Battle of the Third Reich

Julian has never felt so enjoyable. Nabhani is a generous and hospitable host. He not only provides French guests with delicious food and drinks, but also invites the French to use their private Turkish bath after dinner, and even arranges intimately. Two beautiful and charming Moroccan girls came to massage Julian with oil to relieve the fatigue accumulated along the way.

The French were almost reluctant to retreat. Fortunately, they finally defeated **** at the last minute. He remembered that he still had a very important task to wait for.

The Arabs won his favor, but still did not gain his full trust. Of course, Julian would not doubt the other party. The three killed Italian gendarmes were enough to prove many problems. If, as Nebohani said, they are a revolutionary organization dedicated to resisting the rule of the colonists, it is indeed justified, and their superiors are likely to maintain certain contact with such groups.

But no matter how he said, he couldn't trust anyone's claims until he was confirmed by his superiors. Maybe if he didn't have this task, everyone would be able to be friends. The French thought that way.

The reaction of the Italian Gendarmerie once again refreshed their impression in the hearts of the French. They thought that it was their own people who died, so they should go all out to search for the murderer. As a result, Julian waited until it was dark and did not hear any special movements on the street.

The one named Nazar, a Libyan dressed like an Assassin, quietly returned to the mansion before dinner, bringing news from the street in the afternoon.

"It was the corpses collected by the Italian police, and no other police officers were present. They carried the corpses into an ambulance and took them away. No one knows where they went. There were more police patrols on the street in the afternoon to investigate what they encountered. Unfamiliar faces are old-fashioned and there is no special reaction."

After talking, Nazar raised his head and drank a jar of grapefruit juice, and then hiccupped with satisfaction.

"It's very wrong. It's not like their style at all. There must be a problem." Nabhani sat cross-legged on the gorgeous wool carpet, his fingers gently twisting the beard tip on his jaw.

"What should I do now, do you want to observe for a while, I worry that the Italians have set a trap, waiting for someone to drill in." Naizar said, glancing at Julian with his eyes.

"You can think of this, would the Italians think of it. There must be traps, but it's hard to tell who is targeted. Perhaps it is Mr. Julian, and it is more likely to be directed at us." Naibohani hammered his fist and hammered his knee .

"Ah, please don't hesitate, Mr. Julian, we can discuss while eating." The Arab suddenly turned to Julian with a smile and invited him.

"Thank you, Mr. Nebhani. I think I should probably leave here as soon as possible. You have helped me too much. I will never forget this kindness in my life." Julian said sincerely.

"What are you saying, am I not entertaining enough, or do you still feel that we are unable to protect your safety?" Nabhani suddenly dropped his face when he heard the words, and looked very unhappy.

"Don't worry, Mr. Julian, we are very safe here." Naizar comforted aside.

"No, no, you know I don’t mean that, I can swear, Mr. Nabhani. I believe you also know that I have the mission of organization and I must get in touch with our people within these two days. This matter It is related to the future of many people, I hope you can understand." Julian quickly explained with a wave of his hand.

"It turned out to be this way, I blamed you wrong, I'm very sorry." Nabhani apologized slightly as he stroked his chest.

"We know you have a task, but please don't worry too much. If you believe us, we can send you to meet your friends tonight." The Arab took the dagger by his leg and cut it off A small piece of grilled meat was put into the mouth, and then he reached out to signal that Nazar and Julian could enjoy it together.

"If that's the case, it would be great, you are really my savior, Mr. Nabhani." Julian's eyes widened in surprise, looking at the magical Arab in front of him.

"If the lamb is cold, it won't taste good, Mr. Julian, you can also try this sauce, it tastes very sweet and delicious." Nabhani didn't answer Julian positively, just a smile with a deep smile and warmth. Entertained French guests.

"We may have found the trace of the target, and you are asked to return to the office immediately." Malchimer walked to the Giordano's wine table and stooped down to report in his boss's ear. "What happened?" Giordano asked, whispering with his head tilted.

"Zuwara sent a report that three gendarmes were killed on the street this morning. It is initially judged that the weapon used by the murderer may be a military rifle. The specific model is still not judged. They lack experts in this area." The captain replied.

"I'm sorry, there are some things I need to deal with immediately." Colonel Giordano gracefully apologized to the jaws of the two Italian beauties across the wine table.

"Give these two young ladies a bottle of the best martini, and put it on my account." Giordano grabbed the arm of a waiter from the bypass restaurant and shouted to each other.

"Okay, Mr. Major." The waiter quickly bowed and nodded.

"It's a shame, I'm out of company, ladies, I hope to see you next time." The Italian intelligence chief stood up and nodded to the ladies, and bent down to kiss the back of the hand that the two beautiful women handed out, and then picked up the table 'S military cap, turned around and took Captain Marchimer away from the seafood restaurant.

"Are you sure this matter has something to do with the goal?" Giordano hurried down the steps.

"I have this instinct, sir." Marchimer rushed to the street and opened the door for his boss.

"Your gut feeling? You used this to pull me away from the two beautiful girls?" Giordano pulled the cigarette case out of his pocket and lit a cigarette.

"Before the Gendarmerie was killed, some witnesses confirmed that they were questioning a foreigner. Although their physical characteristics were not consistent with the information we had, but considering that the target may have changed their makeup, this is the only clue we have now. I think "Maybe" Marchimer said when he began to feel a little guilty.

"That's about getting ready to try your luck again. You never thought this might be another false alarm? We have been emptying several times in a row during this day, and the following affiliates and the military have begun to complain, you know every How much manpower and material resources will be required for this operation? I can’t explain it to you in this way.” Giordano scratched his head for only a few days, and his hairline showed obvious signs of leaning back. .

"You also said that you should come out of the hidden internal response, and the identity of many of these arrested people is very suspicious." Captain Marchem felt the need to justify one or two.

"I didn't expect our eyeliners to be so chaotic that the targets they were looking for had no traces, only to know that I had handed in a bunch of fake intelligence. I began to wonder if they were really doing it for us. Live, not want to use our hands to hit our opponents." Giordano slammed a cigarette and popped the cigarette **** out of the car window.

"Major, this time the situation is different from before. This time it was the report of the National Gendarmerie."

"This group of **** is even more unreliable. Each report is written like a myth. I know that there are some tribal armed forces near the Tunisian border. They often clash with the military police for smuggling routes. This is likely to be an ordinary one. Revenge-seeking activities. This kind of thing can be left to the local garrison to deal with, and we must now go all out to focus on Tripoli.

There is no need to manage Zuwala anymore. According to the latest information obtained from Rome, the target will arrive in this city within a few days and connect with Soviet intelligence personnel lurking in Tripoli, so we should not focus on Go to other directions, because it is probably the bait released by the opponent, we should concentrate all the power on our hands to this city to fight a annihilation battle. "Giordano lit a second cigarette.

"When did you get the information, sir, how could I not know at all?"

"This was obtained from a private source and should be able to receive written notice in the next two days."

"The **** bureaucrats."

"I agree, these **** bureaucrats."

The car was temporarily silent.

"Sir, what important documents are carried on the target, and it needs such a mobilization of teachers to turn us all around."

Captain Malchimo took the cigarette delivered by his boss.

"At this time, you should be able to tell you. The target carries a secret copy of the German-French-German-British alliance treaty obtained from the French government. All of them are confidential provisions signed between Germany and the two countries. The content is absolutely It is not allowed to disclose to the outside world. To know that insider trading like this, there can be no fairness. Once it is known to the public, it will definitely cause strong public dissatisfaction. If there is any content that targets third-party countries, then the problem is It's more serious, ranging from international disputes, to the breakdown of relations between the two countries.

This is exactly the most urgently needed weapon by Mussolini. Once we get these secret documents, it can be used to threaten the French government of Betten, and can also be used to attack the arrogant head of Germany and attack German authority. If it can provoke the anger of the public in Britain and France, it may even subvert the current situation in Europe. This may be a great opportunity for Italy. At least we can recapture Sardinia from the French. So Rome will order us to intercept this information at all costs. "Major Giordano spoke with smoke.

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