It was 9 o'clock in the evening on August 2nd - it was the most terrifying August in human history. Perhaps people have sensed that this fallen world is being shrouded in the curse of God and has become more depressing and boring. 1

A kind of eerie silence and blank expectation spread in the sultry air... The sunset has set, but there are still blood-red traces in the sky, like a torn wound, the sky is shining with starlight, and the sea surface

There was a boat fire swaying on the boat. On the sidewalk in the garden, two German celebrities were leaning on the railing. Behind them was a row of gabled houses, short and dull; in front of them was the vast and majestic beach under the chalk cliff. Von Bo

Ke is like a wandering eagle, which has been perched on this cliff for more than 4 years. They stood side by side, chatting in low voices. Looking up, two red cigarette butts flickered, like a vigilant figure in the night.

The devil's eyes are very scary. Von Bock was once a spy loyal to the German Emperor, and he was one of outstanding merit. Because of his outstanding intelligence, he was sent to England to perform an important mission. After he accepted the mission, others

Only those who know the truth of the matter (there are only five or six people in the world in total) truly know how powerful he is, and one of them is the person standing with him now - Baron von Hering, the First Secretary of the Legation.

The Baron's 100-horsepower Mercedes-Benz sedan was currently on a country road, quietly waiting for its owner to drive back to London.

"Based on my judgment on the development of this matter, maybe you can return to Berlin this week." The Baron said: "Dear von Bock, you will definitely be surprised by your popularity when you return there.

Yes, I have heard comments about your work from high-level officials in the country." The baron is tall, speaks slowly, and has a deep voice. These are important assets in his political life.

Von Bock smiled and said: "It's easy to fool them. They are the most innocent and kind-hearted people in the world."

"I'm not sure about this." The baron thought for a moment and said: "Their rules are very strange, but we must learn and abide by them. For strangers, their simplicity is very dangerous. They give people

The first impression left is often friendly. However, things will suddenly take a sharp turn. Only then will you realize that you are approaching your limit and you must force yourself to adapt to the facts. For example, you must abide by their biased and stubborn opinions.

rule."

"Do you mean things like 'culture and politeness'?" Von Bock exhaled a long breath as if he had experienced pain.

"I'm talking about all kinds of bizarre prejudices that are unique to Britain. Take myself as an example. I can talk about the biggest mistakes I've ever made. If you know what I do, you will understand what I mean.

How was the result? When I first came here, I was invited to attend a weekend dinner hosted by the cabinet ministers at his villa, and when we chatted, the casual attitude of the people was surprising."

Von Bock nodded and said coldly: "Well, I've been there too."

"Of course, I briefly reported the situation to Berlin. However, our Prime Minister did not pay much attention to these matters and leaked the content of the conversation on the radio. In this way, I was naturally held accountable and suffered a big loss. You have to know

, the British guys are no longer friendly in this situation, and it took me two years to gradually calm down the impact of this matter. Look at your sportsman-like posture."

"Don't, don't, don't call it a gesture. Postures are made deliberately by people, it's just my nature. I was born to like sports, that's it."

"Well, that will make it easier. You can row with them, hunt, play polo, and compete with them in various sports. I heard that you won a prize in the Olympia horse racing event, and even

I had a boxing match with a young officer. But what was the result? No one took you seriously. You were a so-called 'athlete', 'a decent person in the eyes of Germans', someone who loved drinking and going to nightclubs.

A young man who loves to wander around in the city and is not afraid of anything. This quiet house you live in the country is basically the base of British sabotage activities, and more than half of the activities are carried out here. And you, this sports-loving squire, actually

He is the most powerful agent in Europe. Genius, dear von Bock, you are indeed a genius!"

"Baron, you have given me the award. But I can say with a clear conscience that I did do something during my four years in the UK. You haven't seen my little warehouse yet, have you? Can you come in and have a look now?"

There were steps outside the door of the study. Von Bock opened the door and walked in front. He turned on the light, closed the door, and carefully drew the thick curtains. After carefully completing a series of precautions, he turned around.

Let the guests see his dark eagle-like face.

"Some documents have been transferred." He said: "My wife and other family members left here yesterday for Fulesing, and they took away some less important documents. I asked the embassy to protect the remaining parts."

"You have been included in the personal entourage. It should be easy for you and your luggage to travel. However, we may not need to leave here. The UK may leave France alone and let France develop on its own. One thing is for sure,

There is no binding treaty between Britain and France."

"What about Belgium?"

"Same."

Von Bock shook his head and said: "I really don't understand. The treaty has been signed, but it is not implemented in accordance with it. Belgium's humiliating injury this time will be difficult to heal."

"But at least Belgium can have temporary peace."

“What about national honor?”

"Oh! My friend, this is no longer a world of honor, this is an era of utilitarianism. In addition, Britain is not prepared at all. We have levied a special war tax of up to 50 million, which is the same as what was published in The Times

Just like the headlines, everyone can see what the purpose is. But the British still can't understand it, which is really puzzling. People are talking about this issue, and my job is to find the answer to the question; the anger burning around me is getting more and more

Fiercely, it was my job to calm the anger. But I can vouch for certain key issues - stockpiling munitions, preparing for submarine attacks, arranging for the manufacture of high explosives - none of which they were doing.

Moreover, we have provoked Ireland into civil war, and now Britain is in such chaos that it has no time to join the war."

"Britain has to think about its future."

"Well, but that's another matter. I estimate that we will formulate specific plans for Britain in the future, and your intelligence role is crucial. Mr. John Bull will act as soon as possible, either today or tomorrow. Today, we have already

Be prepared; tomorrow, preparations can be more complete. I think Britain should be wiser and rather than participate in the Allied war, it is better not to participate. However, this is their business. Their fate will change this week... Just now you

Speaking of your documents?" He was smoking a cigar leisurely in the armchair, his bald head reflecting in the light.

The room was large, surrounded by oak wainscoting and large bookshelves, with a curtain hanging in the corner. Hidden behind the curtain was a yellow copper safe. Von Bock took a small key from his watch chain.

After a sound, the lock of the heavy safe was opened.

"Look!" He stepped aside and pointed with his finger.

The interior of the safe was clearly visible under the light, with many sorting racks lined up. Mr. Secretary could not take his eyes off the labels on the sorting racks. Each shelf had a title, "Shallows", "Port Defense", "

Ireland', 'Egypt', 'The Channel', 'Rosyth' and so on. Every shelf was filled with plans and documents.

"That's awesome!" Mr. Secretary put down his cigar and gently clapped his two fat palms and said.

"Mr. Baron, I made these within 4 years. Not bad for a country gentleman like me who likes drinking and riding horses, right? However, my most precious collection will come soon, and I have already saved a good one.

Give it the position." He pointed to a box that read "Naval Signal".

"But don't you already have a dossier about it?"

"That one is too old and has no value. The Admiralty has already been alerted and changed all the codes. This is really a blow to me, Mr. Baron, the most serious blow in my war career. Fortunately, I have Alta

With this good helper and my bankbook, tonight's operation will go smoothly."

The secretary looked at his watch in disappointment and let out a long sigh from his throat.

"Oh, I really can't wait any longer. Now, there are important activities going on in the Carlton compound. You can imagine the scene. We need to get back to our places immediately. I thought I could bring you news of your great success, Al.

Didn’t Tamon decide on a specific time?”

Von Bock took out a telegram.

Must bring spark plugs tonight.

altamont

"spark plug?"

"Yeah, he's pretending to be a car expert and I'm pretending to be a car shop owner. A spark plug is a car part, in fact that's our code word. If he says radiator, it means battleship; oil pump, means cruiser. And so on.

, the spark plug represents the naval signal.”

"The telegram was sent from Portsmouth at 12 noon." The secretary looked at the name and address and said, "So, what are you going to give him?"

"If he succeeds, pay him 500 pounds. Of course, he also earns salary in normal times."

"It's really greedy. Although we need traitors like them, we have to pay a huge reward. I really don't think it's worth it."

"Altamon is a reliable partner. I am willing to pay him anything. In his own words, as long as I am willing to pay a large commission, he can complete any job no matter how difficult it is. In addition, I cannot call him a traitor.

I can assure you that our most intense pan-Germanic aristocrats have as tender a dove in their affections for England as an American of pure Irish descent."

"Really? An American of Irish descent?"

"As soon as you hear him speak, you will be convinced of this. Sometimes I can't understand him. He seems to have declared war on the King of England and all British people. He may come at any time. Do you really want to leave?

?”

"I'm sorry, I've almost stayed too long and can't wait any longer. We'll be waiting for you tomorrow morning, hoping to get the good news that you got the signal book from the little door on the Duke of York's steps. That way, everything you have in England will be

The mission has been successfully accomplished. Ha! Hungarian wine!" He pointed to a tightly closed, dusty wine bottle. Next to the wine bottle was a tray with two goblets placed on the side.

"Please give me a drink before you leave!"

"No, thank you. You seem to want to have a good drink!"

"Altamon likes to drink, especially my Hungarian red wine. He has a fiery personality and needs to deal with many details. I can guarantee that I have to observe him carefully." They walked out and talked on the steps. Not far away.

The car rumbled to life and kept shaking. It was Mr. Baron's driver who stepped on the accelerator. "I think this is probably the lights of Harwich!" The Baron said as he put on his windbreaker:

"Everything is too peaceful. Maybe in a week a different light will flash, and then there will be no such tranquility on the British coast. If Zeppelin can fulfill the conditions promised to us, then heaven will not be peaceful

place. Well, who is this person?”

There was a lamp in the only window behind them. Sitting at the table was an old woman with a rosy complexion and a country hat on her head. She was bent over knitting, occasionally stopping to touch the chair next to her.

Big black cat on the ground.

"Oh, this is my only servant, Martha."

The secretary laughed aloud.

"She is simply the spokesperson of Britain." He said: "Concentrated and leisurely. So, von Bock, let's meet again!" He waved his hand and got into the car. In the darkness, the golden light beam of the headlights was very dazzling.

The secretary was sitting in the back seat of the limousine, thinking about the tragedy that was about to happen to Europe. However, while he was thinking, he completely failed to notice the oncoming Ford car on the country road.

Seeing the light of the car lights disappearing in the distance, von Bock slowly walked back to the study. When he passed the old housekeeper's room, he saw that she had turned off the lights and was sleeping. The vast house was silent in darkness.

In the silence and silence, this scene gave him a new feeling. Because he owned a large family property, all his family members were safe and sound. Except for the old housekeeper's busy kitchen, he was the only one in other spaces.

He felt slightly relieved when he thought of this. Many things in the study needed to be sorted out, so he started to get started immediately, and the light from the burning files burned his handsome face red. He carefully organized the valuable documents in an orderly manner and prepared
To be continued...