Kingsman in Sohar prison

When he reached the Sohar station, Finley found the sentries there, wooden and unguarded, huddled under their woolen coats as if afraid of the cold. He breezed up to the third flFinleyoor, where, according to reliable sources, the target Intel is in room 13.

The corridors were empty, not guarded as imagined, and there were dozens of doors. Finglemer counted the numbers: "10, 11, 12, 14..." He stopped short. Why isn't there room 13?

Not only that, but Finley soon noticed that the numbers behind him were getting more and more chaotic and that the entire third floor was in an unorderly sequence of rooms. Time has not allowed confirming room by room, in the end, which is the real room 13? Finley was confused. Sohar was not as simple as he had thought. But trumps are trumps, and he thought a little and had a plan.

Finley crept down to the second floor, where the rooms were not known for what they were, but the doorjamb was lined with code. He found Room 13 at the beginning of the corridor and forced open the door with little effort.

There was a strong smell of alcohol in the room, and several men, apparently station workers, were sleeping soundly. Quietly pleased, Finley crept to the window, burned the iron with a silent torch, climbed out, and climbed up to the room on the third floor.

As he had expected, Room 13 on the second floor was just above room 13 on the third floor. Even if the house number is shuffled, the room is static and unchanged, the regular second floor is the reference of the third floor is shuffled! Soon, he found the target information in this room.

The task was so easy for Finley that he even questioned Oversight's overestimation of the Sohar station. Curious, he wanted to find out. He opened the nearest few doors, only to be stunned.

Every room was stacked with piles of papers, from secret letters to important military dispatches. Finley turned the pages and marveled at how powerful the Soviet intelligence network was! The value of this information to him is the equivalent of promotion MEDALS, gold, and silver! Finley fumbled to stuff the information into his bag, thinking to himself, This is great.

At this time, the corridor suddenly came the sound of opening and closing the door, and then, light footsteps from far and near... Was he a guard at the station? Finley clutched the message in his arms and the gun at his waist.

A few minutes later, a young man in night combat fatigues slipped in. Finally understood. It was the same! He quietly stepped forward to break the ice, confessing that he was also an agent, while secretly pulling the bolt of his gun so that if anything moved, Finley would preempt it.

Probably not expecting anyone in the room, the young man seemed even more flustered than Finley. He relaxed a little at his explanation and forced a smile. "Don't shoot. I'm an agent, too. Everyone takes what they want."

The young man's name is Solo. He's an Italian agent. Solow arrived an hour earlier than Finley, but he was trapped by a third-floor smoke screen, so he tried to look room by room.

"I'VE ALWAYS HEARD THAT SOHAR IS A PRISON FOR SECRET AGENTS. No ONE CAN TAKE INFORMATION FROM SOHAR. Now I BELIEVE IT!" "Said Solo, discouraged.

Instead of telling Solo the trick, Finley teased, "Come on, what kind of prison is it when there's no patrol in the hallways?" Unwittingly, Finley noticed that Solo's eyes were starting to look the wrong way as he, too, saw the vast amount of information in the room.

"There's a lot of information," Finley said tentatively. "Would you like to take some of it?"

Solo readily agreed, and together they gathered more information from the other rooms, piled it up as high as a hill, and began to frantically sift through it. Soon after, Finley glanced out the window, calculating that it was time for a change of guard. Not wanting to delay any longer, he was about to say goodbye to his new friend when he caught a glimpse of the familiar Iron Eagle symbol, Solo's trophy, among a pile of papers.

It was information about his own country, Finley thought. What did Solo want with that? Although Germany and Italy are Allies, if this information gets out, the consequences will be terrible... He immediately demanded that Solo hand over all German information.

Of course, Solo refused, and sneered: "You have a lot of Italian information, too? Don't think I didn't see it."

Two people at the same time pull out guns to point at each other, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly tense, Finley is afraid of alerting the sentry who can not go, so take the initiative to pull out the Italian information and throw it away, see this, Solo had to discard the relevant German information.

Less this part, two people in the hands of the "wealth" obviously shrink, the heart is a little not taste. Finley escapes Solo and escapes the station with a packet of information.

He had not gone far when he realized that he was being followed. He ducked behind a pile of discarded paint cans. His stalker flashed by, wearing a woolen coat with a red star on the collar.

No! The wooden sentries couldn't have spotted him. Was Solo trying to kill and steal? With the skill of an agent, it is not difficult to kill a sentry and escape in disguise... With this in mind, Finley was pulled out of the way. At some point, the man came around to the back of the room and tied him up, so forcefully that he could not resist. With his head held down, Finley pleaded, "Is that Solo? I give you all the information. Please don't kill me."

As the man marched him back to the guard post and released his grip, Finley looked back and saw the face. Startled, he exclaimed, "You're Reid from the first class of the German Spy Camp? Hello, senior fellow! I was in the class of ten." Then he stood to attention and gave a military salute.

Reed SMILED AWKWARDLY AS IT WAS JUST BEFORE DAWN WHEN A MAN IN prison CLOTHES CAME TO CHANGE GUARD WITH HIM. Reid took off his military overcoat and threw it over the man, revealing the same prison clothes underneath.

Seeing that Finley did not understand, Reid led him into the second floor of the Sohar station.

It had been hard to see clearly at night, and now that it was dawn and people were getting up, Finley realized that they were all wearing the same prison clothes as Reed. They were not staff at all, they were prisoners! The smell of cooked vegetables wafted from the corridors, all the doors were left open, and people gathered to smoke, chat, and play billiards, this is not prisoner treatment. Compared with the third floor, the second floor is a world away.

Including Reed, Finley met many of the faces of the military press, the long-lost and legendary agents who had been in Soha all along.

Reid tapped him on the shoulder and said, "This Soviet station, which was heavily guarded, got a lot of agents, and they treated the prisoners well and let us stay."

"Would you rather be convicts than run?" "Said, Finley.

"At first, everyone wanted to run, but as the war progressed, more and more people began to see the situation," Reid said with a sigh and the voice of someone who had been there before. They know that if the information is leaked, there will be more senseless attacks on countries, perhaps their own home. To let the family get rid of the shadow of the war as soon as possible, we would rather choose to "disappear", consciously stand guard in Soha, willing to guard the station for the Soviet Union, do not let the guy steal information step out!

In this way, the Soha station looked more like a trap. It looked like a loose guard, enticing agents to take the bait, then keeping them locked up against each other, and the war situation was certainly more favorable to the Soviet Allies.

"I saw you in your German uniform," Reid said. "I wanted to let you go, but the changeover wouldn't let me. If I didn't bring you back, the information you took with you would have had incalculable consequences.

Finley threw a bag full of information on the floor and said, "I'll take nothing with me. Will you let me go home?" Reid asked, "Will the dictators ever forgive you if you don't get it back?"

At that moment, shots rang out from the end of the corridor. Looking behind them, Finley saw that Solo, who was carrying a bag full of information, had refused to be captured and had been shot dead by the prisoners here.

Reid handed Finley a prison jumpsuit and deadpanned, "As long as you don't run away, you're fine. Here is very good, no war, food, and drink, how comfortable! We'll all live to the end of the war. I almost love it here."

Finally, Finley's trump card became a dead card in the Sohar deck...