Ace Agent in Prison

Late one night in the early days of World War II, German ace agent Fingeli received an obligation to infiltrate the Sokha intelligence station to steal a major military intelligence. "The Soviet Union had created a major intelligence station in the Soviet Union, which was rich in resources, but it was said that no one could take information from there, and all the agents who had been there had disappeared for no reason. Fedeli was not convinced, and he was determined to get this military information, which the Führer had ordered!

When he arrived at the Sokha intelligence station, Fingeli found the sentries with mute expressions and lax defenses, cowering in their tweed coats as if they were afraid of the cold. He easily went up to the third floor, where, according to reliable news, the target information was in room 13.

The corridors were empty, not as heavily guarded as one might expect, and there were dozens of doors. Fingeli counted the door numbers: "10, 11, 12, 14 ......" He stopped abruptly, how come there was no room 13?

Not only that, Fingeli soon found that the front door number was more and more chaotic, the entire third floor of the room sorted disordered, and there is no rule to speak of. Time is not allowed to confirm room by room, in the end, which one is the real room 13? Fedeli is confused, it seems that Stud is not as simple as he thought. But an ace is an ace after all, and with a little thought, he had a countermeasure.

Fingeli quietly went down to the second floor, the rooms on this floor do not know what they are for, but the door frame is carved on the side of the code, neatly arranged, he found room 13 in the early part of the corridor, effortlessly pried open the door.

The room smelled strongly of alcohol, and several people were sleeping soundly, looking like the staff of the intelligence station. Secretly pleased, Fingeli crept to the window, used a silent torch to burn through the iron window, flipped out of the window, and climbed up to the room on the third floor.

As he expected, the second floor, room 13 above, it is the third floor, number 13. Even though the door number was disturbed, the room was static and unchanged, and the regular second floor was the reference for the disturbed third floor! Quickly, he found the target intelligence in this room.

This obligation is too easy for Fingeli, and he even questioned the superior to the pike intelligence station's overestimation, curiosity, he wants to explore, so close to open a few room doors, not expected instantly frozen.

Each room is stacked with piles of documents, there are countries' secret letters, but also the main military war reports. Fingeli flipped through them and wondered how strong the Soviet intelligence network was! The cost of this information to him was equivalent to the promotion of medals, gold, and silver! Fingeli stuffed the information into his bag in a frenzied manner, and secretly sighed in his heart: he was rich now.

At this time, in the corridor suddenly came the sound of opening and closing the door, and then, the sound of light footsteps from far and near ...... is the guard of the intelligence station? Fingeli nursed the information in his arms and gripped the gun at his waist.

A few minutes later, a young man in a night combat uniform slipped out. Fingeli understood that it was a peer! He quietly stepped forward and was the first to break the ice, confessing that he was also an agent, while secretly pulling the bolt of his gun, if there was any movement, Fingeli would make the first move.

Probably did not expect someone in the room, the young man showed more than Fingeli, listened to his notes, then relaxed a little, forced to smile, and said: "Do not shoot. I am also an agent, we each take what we need."

The young man's name was Solo and he was an Italian agent. Solo had arrived an hour before Fingeli, but he was trapped by the barricade on the third floor, which is why he wanted to look from room to room.

"I've long heard that Soha is a prison for agents and no one can take information from Soha, now I believe it!" Solo said discouraged.

Fingeli did not intend to inform Solo of the trick to crack it, but instead made fun of it, "Come on, there is not even a patrol in the corridor, what kind of prison is it?" Inadvertently, Fingeli noticed that Solo's gaze was gradually wrong because he also saw the vast amount of information in the room.

Fedeli, who knew the principle of "he who sees, receives", spoke tentatively: "There is a lot more information, do you want to take some?"

Solo readily agreed, and they worked together to get more information from other rooms, piling them up as high as a mountain, and began to pick through them frantically. A short time later, Fingeli glanced out the window and figured it was time for a change of watch. Not wanting to delay any longer, he was about to say goodbye to his new friend when suddenly between them he caught a glimpse of the familiar Iron Eagle logo in a pile of papers that was Solo's trophy.

Fingeli's heart tightened, it was information about his own country! What did Solo want to do with it? Although Germany and Italy are allies, but once the information leaked, the consequences are unimaginable ...... he immediately asked Solo to hand over all the German information.

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The two men simultaneously drew their guns to point at each other, the atmosphere in the room suddenly calm, Fingeli afraid of alarming the sentries who can not go, so automatically pulled out the Italian intelligence and threw it away, see this, Solo also had to discard the German-related intelligence.

Less this part, the two hands of the "wealth" obviously shrink, and the heart is a little bit not feel. Fingeli took the opportunity to get rid of Solo and fled the station with a packet of information.

Not far away, Fingeli noticed someone following him, he dodged and hid in front of a pile of waste paint barrels, the person following him flashed by, wearing a tweed coat with a red five stars on the lapel, and was a sentry of the pike!

No! Those mute sentries couldn't have spotted him, could it be Solo trying to kill someone? With the agent's skills, it is not difficult to take out a sentry disguised as a fugitive ...... thinking this way, Fingeli was pulled out cold, the man somehow around the back, tied Fingeli back, the force of the force, not allowing him a little resistance. Fedeli was held down all the way, pleading: "Is it, Solo? I'll give you all the information, please don't kill me."

The man escorted him back to the guard post, and let go of his hand, Fingeli turned his head and saw the face, a moment of dismay, exclaimed: "You are the German agent's practice camp first Reid? Hello, senior! I am tenth." Said stood at attention and saluted a military salute.

Reid awkwardly smiled, at this time just dawn, a man in prison clothes came to change posts with Reid, Reid took off his military coat draped over the man, revealing the same prison clothes inside too.

Seeing that Fingaley was not well informed, Reid took him to the second floor of the Sokha intelligence station.

Night can not see clearly, now dawn, people get up one after another, Fingeli realized that the people here are wearing the same prison clothes as Reed, they are not staff, but prisoners! The aroma of braised food wafting down the corridor, all the room doors open at will, people gathered all the way smoking, chatting, playing pool, this is not the treatment of prisoners? Compared with the third floor, the second floor is a different world.

Including Reid, Fingeli saw many of the faces commonly seen in the military press again, those long-dead legendary agents, who had always stayed in the pokies.

Reid patted him on the shoulder and said, "This Soviet intelligence station, originally heavily guarded, captured a lot of agents, and they treated the prisoners well and let us stay."

"You'd rather be prisoners than run?" Fingeli wondered.

Reid sighed lightly, with the tone of the past to tell: initially, everyone wanted to run, but as the war gradually deepened, more and more people see the situation, although we have different nationalities, but the position is slowly converging. They are clear that once some information is leaked, there will be more meaningless blows to the country, and their hometown is probably among them. To let their families get rid of the shadow of war, they prefer to "disappear" and stand guard in Soha, willing to guard this intelligence station for the Soviet Union, not to let the guys stealing information step out!

In this way, the Sokha intelligence station is more like a trap, seemingly loosely guarded, to lure agents into the bait, and then let them be at each other's throats, imprisoned in this, the war situation is certainly more favorable to the Soviet allies.

Reid said, "In fact, I found you long ago, see you in German combat uniform, I would have let you go, but the brothers who changed the guard refused, if I do not take you back, you take away the information will have incalculable consequences, they will kill me."

Fingeli threw a bag full of information on the ground and said, "I'm not taking anything, let me return to the country okay?" Reid asked rhetorically, "Can those dictators spare you if you don't get the information back?"

At that moment, at the end of the corridor came the sound of gunfire, Fingeli looked at the sound, only to see carrying a bag full of information Soro resisted arrest, by the prisoners here beaten to death.

Reid handed Fingeli a prison coat, expressionless, "as long as you do not escape, it is fine. Here is quite good, no war, food, and drink, how comfortable! We can all live until the end of the war, I'm falling in love with this place."

Finally, the trump card of Fingalli became a waste card in the Stud pile ......