope, and beside him stood a young man wearing an octagonal hat.
Soldier, this is the common uniform of the internal police of the Paris Defense Intelligence Agency.
"Send someone to follow the young man and investigate his situation," the middle-aged man with light blond hair ordered, "Also, pay attention to the female mole, they have been moving too frequently recently."
"Inspector Locke, you have been following them for two years, why didn't you arrest them?" the young soldier asked.
"The cabinet is negotiating with the Russians, and Russia will not be our enemy for a long time in the future. The cabinet acquiesces to their existence in Paris. However, they have gone too far recently. I think it is necessary to give them
Some warnings," replied the blond Detective Locke.
"Yes, I'll go right away." The young soldier quickly walked down the roof.
"Russians, I hope you will not regard our tolerance as a reason for indulgence." A sneer appeared on the corner of Inspector Locke's mouth.
.........
Walking on the streets of Paris, Geng Chaozhong thought about everything that had just happened.
It's a bit unexpected that Mr. Ferlot is so important in the French intelligence community, but if you think about it carefully, it's understandable.
Foreign systems are different from the system of party and government integration in the Republic of China. The personnel composition of each government changes greatly. In other words, the movement of officials and all social strata is relatively frequent. Many government officials suddenly become
As writers who provide articles for major well-known newspapers, coupled with the close integration of politics and capital, newspaper editors naturally have a huge advantage in the intelligence community.
Not to mention a senior media person like Mr. Ferlot, which is why the Cheka attaches so much importance to the editor-in-chief of a newspaper - from the perspective of information aggregation, this Mr. Ferlot is the French intelligence
A convergence point for circulation.
Yes, the gathering point!
Geng Chaozhong's eyes flashed, and he suddenly realized that his long-lost other identity might be useful in Paris.
But then, Geng Chaozhong frowned, and he suddenly felt like he was being watched.
Geng Chaozhong walked forward slowly until he came to a row of beautiful women's clothing display windows, and then stopped.
Behind the reflected window, several figures were flashing.
"Being followed?"
Geng Chaozhong was a little puzzled. Everything seemed to be not going well after he came to Paris. In less than a week, things happened one after another. Could it be that his oriental face attracted so much attention?
After stopping for a moment, Geng Chaozhong moved forward again, and the figure behind him disappeared. It was not until he passed three street intersections that Geng Chaozhong felt like he was being watched again.
"I just came to Paris, so I shouldn't attract anyone's attention. However, the only two people who know my identity are Yanzi and Bledsoe. Yanzi went to Berlin and Bledsoe just met. Excluding all possibilities, it should be that Bledsoe has just been arrested.
People are targeting him." Geng Chaozhong silently speculated on various possibilities in his heart.
As soon as his figure flashed, Geng Chaozhong turned into a clothing store on the street, but he quickly walked out of the clothing store and walked into an alley next to him. The person behind him temporarily lost sight of him and walked along the alley for ten minutes.
A few meters later, Geng Chaozhong suddenly turned back and walked towards the way he came.
Two young men wearing top hats walked towards each other. They had slender figures and occasionally talked and laughed. They were no different from ordinary passers-by.
But the moment they passed each other, Geng Chaozhong saw the unnaturally protruding blood vessels on the backs of their hands.
Geng Chaozhong returned to the cloakroom again.
The two young men stopped at the street corner. Apparently, they were hesitating whether to return to the cloakroom and follow them or continue to wait at the street corner.
Geng Chaozhong smiled slightly, took out a franc from his pocket, and handed it to the attentive waiter at the cloakroom: "Did you see those two gentlemen on the street? They are my friends, and we are playing a hide-and-seek game.
Please go over there and tell them that the game is over."
The waiter agreed, took the franc and walked towards the two of them. Geng Chaozhong walked leisurely to the north side of the cloakroom. It was a hidden side door. When he walked into the cloakroom for the first time, he discovered
This side door.
"Gentlemen, a guest asked me to tell you that the game is over."
The two stalkers on the street corner were talking blankly to the waiter in front of them, while staring at the cloakroom opposite, but soon they realized something was wrong.
Soon, they rushed into the cloakroom crazily, but in the empty cloakroom, only the side door was still shaking slightly...
“I don’t know who discovered Bledsoe,” Geng Chaozhong’s brain was spinning rapidly as he walked on the streets of Paris. “It would be fine if it was just discovered, but if it was a long-planned tracking and surveillance, then I’m afraid that Bledsoe
The situation is not good."
"No," Geng Chaozhong then shook his head, "If it's a Frenchman, it's not too dangerous. At most it's deportation, but if it's a German, I'm afraid Bledsoe is really in danger!"
"We must find a way to find Bledsoe as soon as possible!"
Geng Chaozhong quickly made a decision, but he had one-way contact with Yanzi and Bledsoe. Only they could find him, but he could not find them.
...........
"If you encounter any difficulties, you can also go to a bistro called the Black Cat on Rue Pétain in Paris and find a bartender named Edmonton there. Just say that Yanzi asked you to come to him."
The words Yanzi had told him before began to float in his ears. Geng Chaozhong stopped, turned and walked towards Petain Road.