Are you trying to kill me? How to start? Pulled to the beach and drowned to make it look like drowning?
God, my mission has not been completed yet, I cannot die!
But it was already too late. Two strong men carried him to the beach, but instead of waiting for the execution that Big Beard expected, they put him into a small boat and the two began to row toward the depths of the sea.
A light suddenly appeared on the dark sea for a long time, and a small fishing boat was slowly approaching.
When the fishing boat got closer, Big Beard discovered that it was a very common Dutch North Sea fishing boat, a sail-powered fishing boat used for fishing herring offshore.
After Big Beard got on the boat, a strong smell of fish hit his face, and the cabin was filled with caught herring.
"Someone is waiting for you in the cabin, go in..." The two men pushed the bearded man and did not stay on the deck, but entered the bottom cabin where the crew rested.
In the dim candle light, a middle-aged man stood up and reached out to hold the bearded hand, "I'm very sorry for frightening you, but the situation is urgent and we have no other way!"
"I am Pierre, affiliated with the Chinese CIA. I am here to pick you up and leave the UK. You have been exposed!"
"Ah? How can I believe you?" The bearded man had never seen Pierre or heard of him, and he still couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Pierre shook his head helplessly, "I have no way to convince you...here is a photo you can take a look at!"
When the bearded man took the photo, his suspicions were reduced by half. It was a photo with a Southeast Asian background. He knew Xiao Letian in the middle, and the man on the left was the man in front of him. The other people who took the photo also didn't recognize him. .
"To be honest, I am actually French...but by chance, I joined the Chinese ethnic group and became the head of the European intelligence line!"
"Now you have no other choice. Leave the UK with me... You are too brave. When you left Scotland, you were already exposed!"
"The military and police have been secretly monitoring you all the time, trying to find out who you are contacting, so I can follow the clues!"
"Fortunately, you really don't know any hidden lines of secret communication, so the British never closed the network, which gave us the opportunity to rescue you!"
"Come with us to the European continent now, we can never stay in the UK any longer!"
"No...my wife and children are still in Scotland!" The bearded man shook his head quickly.
"It doesn't matter! The British are targeting you and the hidden thread behind you. They won't embarrass your wife and children. We will secretly send some money later, and their lives will still be fine!"
"As long as you are missing now, the British will not make it difficult for some women and children who don't know the inside story!"
Hearing this, the bearded man felt a little relieved, "So... where are we going?"
"France! The most dangerous place is actually the safest! I will take you to the south of France... where the farm scenery is very beautiful and the folk customs are very simple! The most important thing is that it is safe..."
While several people were talking secretly, suddenly a Dutch sailor on the deck whispered, "A big ship is approaching... Hide quickly..."
Without saying a word, Pierre and others opened a hatch and threw Big Beard directly into the hill-like pile of herrings. Good guy Big Beard almost vomited from the smoke.
Although this herring has not been fermented by the Nordic people and does not have such a strong odor, it was fished out of the sea, sprinkled with a lot of salt and marinated for more than 8 hours.
The smell is already so strong that one can hardly breathe inside!
Not only that, Pierre also piled his body with herrings, and finally hid himself in the pile of herrings. Several Dutch fishermen finally sprinkled them with several baskets of herrings, completely burying them inside.
It's very uncomfortable for the bearded man. He can only breathe a little bit through the gaps in the herring's body, and salt particles have entered his ears and nostrils. This is very uncomfortable.
But he didn't dare to move yet, because the deck had already whispered, "This is a British coast patrol ship...be sure not to move!"
After a while, the ship gradually stopped. Negotiations between Dutch fishermen and British sailors were heard on the deck. After a while, the sound of big leather boots trampling on the deck was heard. Several British sailors boarded the ship and began to search.
They inspected it very carefully, looking through almost every corner, and even opened the lid of the cabin containing herrings. However, the British sailors also disliked the smell and closed the lid after looking at it for a while.
The fishing boat avoided inspection, but when the bearded man was about to loosen his muscles, Pierre in the fish pile reached out and grabbed him, preventing him from moving out.
Sure enough, after evading the first patrol boat, a second one came again without half an hour of inspection. The search was more careful this time, and some sailors even jumped to the fish pile in the cabin with a wind lantern to search.
It was still a near miss, but this time the bearded man didn't dare to move. He didn't expect that the British's interrogation would be so intensive.
After undergoing three interrogations in one night, the fishing boat passed the center line of the strait and slowly approached the French border.
It was much safer here. Pierre pulled out his beard, quickly changed to a Spanish fishing boat with his men, and started sailing towards the south of France.
In the second half of the night, we only encountered one inspection by the French sailors. However, the Frenchman was much more lazy. He only asked a few questions in a routine manner. Knowing that the fishing boat was going to the port of Cherbourg to unload cargo, he did not obstruct it too much.
In this way, Big Beard and Pierre finally arrived in Cherbourg, France before dawn, and entered the CIA's secret stronghold before the entire city woke up.
"Arrange bath water and breakfast, let the distinguished guests of the head of state take a rest..." Pierre ordered, and naturally someone started to prepare.
It was only then that the bearded man believed Pierre's identity. He didn't care about washing himself but grabbed Pierre's arm. "Sir! This is not the time to rest... I have important information for the head of state!"
"This time the Great White Fleet sailed, it was not just British battleships... I saw four extra battleships, and I suspect they are French!"
Pierre was stunned. "Seriously? Damn it, no wonder all the military ports in France have been tightly sealed recently. Our meticulous work can't penetrate at all. So the conspiracy is here!"
"Send a telegram immediately, transcode it to Berlin and send it to Fangguan, and notify the country urgently!"
It goes without saying how important Big Beard's information is. Just as they were sneaking across the strait last night, Crown Prince Eugene was holding a secret mobilization meeting on the fleet off the Bay of Biscay!
As expected, the French navy is still biased towards the royalists. On the flagship Normandie, the senior commanders of the four battleships have gathered together.
They gathered around the round table to listen to the prince's speech!
Eugene's face was flushed, and he had obviously drunk some wine just now. He was speaking impassionedly to these naval officers.
"Why did the popularization of the law fail? Why? It was because of the constraints of the Republicans and the betrayal of the capitalists!"
"War is not as simple as it seems! The Emperor's failure was because he was stabbed in the back by his own people!"
