Chapter 902 - Conspiracy (1/2)

Chapter 902: Conspiracy

The economic crisis, like a plague, swarmed the entire European continent. It was not yet the coldest time of the year, but standing on the streets of Berlin, even without the dark cloud that symbolized the decline, people could still feel the coldness and despondency in the air.

Even during business hours, there was not a soul in the once bustling shops on Friedrichstrasse. The shopkeepers all put up sale promotions, but even so, it was difficult to attract those customers with an empty purse.

Some shops simply closed their doors, like Rotunda Cafe on the corner of Friedrichstrasse. From antique wooden doors to the turquoise ornaments, from the high stools to the quaint bookshelf, everything in the stored all showed a mysterious and elegant Renaissance vibe. If it was on a regular day, it would be packed with tourists or young artists from nearby universities.

However, at the moment, the store hung up the closed sign early.

Everyone was having a hard time.

At this moment, a person wearing a gray trench coat walked down the street.

Her head was lowered, and the shadow of the brim covered her eyes. Just like the unemployed people everywhere in Berlin. The shopkeeper who was standing in front of the shop to hail customers did not glance at her. After all, no one would think that she would walk into any shop. This kind of person should go to the bar; it was the only destination of the unemployed. In the current economic downturn, only beer sold the best in Germany.

However, she did not go into the bar, but turned a corner and went into Rotunda Cafe.

Three long knocks and two short knocks, she gently knocked on the door.

“Closed for today.” Behind the wooden door came the impatience voice of the shopkeeper.

“I’m from the night.” The girl under the hat had a calm but hoarse. It was a beautiful voice. Just from the voice alone, she should be a beautiful woman.

“Nightingale?”

“No, the ghost.”

The secret code matched.

The door was unlocked.

After a while, the wooden door of the coffee shop opened, and behind the door was a middle-aged owner that began to bald.

As the owner welcomed her, the trench coat lady walked into the coffee shop. She took off her hat and hung it on a hanger on the wall. Her name was Monica Geller, but she hasn’t used this name for a while after she became the “ghost”. After becoming a field agent, they all used codenames instead of names, and her codename, Guinevere, comes from some myths or legends.

“Need I open the air conditioner?” asked the owner.

“No, I’m not going to stay here for a long time.” Monica shook her head and examined the interior of the store. “The decor is great. How much did you spend?”

“About several hundred thousand euros? It’s not very expensive anyway.” The owner smiled.

Monica nodded and did not fix on this topic, she instead went to the deepest part in the coffee shop. In the last row, there was a man, middle-aged, from the Slavic region. When he saw Monica, the middle-aged man got up, bowed, and invited her to take a seat.

It was a safe house for KGB. It was the first time the two sides have cooperated over the Berlin issue.

“I am very glad to meet you. Miss Guinevere, do you need a cup of coffee?” said the middle-aged man.