Chapter 107 The Origin

At dusk, a US-made Douglas transport plane sprayed with Norwegian flag landed smoothly on the international airport in Geneva, Switzerland. The gangway was in place and the cabin door was opened. The group of passengers walked out of the cabin looked good. The ladies were wearing gems inlaid, the men were wearing high-end clothes, and there were also some young and strong men carrying suitcases behind them. They were just in Switzerland, which was located in central Europe, avoiding two world wars. Such figures were not rare.

Without the airport concession, external vehicles were not allowed to enter the apron without authorization, but the group was still under obvious care. They were able to bypass the waiting hall of ordinary passengers and leave from the back door, and then boarded three cars that had been waiting for a long time. In the sunset, they rushed along the flat road and quickly disappeared into the prosperity of the city.

Two hours later, a small cocktail party was held in a private villa in the north of Geneva. Although there were only more than 20 participants, more than a dozen young men with vigilant faces lurked at the high point outside the villa and in the car parked in the dark. They closely monitored the various intersections nearby and prepared to deal with possible unexpected situations at any time.

It is precisely because of these people that the atmosphere in the villa is much more relaxed.

"Happy sir and wife, welcome to the beautiful Switzerland!"

A middle-aged and elderly man wearing a white suit and a British lip beard held a goblet and greeted the handsome gentlemen and the beautiful ladies they held. Obviously to show sincerity, he drank the red wine in the glass and smiled heartily.

"Barte Pat is a legend in the imperial intelligence community!"

The young and elegant Hans Andri introduced to his colleagues: "The beginning of his career can be traced back to the reign of the German Emperor. As an intelligence officer, he has been to every country in Europe and can communicate in more than a dozen languages. In the imperial intelligence community, only the old Canaris can be compared with it!"

"Oh, General Canaris, legend... Sir, I suggest that we have a drink for General Canaris who cannot be hanged. Without his support, it would be difficult for us to take root in Switzerland and hold on for so many years!" The old man in white dress picked up the wine glass again, just judging from his tone, this was not a positive compliment, because Canaris did not die at the Allied Trial, but was ordered to hang by the head of state on April 8, 1945.

Although he failed to inherit the memory of the Primarch, all the abilities, strength, endurance, alcoholism, etc. of this body are still dominated by Lynn. As a Danish German, his beer volume is almost excessive, and drinking the first half of the box of red wine is not a problem. But even so, Lynn has never shown up or indulged in wine. Thanks to this rational and cautious, his life of licking blood on the edge has lasted for more than half a year, and whether in the frontline battlefield or in the core confidential area of ​​the United States, he has been able to safely overcome all crises. Now in Switzerland, when he arrived at the residence where intelligence personnel settled, he only sipped a small sip and carefully observed the expressions and expressions of every strange face here.

"I should have retired gloriously. At this age, I can defeat three young men alone and retire..." The old man in white was full of mockery, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances and anger in front of these imperial officials who were difficult to get this.

Except Andri and his Central European Intelligence Chief Alfred Schar, everyone who came to Switzerland was surprised and embarrassed by this scene. In their opinion, the person who received them seemed to be not an experienced spy, but an old alcoholic who was drunk and full of resentment.

There was aged and qualifications, not to mention that it was on someone else's territory. Although Andri was unhappy, he couldn't have an attack. He whispered something to Schar, and gave a look to the man in a black dress next to him, and took him to Lynn and Courtland.

The four of them took a few steps to the side, and then Andri said in a very low voice: "This baron was injured in a head during an early operation, leaving behind the sequelae of liking to talk nonsense. He is usually in a semi-retired state. This operation mainly involves wealthy merchants who are difficult to contact with. Only the baron has some friendship with them, so I can recommend it to us."

Lynn nodded to express his understanding. Every man has his story, which may not be exciting, but it will definitely become a topic of conversation in his twilight years.

Andri immediately introduced the man in the black dress next to him to his two colleagues: "This is Erich von Benning, our intelligence officer in Switzerland. He is actually responsible for 6 intelligence stations, 8 intelligence liaison points and 120 intelligence personnel in Switzerland."

With Switzerland's population and land area, the number of these intelligence points and intelligence personnel sounds like a lot. As for the man standing next to Andre, Lynn guessed that he was about 35 years old, with a very ordinary appearance, his eyes looked dull and dull. Walking on the street, it was easy to see him as a driver, a worker, or a guy who was either a mean person or a guy who pretended to be a pig and a tiger.

"I'm honored to meet two officers here!"

This man spoke very pure and fluent German, and even with this accent, he deserved his aristocratic surname.

Andri then added: "We don't usually call the real name of the intelligence personnel, and Feng Boning's nickname is 'nail'."

“As appropriate!”

Courtland was talking casually, and intelligence personnel often had to hold onto one place like nails for a long time, but Lynn felt that this person seemed unhappy after hearing Courtland's words.

Andri obviously knew the inside story. He smiled and said, "'Nail' is still unmarried, and his goal is the same as that of you, Chief Galgo! The difference is that you have succeeded and he is still working hard!"

Lin En was stunned for a moment and quickly figured out what the meaning of this sentence. "Porcelain dolls" are indeed beautiful and amazing, but should we say that this guy has lofty ambitions, or is it a toad who wants to eat swan meat?

"Is there a specific person?" Lin En asked casually.

Andri was still smiling: "It's time to ask himself "nails"!"

The intelligence officer, wearing a black dress and mediocre appearance, did not speak, but looked at the ladies with a meaningful look.

Dinah?

Lynn was shocked. If this was the case, it would be a big deal now!

At this moment, Baron Pat, wearing a white suit, was obviously showing off his experience to the ladies. The strange or thrilling stories caused the ladies to exclaim and laugh sometimes. Although they were running around along the way, Dinah slept for more than ten hours on the plane. At this time, she looked pretty good. With her beauty and figure, she was naturally outstanding among these ladies.

"Mrs. I believe that one of them is a pure German, from a once prominent noble family."

Feng Boning at least said this, which made Lin En's heart hanging in the air relieved. The old version of Journey to the West story of Tang Monk's family background is still firmly engraved in his mind!

"It seems there is one!" Lynn replied. It was in the lounge behind the troupe. Dinah introduced several "porcelain dolls" that she had no chance to see at all, but the one who impressed her the most at that time was Bella, who was charming.

Feng Boning, who had a mediocre appearance and a dull look, drank a small sip of red wine in a depressed manner, and did not respond to Lin En's words.

"If this operation can be successful, the 'nail' will make a great contribution. Then we will make a statement to the head of state, and I believe there is great hope!" Andri said, while looking at Lynn and Courtland sly.

"That's of course!" Lin Neng quickly said that the Third Reich is now at a trough of decline, and its political and military influence has dropped sharply, and it has naturally lost its previous binding force on intelligence personnel scattered overseas in the past, which means it can slightly restrain the supply of funds. Because of this, many German intelligence personnel lurking in the Soviet Union in the past have been turned into British and American intelligence agencies that can give them more support and political immunity. As for these intelligence personnel lurking in Switzerland, no one can guarantee that they have not been shaken - they may even have contacted the United Kingdom and the United States!

Although Courtland had no talent in economics and finance, he had been in the Imperial Prime Minister's Office and the base camp for many years, and he still had the ability to observe his expressions. He raised his glass at the right time: "I suggest that we have a drink together for the respectable ideal of Your Excellency Feng Boning!"

"Yes, for the long-cherished wish of 'nail'!" Andri raised his glass.

The three high-level officials toasted together, which was already a great deal for a mere intelligence officer of the Swiss intelligence network. However, Feng Boning was like a soft and hard guy. The corner of his mouth moved slightly and smiled. After raising the glass, he only took a sip, which made the guests who had at least had a big mouthful of sip.

When everyone put down the wine glass in their hands, Feng Boning spoke first. He said in a subtle tone: "During the war, Switzerland was a place where spies from Britain, the United States and the Soviet Union were rampant. Everyone tried to spy on each other's secrets, and they were paying attention to the quantity and source of precious metals, diamond treasures and cash sent to Swiss banks. Now that the war is over, Switzerland has become the country with the most concentrated wealth in the world, which is even more eye-catching!"

Lynn, Andry and Courtland looked at each other in confusion, and for a moment it was hard to figure out what this guy really wanted to express - whether to emphasize the difficulty of lurking here for many years, or to deliberately show the importance of their position?

The intelligence officer continued: "I feel extremely honored that the sirs have come here, and I hope to take this opportunity to accumulate more merits. But the sirs, the words are ahead, Switzerland only seems calm on the surface, but in fact, undercurrents are surging. The Baron and I have been stationed here for many years, and our observations, contacts and understanding of all aspects are relatively objective and comprehensive, so... I hope that the sirs will try to absorb and consider the suggestions we put forward during the operation and do not act lightly without preparation."
Chapter completed!