Battle of the Third Reich

Welbetti quickly walked down the marble steps in front of the hotel with a briefcase. At this time, a black limousine had been waiting in front of the door. The porter wearing a gray uniform and a **** hat was attentive. The patron opened the door of the car.

Welbey took out a few twenty-five cents of coins from his trouser pocket and put them in the palm opened by the doorman. The big boy showed a happy smile and immediately bowed to the generous patron.

After President Roosevelt stepped down, the "Roosevelt Depression" in his name came to an abrupt end. The prosperous intercontinental trade made the US economy begin to recover rapidly. The good old days seemed to be back, from New York Port on the east coast to the West Coast. San Francisco is full of bustling sights everywhere.

Ordinary American people don’t understand geopolitics and war economy. They attribute all this to the victory of the Republican conservatives.

Although the big part of the profits still belongs to the capitalists, the start of the factory means a stable livelihood, and the family can fill the belly.

In 40 years, the average monthly salary of American manufacturing workers was $130. In fact, most people do not get that much. The salary of the grassroots in the service industry is lower. For example, this doorman has a monthly salary of only six. For more than ten dollars, the hotel uniform and board and lodging also have to pay for himself, so daily tips are an extremely important source of income for this big boy.

The doorman closed the door for Welbe. "I wish you a successful day today, Mr. Welbe." the boy said.

"Thank you, Tom." Verbe nodded gracefully.

The driver glanced at the rear seat from the rearview mirror, and then stepped on the accelerator with a skilled gear, and the engine made a dull roar full of power.

"Good morning, sir." The driver lowered the glass partition and asked the boss early.

"Good morning, Clay." Welbe pulled out the cigarette case from his pocket and pressed the cigarette lighter by the walnut handrail.

"Is this car a bit too conspicuous, Cray."

The other party replied: "I don't think so. Sir, the place you are going to today must be decent enough."

This is a brand new 1940 Cadillac luxury sedan, the most upscale model in the 60 series. The market price of the car at the time was $3,820, which did not include the cost of custom interiors and additional equipment. This is a luxury car specifically for the mid-to-high-end market. It is equipped with stylish sliding sunroofs and driver's seat partitions. The interior uses walnut and leather seats, closed headlights, and all the inner and outer side strips are plated. Layer chrome.

"I think the Chevrolet "Master" is better." Although that car is also a luxury model, it looks a little lower-key than this Cadillac, and of course the price is more than a thousand dollars.

"Trust me, sir, this one is the most suitable, sir." Seeing Welbey lit the cigarette, the driver raised the glass partition fan behind the driver's seat.

The streets in San Francisco are mostly two-lane, and the traffic volume near the Bay Area is relatively large. Traffic jams are almost commonplace. When this happens, the time for a professional driver to show its value is also right. Usually experienced drivers will avoid roads that are prone to traffic jams and find the fastest route to their destination in the shortest time. Welbe felt that Mr. Clay was by no means the latter, because they were stuck on a main road with a bunch of vehicles rushing to and from get off work.

Welbey looked away from a hot dog stand on the street. He turned his face and raised his hand to knock on the glass partition between the back seat and the driver's seat. As the electric motor sounded, the glass barrier with a chrome frame fell smoothly.

"Can you arrive on time, Cray." Weber asked.

The driver turned his head to the rearview mirror and replied calmly: "It looks hard to say now, but I will try my best."

"Didi...di" street loudspeakers sounded one after another, making it very upsetting.

Welby turned his head and looked through the rear window, seeing the driver in the back car hitting the steering wheel with his head desperate.

"Divert at the next intersection, Clay."

"I don't think there will be any effect. The surrounding piece should be blocked. It is rarely the case here. There may be something in front." The driver raised his hand and adjusted the rearview mirror. Welbe can look from the mirror. I saw a pair of gray-blue eyes.

Clay is a field agent under the German Intelligence Agency. He entered the United States as a European refugee in late July last year and successfully lurked in San Francisco.

His group of "war" refugees mainly came from Germany. Most of them were descendants of Norway, Britain, Austria and Russia who lived in Germany. Of course, many of them were Germans. However, these Germans' passports are stamped with J-shaped stamps, which means they all have Jewish ancestry.

These refugees chose a tortuous and difficult route of exile. They first used various means to leave Germany and took an international train or a neutral country cruise to the Far East. Then they took a Japanese cruise from Shanghai and Siberia to cross the Pacific to the American continent.

They may not be the first European refugees to travel to the United States after the outbreak of the European War, but they are the first war refugees to enter the US West Coast. And no one has tried this route again after them. One reason is that countries have strengthened the review of entry and exit status. The other reason is that the European War was over in August, and the exiles lost their reasons to become war refugees.

Clay’s passport is an Austrian. He was indeed born in Austria, but he emigrated to Germany with his parents at the age of four, and his family has a lot of relatives in Austria.

Before the war, there were many Austrian descendants in Germany. Due to political ideas or personal reasons, some people were expelled by the Nazi authorities. Many of them were social elites such as musicians, teachers, doctors, and lawyers.

These people abandoned their property and relatives in Germany and took only simple carry-on luggage to the new continent on the other side of the earth, hoping to live a happy and peaceful life here, but the cruel reality soon broke their Daydream.

After Clay entered the United States, the initial days were quite difficult.

At that time, he was taking the cruise ship "Tatsuda Maru" of the Japanese cruise company, which is one of the sister ships of "Chichibu Maru". They were met by Cray on the San Francisco wharf. A joint investigation team formed by the Bureau of Investigation. In addition to being responsible for reviewing the identities of all personnel, the agents also searched everyone’s carry-on luggage items, and declared to prevent people from bringing illegal items into the country.

Over the next few weeks, Cray often found someone secretly monitoring himself. At first he thought he was exposed as an agent, but then he realized that it was not the thing he wanted.

The agents who monitored him were local police officers. They were wary of war refugees, because past experience told them that it was difficult for these outsiders to find a suitable job in the local area. In order to survive, they often took risks and took some illegal actions. Livelihood.

Clay worried that it would cause suspicions from the police, and in those days, even if he stayed on the street in poverty, he insisted that he did not use the funds in the secret account.

Next, the elite agent of the German Intelligence Agency was running around every day to survive. He initially worked as a loading and unloading worker at the dock for a while, and then he became a salesman in a grocery store. He was still in the loin area. I worked as a bartender in a bar and also worked as a bodyguard for a rich businessman for a while.

Until one day, Clay suddenly realized that it had been a long time since no one had monitored himself. Obviously, he had gained the trust of the local police and was removed from the list of potential threats, which also meant that he had successfully integrated into this The city is no longer a "foreigner" in the eyes of locals.

Before Welbey came to San Francisco, Clay was considering going to a hotel as a night shift manager. He also planned to rent a house in the sunset area and, if possible, find a girlfriend, which would make it easier to hide his identity and continue Lurk in the local area.

However, it seems that Clay's plan cannot be continued for the time being. He will follow him as a personal driver and bodyguard of Welbe until the entire task is successfully completed.

"We have been stuck here for ten minutes. Do you have any other suggestions." Welbe raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't expect this to happen." The driver shrugged his shoulders very American.

"Take advantage of the time now, please tell me about the situation there." Welbey pulled out the popped cigarette lighter and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

"What you want to know is..." The driver turned back.

"China Town." Welbey spit out a cigarette.

PS: The state is being restored, thank you for your support.