Geng Chaozhong was stunned, as expected! This so-called royalist party was actually established by the Cheka. This is probably the greatest "fishing law enforcement" he has ever seen in this era!
"Comrade Woodpecker, nice to meet you, my real name is Alexander Kusev, codename is Crow," Old Ivan looked particularly excited in the Paris night wind. He held the steering wheel with one hand and hugged him with the other.
He touched Geng Chaozhong's shoulder and said loudly:
"The 'Supreme Royalist Party' in Paris is just one of our many royalist organizations in Europe. In the UK, in Germany, in Poland, and in all countries in Europe, there are similar ones like the 'Supreme Royalist Association' and the 'Russian Military Union'"
These organizations are protected by all the Soviet-hating countries in Europe, but they don’t know that they are not protecting the white gangsters, but us comrades from Lubyanka!”
"Using this as a medium, we not only infiltrated and mastered these foreign white bandit organizations, and deceived the members of these organizations to return home and surrender themselves to the trap, but also lured intelligence spies from Finland, Poland and other countries so that they could be used by me, haha, I
I live in excitement every day, and whenever I think of how many enemy agents we have sent to Lubyanka, I feel extremely relieved!"
Old Ivan, no, Alexander Kusev should be called Alexander Kusev, talked endlessly about his experiences of the past twenty years, which made Geng Chaozhong next to him listen silently until the car drove to the tenth street on the banks of the Seine outside Paris.
Kushev stopped the car when we reached the third zone.
"Comrade Crow, now that you have been exposed, does this mean that our members of various royalist organizations lurking in Europe need further preparations?" Geng Chaozhong finally had time to ask his first question.
"No need," Kusev stepped out of the car, faced the surging Seine River, and wrapped himself tightly in his pajamas, but his two hairy legs looked particularly funny at this moment, "I benefit from you.
"I was not exposed in a timely manner. In addition, the French intelligence organization will not notify other countries of this matter. The most lacking thing among European countries now is trust."
"What's more," Kusev turned to look at Geng Chaozhong, "even if they knew it, how could they tell the difference? Our people have been lurking in the local royalist organizations for at least ten years, and some even
For twenty years, they had no ability to distinguish at all."
"Okay, Comrade Kushev, I'm overly worried, but what about Bledsoe?" Geng Chaozhong asked the second question.
"Bledsoe won't betray us," Kusev shook his head, "Besides, she doesn't know anyone except Swallow."
"That?" Geng Chaozhong looked at Kusev.
"The struggle between the left and the right in Spain is getting more and more intense. I will go to Spain via Toulouse to participate in the planning and organization of a new left-wing alliance." Kusev looked into Geng Chaozhong's eyes, "Comrade, the center of the future struggle in Europe is in Spain, where can we
How about it, where we are needed most? If you are willing, you can go to Spain with me and we will fight for internationalism together."
"Sorry, Comrade Kushev, I have a more important mission in Europe, and France is just my first stop." Geng Chaozhong shook his head, "Also, how should I contact Yanzi after you leave? Bledsoe is missing
Since then, I have completely lost contact with the organization."
"I don't know how to contact Yanzi," Kusev shook his head regretfully, "In fact, Yanzi has many different identities. All I know is that Yanzi appears at the Edmundo Chess and Cards Club. The rest are
, I know nothing.”
"Okay Comrade Kushev, then I can only wish you a safe journey." Geng Chaozhong replied helplessly.
Kushev nodded and walked to a water plant on the river bank. Soon, he pulled out a small boat from it and had already changed into a fisherman's outfit. Obviously, this was an escape point that he had already arranged.
.
"Comrade Woodpecker, go back, the swallows will come to find you!"
Kusev shook the oar, and the boat went downstream, gradually disappearing from Geng Chaozhong's sight...
Geng Chaozhong was a little hesitant, not knowing whether to return to his apartment on La Boetie Street. Except for Yanzi, Bledsoe probably didn't know there, but there was no doubt that this was a risky move.
After thinking carefully for a long time, Geng Chaozhong finally made up his mind to go back to the apartment and conduct residential surveillance for three days. If there is no problem, it will not be too late to move back. In addition, the identity of "Roosevelt" should also belong to him in Paris.
Your own stage.
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"Miss Bledsoe, please stop suffering needlessly and tell me who is the person who went to Berlin?!"
In a secret basement in the 9th arrondissement of Paris, several tall Germans stood around a woman whose clothes were torn and covered with scars. The woman was naked and had obviously experienced inhumane torture and violation before.
"Come on," Bledsoe said with a dull and indifferent smile on his face, "just a few more, sister, I have never enjoyed it so much!"
Snapped!
A slap hit Bledsoe hard on the cheek, but Bledsoe just smiled slightly and immediately turned his head back, staring back at the other party with a colder and more fierce look than the German leader:
"The will of the Bolsheviks is a wall that even God cannot overcome!"
"Mr. Coleman, why don't you..." A German behind him stepped forward and made a downward slash.
"No," the German named Coleman shook his head, "Don't worry, you go and inform the guy named Edmundo from the Strowman Chess Club if he is willing to pay something for this woman.
If so, our operation will not be in vain."
"Okay, I'll inform you right away." The German turned around and left.
"Be careful not to be targeted by the Paris police," Coleman turned around and told the other party, "Also, find another person to rent the room where Bledsoe lives. I want to see if there is someone else.
Come find her."
"Hehehe..."
Bledsoe listened to Coleman's orders with a sarcastic smile on his face.
"Miss Bledsoe," Coleman turned around, "I admire your perseverance and I apologize for the previous offense to you, but please do not doubt our determination."
Then, Coleman turned his attention to the many members of the 6th Directorate of the German Ministry of National Security and the Foreign Intelligence Service of the Reich Ministry of Security (SD-nd) standing on both sides, and shouted in a deep voice: