August 2 at 9 pm - This is the most terrible August in the history of the world. Some people may have thought that because of God's curse, this fallen world seems boring and dull. In the sultry air, there is something

A frightening silence and a feeling of hopelessness. The sun has set in the west, but there is still a blood-red mark hanging low in the western sky like a gaping wound. Starlight begins to twinkle in the sky, and the light from the ship below shines in the sky.

In the bay, beside the stone railing of the garden walk, stood two famous Germans, behind them a long row of dreary, low gabled houses.

They looked down at the beach at the foot of the huge chalk cliff. Von Bock himself had been like a wandering mountain eagle. Four years ago, he had settled on this cliff, and the two of them stood there close to each other.

Whispering. From below, two cigarette butts glowing red are like a pair of devil's eyes, smoking and peering into the darkness.

Von Bock was an outstanding figure. He was among the best among the intelligence officers working for the German Emperor. Because of his outstanding talents, he was first sent to Britain to perform an extremely important mission. Since he accepted the mission, the world

Only with the five or six people who really knew the truth, they became more and more aware of his shrewdness and ability. One of them was his current companion, Baron von Herring, first secretary of the embassy. At this time, the baron's 100-horsepower Mercedes-Benz

The car is stuck in a small alley in the countryside, waiting to take its owner to London.

"Based on the trends I'm seeing, you'll probably be able to go back to Berlin within this week," the secretary said. "Dear von Bock, when you get there, I think you'll be impressed by the welcome you're about to receive.

Surprised. I have heard some comments about your outstanding work from the highest authorities in the country." The secretary is tall and has a calm and slow voice, which has always been an important asset in his political career.

Feng Bock laughed.

"It is easier to deceive them," he said. "There are no more docile and pure people than they are."

"I don't know about this." Von Hering said thoughtfully, "They have some strange restrictions, and we must learn to abide by these regulations. Their apparent purity and simplicity are, to a stranger,

It's a trap. The first impression people get is often that they are extremely docile. However, next, you will suddenly encounter a very severe event, and then you will understand that you have reached your limit, and you must adapt to the fact.

.For example, they have their own bigoted habits, and they must abide by them."

"Hey, do you mean 'good education' or something like that?" Feng Bock sighed, like a man who has suffered a lot.

"I mean all the strange English prejudices which have manifested themselves, and I am qualified to speak of my own, insofar as I am concerned with the single greatest blunder I have ever made, for if I fully understand what I am doing

I will be more aware of my achievements when I work. At that time, when I first came here, I was invited to a weekend dance held at a cabinet minister's villa. The conversation was so casual and vulgar that it was shocking."

Feng Bock nodded and said indifferently: "I've been there too."

"Needless to say, I naturally gave a brief report of the situation to Berlin. Unfortunately, our good Prime Minister was quite negligent about such matters. He made a statement on the radio to show that he knew what was being said.

.In this case, of course it will be traced to me. You don’t know the loss I suffered this time. I want to tell you that our British masters are not docile on such occasions. In order to eliminate this

The negative impact took me two years. Now, with your attitude as an athlete..."

"No, don't call it posture. Posture is man-made, and it comes naturally to me. I am a natural athlete. I have a hobby in this area."

"Okay, that will be more effective. You row with them, hunt with them, and play polo. You compete with them in all kinds of sports. I heard that your one-man and four-horse carriage

You won a prize at the Olympia, and I heard you even had a boxing match with a young officer. What was the result? No one took you seriously. You were a 'connoisseur of sport', or 'a German

He is a very decent man, a daring young man who drinks well, likes nightclubs, and wanders around the city. This quiet country house of yours has always been the center of activity, and half of the sabotage in the UK is done here.

In the beginning, you, a country gentleman who loves sports, turned out to be the most capable spy in Europe. Genius, dear von Bock, you are really a genius!"

"Praises and awards, Baron. But I dare say that my four years in this country have not been wasted. You haven't inspected my little study yet. Would you like to come in for a while?" The door of the study leads directly to the steps.

, Von Bock pushed the door open and led the way. He first turned on the light switch, and then closed the door. The big baron followed behind him. Von Bock carefully closed the thick curtains on the lattice windows. Waiting until this

After everything was done, he turned his tanned eagle face to Baron von Hering.

"Some documents are no longer here." Feng Bock said, "My wife and other family members left here yesterday for Fuxing. They took away the less important documents. I asked the embassy to give the rest to

To protect.”

"Your name is on the list as a personal attendant, and there will be no difficulty in packing your luggage. Of course, it is possible that we will not have to leave, which is equally possible. England might abandon France to its fate.

Well! What we can be sure of is that there is no binding treaty between Britain and France."

"What about Belgium?"

"Same thing."

Von Bock shook his head and said: "I really don't understand how this can be done. Obviously with the treaty in place, Belgium will never recover from this humiliation."

"At least Belgium can have peace for the time being."

"And where is Belgium's honor?"

"Dear von Bock, we live in the era of utilitarianism, and honor is already an ancient concept in the Middle Ages. In addition, Britain is not prepared. Our special war tax is as high as 50 million pounds. Our purpose is obvious, it is for everyone

It was visible, like an advertisement on the front page of The Times, but it didn't wake the British people from their sleep. It's incredible. You can hear this question being discussed everywhere, and it is my mission to find the answer; everywhere

There is a wave of resentment, and my mission is to quell the resentment. However, I can assure you that on the most critical issues - such as stockpiling munitions, preparing submarines for combat, and preparing to make high explosives, Britain is unprepared.

Especially since we triggered the Irish Civil War and made it so chaotic, how could Britain, which had too much to take care of itself, still participate in the war?"

"The British must think about their own future."

"This is another matter. I think that in the future, we will have very clear plans for Britain, and the information you obtained is extremely important to us. For Mr. John Bull, it is either today or tomorrow.

If Britain is willing to fight today, we are fully prepared. If it is tomorrow, we are even better prepared. I think Britain should be smarter and join the Allied war instead of the Allied Powers. However, this is their

It's their own business. This week is the week that will decide their fate. But you just talked about your documents." Baron von Hering sat in an armchair, sipping his cigar leisurely, the light shining on his big, bald head.

The large room was paneled with oak wainscoting, and the walls were lined with bookshelves. A curtain hung in the far corner. Von Pock opened the curtain, revealing a large brass safe. He took the small key from his watch chain.

, fiddled with the lock, and the heavy cabinet door opened.

"Look!" von Bock said, pointing his finger.

The inside of the large brass safe was brightly illuminated. The secretary of the embassy concentrated on looking at the rows of filled sorting racks in the safe. There was a label on each sorting rack. At a glance, he saw that it was a

A long list of titles, such as "The Shoals", "Aircraft", "Port Defense", "Egypt", "Ireland", "The Channel", "Portsmouth Fortress", "Rosyth", etc., so to speak,

Every slot is filled with documents and plans.

"It's amazing!" said the secretary of the embassy. He put down his cigar and patted each other gently with his fat hands.

"Everything was accomplished in four years, Baron. Not a bad job for a country gentleman who loves wine and horses! But the treasures of my collection are coming soon, and I have prepared a place.

." Feng Bock pointed to a space with the words "Naval Signal" printed on it.

"But don't you already have a dossier of materials here?"

"It has expired and is now useless paper. The Admiralty has noticed and all the codes have been changed. Baron, this is a heavy blow - the most serious defeat in all my campaigns. Fortunately I have a bankbook

, and with my good helper Alta Meng, everything will go smoothly tonight."

Feng Helin looked at his watch, felt a little disappointed, and sighed.

"Oh, I really can't wait any longer. Things are currently going on in the Kaldun compound, as you can imagine. We must each perform our duties. Originally, I thought I could bring back the news of your victory.

Didn’t Alta Meng decide on a time?”

Von Bock took out a telegram, the content of which is as follows:

"Be sure to bring spark plugs tonight, Alta Meng."

"Spark plug?" Von Herring was quite doubtful.

"You understand, Alta is pretending to be a car expert, and I am the manager of a car shop. On the surface, we are talking about the sale of car parts. In fact, this is the secret code for our contact. If he says 'radiator', he means

means battleships; 'oil pumps' means cruisers, etc. 'Spark plugs' means naval signals."

"Sent from Portsmouth at noon." The secretary of the embassy said, checking the name and address, and then replied: "By the way, what reward do you plan to give him?"

"After completing this matter, give him 500 pounds. Of course, he will still have salary income."

"They are really greedy scoundrels. Although these traitors are very useful, I am not willing to give them such a large reward for killing people."

"I will give anything to reward Alta Meng. He is a great investigator. In his own words, I gave him enough money and he can deliver the goods no matter what. In addition, he is by no means a traitor.

I assure you, Baron, that our pan-German Junk nobles are but little pigeons in our feelings towards England compared with an American of true Irish descent."

"American of Irish descent?"

"You will never doubt it if you listen to him. Sometimes I find it difficult to understand him. He seems to declare war on the English, and on the King of England. Baron, must you go? Alta.

Moe will be here at any time."

"I won't wait for him. I'm sorry, but I have exceeded the scheduled pause time. We will wait for you tomorrow morning. When you get the signal book from the little door on the steps of the Duke of York, you will have successfully completed your work in England.

, look, Hungarian wine!" Von Herring pointed to a tightly sealed wine bottle covered with dust, and two tall wine glasses were placed on the tray next to the bottle.

"Please have a drink before you go out!"

"No more, thank you! It looks like you're going to have a good drink."

"Alta Meng likes to drink, especially the Hungarian wine I have stored. He is impatient, and I need to deal with him on some small matters. I assure you, I have to obey him." The two of them left again.

Going to the steps outside, on the other side of the steps, the Baron's driver started the accelerator, and the Mercedes-Benz sedan started to shake.

"I think this is the light of Khaliqi." The secretary of the embassy put on his windbreaker and said: "Everything seems so quiet and peaceful. There may be lights of battle within a week, but not on the British coast.

Such a peaceful area! If what Qiborin promised us comes true, then even heaven will not be peaceful. Who is this?" There was only a light in the window behind them, and there was a light in the room.

In the lamp, a rosy-faced old woman, wearing a country hat, sat at the edge of the table. She was bent over, knitting something, and occasionally stopped to pet the big black cat on the stool next to her.

"This is Martha, my remaining servant, unique here."

Feng Helin smiled slightly.

"She seems to be the embodiment of Britain." said the secretary of the embassy. "She is attentive and at ease. Well, von Bock, goodbye!" He waved and immediately got into the car. The lights on the front of the car shot out two yellow beams of light.

, penetrated the darkness, the baron leaned on the back seat of the limousine, thinking about the coming tragedy of Europe. When his car was turning around in a small rural alley, a Ford car drove towards him, and he also

Didn't notice.

After the lights of the Mercedes-Benz disappeared in the distance, Feng Bock slowly walked back to the study.

The old housekeeper Martha had turned off the lights and fell asleep. His large house was filled with silence and darkness. This gave him a new understanding, because his family had a great business and everyone in his family was safe.

Except for Martha's activities in the kitchen, he was alone in this place. Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved. In the study, there were many documents that needed to be sorted or destroyed, so he took action, and his handsome face was burned
To be continued...