Chapter 903 (1/2)

The economic crisis, like a plague, swept across the European continent. It's not the coldest time of the year. However, standing on the streets of Berlin at this moment, even if there are no clouds to set off the decline, you can clearly feel the deep-rooted cold and bleak.

Even during business hours, the row upon row of shops on Friedrich street is still inaccessible. Shop owners have put out the slogan of sale promotion at the door, but even so, it is difficult to attract customers with shriveled wallets to enter the store for consumption.

Some shops simply shut their doors, such as the Norton cafe in the corner of Friedrich street. Ancient wooden doors and green vine ornaments, from the high stool to the simple bookshelf, all show the mysterious and elegant Renaissance flavor. If it's always the case, it's usually full of tourists, or literary youths studying in universities nearby.

At the moment, however, the shop has put up a sign of closure early.

It's not easy for everyone.

Just then, a man in a gray windbreaker stepped into the street.

She bowed her head, and the shadow of her hat blinded her eyes, like the unemployed everywhere in Berlin. The shopkeeper who stood at the door of the shop and personally solicited customers did not look at him. After all, no one would think that he would go into his own shop to spend money. This kind of person should go to the bar, only there is the home of the unemployed. In the current economic downturn, only beer sells best in Germany.

Instead of walking into the bar, he turned a corner and headed for the closed norun cafe.

He made a slight knock on the door.

”Closed today.” Behind the wooden door came the impatient voice of the shopkeeper.

”I come from the night.” Under the brim of the hat, the voice of the woman was calm and a little hoarse. It's a beautiful voice. If you only listen to the voice, she should be a beauty.

”Nightingale”

”no, it's a ghost.”

All the codes are up.

Behind the door came the sound of unlocking.

After a while, the wooden door of the coffee shop opened. Behind the door was a middle-aged shopkeeper who had begun to lose his top.

In the shop owner bowed to meet, the windbreaker woman walked into the coffee shop, took off her hat and hung it on the hanger beside the wall. Her name is Monica Geller, but it hasn't been used for some time since she became a ghost. After they became foreign agents, they would replace their names with code names. Her code name, gnivel, came from a certain myth.

”Do you want me to turn on the air conditioner?” the cafe owner asked.

”No, I won't be here long.” Monica shook her head and looked around the store. ”The decoration here is good. How much did you spend”

”it's probably hundreds of thousands of euros. It's not very expensive anyway.” He said with a smile.

Monica nodded, not stopping on the issue, but walking towards the deepest part of the coffee shop. In the last row, there was a man with a middle-aged Slavic face. When the idea arrives at Monica, the middle-aged man gets up and makes a gentlemanly bow to invite her to his seat.

This is the KGB stronghold, and this is the first time the two sides have cooperated on the German issue.

”Nice to meet you, Miss Granville. Do you want me to order a cup of coffee?” said the middle-aged man, a gentleman.