At around 10 pm, the huge Washington Capital Hotel only showed off sparse lights. To be precise, the windows in most rooms were blocked by thick curtain cloth. With the convening of the Navy Conference, the curtain cloth here was not only used to block the peepers' vision, but people can imagine how many political transactions and dark activities are hidden behind those curtains.

After the vicious incident of the assassination of the German Emperor, the US authorities have exponentially strengthened their vigilance to the naval delegations of various countries, and Wilson personally ordered: "Before the last naval representative leaves the United States, no adverse events are allowed!"

As a result, many American police and soldiers built tight cordons around the building - triangular wooden frames, rifles, bayonets, cavalry, and military trucks. In this case, the military even sent armored cars that were rare in daily life to strengthen the vigilance. Next to the cordons at every intersection around the building was a yellow armored vehicle with machine guns. Sentinels could be seen everywhere under the dim street lights. Anyone who attempts to enter this area must undergo extremely strict inspections, and even the level of alertness is not reduced at all.

On this cold night, a middle-aged man wandered two streets away from the Capital Hotel for a long time. However, because he did not have a legal identity and reason to enter this area, he could not get close to his goal.

After throwing down 40 cigarette butts, the middle-aged man took a last look at the building and had no choice but to leave. At this moment, a man walked out of the darkness not far away, a man wearing a black windbreaker and a round-brim hat.

"Is there any fire?" the man spoke fluent English and stopped two steps away from the other party.

"Yes!" The middle-aged man put his right hand into his pocket with some anxiety, took out a metal lighter and handed it to the other party.

The man took the lighter and did not rush to light a cigarette. Instead, he glanced at the street light and asked:

“What’s the weather tomorrow?”

The middle-aged man's heart moved, which was the code of the link agreed upon by the organization. So he immediately responded: "It may be good, it may be bad, but it is not very ideal in any case!"

The man said again, "How are your family members?"

The middle-aged man replied: "Everything is fine, but the cat is sick!"

"Come with me!" The man said, looking around vigilantly, and then walked towards the corner with the middle-aged man.

About 5 minutes later, the two entered an ordinary-looking apartment and went to the fourth floor, which is the top floor here. The man first knocked on the door with a "giggle...giggle...giggle". Hearing someone inside answered "My heart is still the same" before taking out the key and opening the door.

The middle-aged man followed closely in. It looked completely American-style decoration, including tables, chairs, sofas, radios, ovens, etc. There was a set of tea sets on the table in the center of the living room, and a young blonde sat on the sofa on one side.

"Don't worry, it's safe here!" the man said, taking off his hat, and a handsome face reflected under the light, looking a few years older than the blonde young man.

The middle-aged man was not in sight and poured himself a cup of hot water, "It's so cold outside! Why did you change the contact point here?"

"There was an accident in the Tequila bar. Our liaison officer there originally wanted to get a batch of explosives, but was accidentally bitten by the Americans!" The man explained helplessly. "We had to build a house here. At night, we would wander around to see if we could meet someone who came to the joint. You were the third group to contact us again!"

"Oh, so that's it!" The middle-aged man thought that there were at least two other groups, and he felt more at ease.

The blonde young man sitting on the sofa didn't talk to each other, but he just picked up the corner of the curtain from time to time and looked out.

"You can call me Alexei, he is my partner Varenkin! By the way, how are you doing?" The young man walked to the table and poured twice the hot water, then handed a glass to the young man.

The middle-aged man took the water cup, "They all called me Igor! Our group got three boxes of high explosives in total, which totaled about 500 pounds! By the way, there is also a used car!"

"It's pretty good, much better than the previous two groups! One of them got two boxes of low-explosives, and the other bought less tnt from the black market! However, what I'm most worried about is other groups with no news. Maybe someone has been arrested and revealed his identity. Have you seen that the Americans have transferred a lot of armored vehicles in the past few days to strengthen their vigilance!" Speaking of this, the young man looked at the middle-aged man with great concern, "You must be cautious, we can't make any more losses!"

The middle-aged man unambiguously stated that he would contribute everything to the country and would complete the task at all costs.

"Very good!" The young man thought for a while, "on the last day of the meeting, representatives from all countries will gather in the main hall of the Capitol. That is the best time for us to do it! Your mission is to deliver the bomb to our response location one day in advance! For specific details, you will go to the place where we met just now at 10 pm in three days to wait for me!"

"Okay!" Speaking of this, the middle-aged man was ready to leave, and the young man named Varianjing opened the curtains. A few seconds later, he suddenly shouted in a low voice:

"There is a situation!"

Aliksey walked quickly to the window, glanced out of the window, and he secretly called out "Not good".

Before Igor could ask questions, Aliksai walked past him in a hurry and whispered: "Don't ask anything, come with me!"

Immediately afterwards, Aliksai walked to the bathroom door, opened the door, walked to the bathtub, took off the breather facing outward, and signaled Igor to climb out from here, "Climb to the top and hide it!"

Igor didn't say anything. With the help of Aliksai, he quickly climbed out of the breathable window. This side was not facing the street, and it was pitch black below. Igor grabbed the eaves with both hands, and with force, he quietly climbed up to the roof with an inclination of about 30 degrees. At this moment, he heard a knock on the door, and the breathable window was reinstalled.

Igor looked up and observed. There were no attic windows like ordinary houses except for a few chimneys. It seemed that they could only come from special passages, but now there may be ambushing there.

At the same time, Alics below opened the door, and outside the door were five men in windbreakers.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Plackclothes police!" The man in charge showed his ID, "We have received a report that someone is abducting women and children here. Please open the door for our inspection!"

"What? Trafficking..." Alics looked amused and crying. "Mr. Police, do you think I look like it?"

The plainclothes in the head were a little helpless, "There is no way to do this. Since someone has reported it, we have to come and have a look!"

Aliksai was not only worried that they would find something, but his intuition told him that this matter was far from that simple, but rejecting this group of plainclothes police would only arouse their suspicion.

"Okay, we're going to rest. Please leave after you've seen it!"

After opening the door, the plainclothes walked in calmly. After looking around and confirming that there were only two big men here, they did not leave but showed their pistols, "Don't move. We are now officially arresting you for espionage and undermining national security!"

"Bastard!" Aliksai cursed these shameless American plainclothes fiercely. It seemed that the other party was originally coming for him. What puzzled him was that he was temporarily ordered to set up a secret contact point here three days ago. Why did the Americans get the news so quickly? An extremely bad feeling made Aliksai fight a cold war in his heart. He hoped that Igor on the roof could understand this and report to his superiors. Unfortunately, this hope was really slim...

On the same night, the Japanese cruise ship "Miaogao" (the historically the Miaogao heavy cruiser was completed and put into service in 1928, so there is no problem of duplicate name here) has already entered the Caribbean Sea. The sea was blowing quite a bit of wind, and the temperature was quite low. Passengers and crew members who were not on duty were basically hiding in the cabin, and many people were also gathered in the warm cafe, most of which were eastern holes, and of course some white people with blue eyes and high noses.

Two days after leaving the United States, Xino's worries gradually faded, but the doubts in his mind were still puzzled. After thinking about it, he felt increasingly that he had fallen into a bad mystery.

"It's you again! Isn't it cold?"

Leaning on the railing, DiSino turned his head and saw the Japanese crew member who was talking to him during the day. At this time, he had already been on the boat with a thick coat, a black crew cap on his head, a funny tying a very thick scarf around his neck, and a long flashlight in his hand, which seemed to be on duty.

"Well, a little! I'm bored inside, come out and have some breath!" Xino spoke slowly, first of all, because she was in a bad mood, and secondly, she could let the other party understand what she was saying.

"Oh, that's it!" The Japanese crew stopped beside Cino and took out a small square thing from his body. "Give it, try our Japanese cigarettes!"

Xino glanced at him, then looked at the square cardboard box in his hand. It was not much different from American cigarettes, but it was not as beautifully wrapped paper and colored pictures as camel cigarettes. There seemed to be only some black and white lines and words on it. Xino took out one from it and put it on his nose and smelled it. Although the packaging was not very good, the quality of the tobacco was still good.

"This is a Yamato brand cigarette, it's very good!" The Japanese crew member also pulled out one and put it in his mouth. Before lighting the cigarette, he said, "You ask me to smoke, I ask you to smoke, we are also friends! My name is Shizuma Kochiro, please take care of me in the future!"

"Oh! Chumo..." Xino thought for a few seconds, then told him that his name was Xino.

"Then are you traveling to Japan alone?" Chuma was a little curious, "I never seem to see you talking to other people on the boat!"

"Oh no, I have a few other friends with me, but my friends and I don't like to talk much!" Xino explained reluctantly.

"So Mr. Xino, who doesn't like talking, I'm going to go on a patrol now. Do you want to go for a walk with me?" Chumo warmly invited Xino to patrol together, because it was a civilian cruise ship, and there was nothing to keep in secret from top to bottom.

Xino couldn't think of a reason to not go, so he agreed.

After walking around the front deck, Cold asked Xino to take out the last pack of cigarettes on her body, and there were still the last two cigarettes left in it. He gave Chumo one without hesitation, took one by himself, and then kneaded the empty cigarette box into a ball and threw it into the sea.

"By the way, I think I should give you a piece of advice. It is best not to ask merchants to buy cigarettes when they come to Japan, because the government issued a smoking ban order 300 years ago. Although smoking will not be severely punished now, the shops still dare not put cigarettes on the shelves!" Chumo said as he took Xino to a shelves. The two lit cigarettes one after another, and Xino asked:

"Then why do you still make cigarettes in your country?"

"It is said that the owner of Yamato cigarettes is a rich and related foreigner, and the relevant government departments have been opened up. Nowadays, as long as you give some benefits, those officials will turn a blind eye! Imported cigarettes were strictly prohibited, but they can still buy a lot of foreign cigarettes in private, from Germany, Britain and the United States!" Speaking of this, Chumo was a little angry. In recent years, frequent bribery scandals and funding cases have caused them, such as civilians, to be very dissatisfied with corrupt government officials.

"Briefing and accepting bribes is not much better in the UK, but now no one dares to do it blatantly!" After saying this, Xino suddenly realized that he had "exposed" his British identity. Fortunately, Chumo did not pay attention to this, so he quickly pulled the topic away:

"Why is your government banning smoking? Wouldn't it be great to increase tax revenue?"

"Who knows?" Chumo shrugged, with a very American way of answering.

"What about the war?" asked Cino again, "Your government seems to be very keen on war!"

"Yes, our army can win huge victories every time we go to war. We defeated the Chinese and the Russians. Maybe we can defeat the Americans in the future!" Chumo was a little intoxicated as he said. But when he remembered that the person around him came from the United States, he realized that he had a little disloyal, so he whispered to Xino, "Sorry. I don't mean that!"

To be honest, Xino was not particularly disgusted with the Japanese's ambition to actively defeat the United States, but not long ago, Japan sent troops to occupy Singapore and Malaysia, which were originally from Britain, which made him very angry. Unfortunately, the British Empire is now in a state of division, let alone send troops to protect the interests of a certain colony.

"Nothing, Chuma, that's just a matter of the government and the army!"

This sentence made Chuma feel a little more at ease. As the two of them spoke, they had already walked along the side corridor to the place near the stern. Xino, who had sharp ears, suddenly heard some movement in front of them, so they pulled Chuma and stopped.

After concentrating, Chuma also heard the strange and rustling sound. He made a silent gesture, turned off the flashlight, and walked gently towards the other side with Xino.

After a while, the two found the place where the sound came from, and there were only six or seven figures in the dark. They seemed to be putting a lifeboat off the boat.

"Be gentle, don't let people hear it!" One of them was still whispering to the others.

This voice surprised Chuma because it was not someone else who spoke, but Fukuo Matsuda, the captain of the ship. He was about to get up, but Cino grabbed him and signaled him not to go out for the time being.

Sure enough, the man spoke again soon: "Hurry up, do you want to be crushed to pieces with this ship?"

Chumo felt a big deal. After continuing to observe for half a minute, he pulled Xino and quietly got up and walked back for a distance, then whispered:

"Oh my God, that's our captain, Mr. Matsuda. It seems that there is also a first mate, a second mate and a few sailors!"

"What did they say just now?" Xino couldn't understand the Japanese language of those people, but judging from the atmosphere and Chuma's expression, that was definitely not a good thing.

"They said the ship would be crushed to pieces!" Chumo told Cino in an incredible tone.

"God! How could this be...?" Despite the worst mental preparation, Cino was still shocked when he heard this.

"I don't understand!" Chumo said and looked at the other side just now, "I think I should go to the captain to ask clearly!"

"No! You can't go!" With his years of experience in staff work, Xino felt that there must be hidden secrets behind this matter, otherwise he would not have regarded the entire ship and the many passengers and crew as victims.

"Why not?" Kochichiro Tsuma didn't understand.

"You go and die!" Xino looked serious. In order to let the other party understand what he meant, he deliberately slowed down his speech. "Since they don't want others to know, they won't let the person who happened to find them continue to live. Do you understand?"

Chumo thought about it and then accepted Xino's opinion.

"What should we do?"

To be honest, Xino didn't know what to do now, but he still looked calm. After thinking for a while, he asked with certainty: "What we just saw were all small Japanese, no American or Europeans, right?"

Chuma nodded.

"Do you know any special passengers on the boat? Like a VIP or a prisoner?"

Chumo thought about it and told Xino with certainty: "As far as I know, there is no!"

"Then..." Xino held his chin with his right hand, "Is there anything important on the boat? Would they want to take something for themselves and then deliberately sink the boat and make people think it was an accident?"

Chuma thought for a while, "There are very few valuable things on the boat, usually only passenger luggage and ordinary mail packages. Even if there is one, they will use a safe, but I haven't seen such things on board these days!"

"Then, they are targeting one or some people, more than..." As he said that, Xino suddenly widened his eyes. It seemed that they were the only ones who met this condition. If the ship exploded on this sea, then the secret of the previous assassination of the German Emperor would sank to the bottom of the sea forever!
Chapter completed!