The sound of gunfire in the distance was not close to the house where Qi Zhen and the others were hiding, but it was certainly not far away, otherwise Qi Zhen would not have allowed the people who had just returned here to go out to investigate the situation.
But the communication with Mark still has to continue.
"Our airborne operation to the city of Caen this time was a secret operation. It goes without saying, but before leaving London, I received a piece of information from the headquarters about the emergency liaison office in Caen. "Mark didn't sell it out, he told the information he knew in the first sentence.
"This...why didn't you say it earlier?" Wang Jianguo asked.
At this moment, Qi Zhen and Lin Biao looked at each other without saying anything.
This is probably the own logic executed by the system NPC.
From Mark's own point of view, he must regard everyone in the team as his closest teammates, otherwise he would not be so confident in leaving his life in the hands of others, nor would he risk his life for the sake of his teammates.
If it were the members of the team themselves, unless there were very special considerations, they would most likely share their information in advance, instead of being like Mark, who waited until the members of the team were already in a state of distress before revealing all the information.
It's just that Qi Zhen and Lin Biao didn't expect that the way out that everyone was thinking about was actually right next to them.
However, Qi Zhen was also curious about how Mark could explain what he had concealed.
"The command has strict orders not to use this contact information except in emergencies, and we are not allowed to disclose this contact information to anyone, and I think now is the most urgent moment, so I just said it." Mark said.
Yes, it’s because Qi Zhen and the others didn’t tell Mark before.
Qi Zhen rolled her eyes in her heart, but continued: "Does Ben know about this liaison office?"
Mark shook his head: "Except me and the people in the liaison office, no one knows about this place." After a pause, he continued: "Actually, London, including the Allied Command, actually has no control over the armed organizations within France. There has always been a lack of necessary trust, and of course there is nothing we can do about it. No one knows whether there are enemy spies among these people, and the purity of the team really needs to be verified."
Qi Zhen nodded and said, "Then let's not mention this matter to Ben."
"What's the specific contact method?" Wang Jianguo asked.
Kick, kick, kick...
Before Mark could speak, rapid footsteps sounded across the building, and Zhaka came back.
"How is it?" Qi Zhen asked.
"Two blocks away from here, there was a gun battle in a building. The scale of the gun battle was not small. The Germans even used mortars," Zhaka said.
"Who?" Qi Zhen asked with a frown.
Now in the city of Caen, the organization that can engage in gun battles with the enemy must have something to do with Ben, so Qi Zhen's question is destined to be asked knowingly.
"It should be one of the few remaining strongholds of the rebel army, but I don't know where the Germans got the news from, and they actually started attacking there directly," Zaka said.
"There is a problem with this matter." Lin Biao suddenly said.
"Yes." Qi Zhen nodded, "There is a problem. Wait for Ben to come over and ask him about the situation."
"Do you think we are safe here?" Lin Biao asked.
"Well..." Qi Zhen frowned and thought for a moment, then asked Mark: "Can you provide us with a hiding place over there?"
That side naturally refers to the liaison office left here by the British.
"I don't know, I haven't been in contact with them." Mark shook his head.
"Then let's go get in touch." Qi Zhen said.
…
Everyone's position is on the east side of Caen City, and the liaison office Mark mentioned is in the center of Caen City, only one street away from the enemy's headquarters.
Everyone still chose to disperse and disappeared outside the building within twenty minutes.
Ten minutes later, the roar of military vehicles sounded outside the house again. Several German soldiers with loaded guns swarmed in, but still nothing was found.
"Made, I should have known that guy was unreliable!" Wang Jianguo cursed into the intercom.
"It may not be him. I guess even he doesn't know who leaked the news." Qi Zhen said, "otherwise he wouldn't have bothered to notify us in advance to evacuate."
"From our point of view, the more and more intensive searches and the shorter and shorter time it takes for the residence to be discovered are the system deliberately making things difficult. There is nothing wrong with this. However, according to the logic of the system, everything must happen in a certain way. Its rationality, so we are more and more frequently discovered by the enemy in our hiding places. Someone must have leaked the news to the Germans. It is impossible for us to do it ourselves. Then there must be something wrong with Ben's rebel army." Lin Biao added .
"It's just that as time goes by, the interval between intelligence being reported to the Germans will become shorter. This can be regarded as a way to force us not to rely on the French, but to find a way to break the situation." Qi Zhen recognized Lin Bian ’s statement, and then spoke.
"This person must have a high status in the People's Army, otherwise he would not have been able to detect our information so quickly."
Qi Zhen took out the note that was stuffed in his hand and looked at the address on it. Even if he didn't go to verify it, he knew that the building that was attacked must be the one written on the note.
"If the liaison office doesn't provide us with a hiding place, what should we do?" Liang Sicheng asked.
"First think of a way to get the arrangements for the Allied Forces' next move, and then we will decide." Qi Zhen said softly.
An hour later, everyone arrived at the liaison office.
This is near the enemy's headquarters. Probably the Germans never thought that Qi Zhen and the others would be so bold as to wander here.
Of course, the Germans would never have imagined that the British intelligence service would be placed here.
It was noon at this time, but the people on the streets were crowded, probably because the Germans in the city had too strict martial law, or because of the hot weather.
Everyone was scattered within a radius of 500 meters, either resting in the shadows or pretending to be wandering aimlessly. In short, they acted like jobless vagrants.
Most of the civilians were in a hurry, maybe they were passing by and wanted to move away quickly, not wanting to have anything to do with the German barracks, an unlucky place.
Qi Zhen supported Mark and stood in front of a slightly dilapidated building, with a strange expression on her face.
Being able to conduct business here, it is estimated that many of the guests entertained are German soldiers in the headquarters, but these Germans probably never imagined that this place was a secret post left by the British.
It was closed at noon, but the street door was open. It was dark and extremely quiet inside.
The signboard at the door is easy to recognize. Whether it's Mark, who only speaks English, or a Frenchman in the city, even people from other parts of the world who have never been here can recognize what this place does at a glance.
bar.
Whether it is French, German or English, they all belong to the same language family, and the words that semantically refer to bars all have these three letters.
The two slowly walked into the bar and blended into the darkness.
In front of the bar, a middle-aged man who didn't know whether he was the bartender or the boss was taking a nap, his left hand resting on the table, and a drop of crystal saliva dripping from his mouth.
Boom, boom, boom.
Qi Zhen stepped forward and gently knocked on the wooden countertop of the bar three times, but failed to wake the other party up.
Qi Zhen reached out helplessly and shook him gently.
"Huh?" The fat middle-aged man snored with his hand on the top of his slightly bald head and glanced at Qi Zhen sleepily, his nose shiny with alcohol.
"Hello." Qi Zhen said in French.
"We are not selling alcohol now. We will open after dark. It says on the sign at the door." He waved his hand impatiently and then wiped his saliva randomly.
"Do you have any gin? I came from my hometown and I heard that this is the most authentic one." Mark suddenly asked in English.
The boss opened one eye and glanced at Qi Zhen, then looked at Mark, and replied calmly: "The gin is sold out, but we still have whiskey, which was shipped from home. It's hard to get this kind of wine these days. "
"I'm not used to whiskey. Why don't you give me champagne instead?" Mark said.
"How is Lord Bollinger?" the boss asked, feeling much more awake than before.
"I still prefer Moet," Mark said.
The boss looked outside the bar door and said to the two of them: "The wine is inside, come in with me."
In an empty interior room, a middle-aged fat man sat casually on the sofa. He looked just like the lazy man before and said, "Just tell me your needs."
Qi Zhen and Mark looked at each other and nodded.
"We need a place to live and tell the Allied forward command that we are still alive. In addition, I need to know the Allied forces' next plan and our next mission." Qi Zhen said.
"Okay, got it."
The man took out a bottle of extremely delicately sealed champagne from the wine cabinet and handed it to Qi Zhen.
"Come here after nine o'clock in the evening. Don't go through the main entrance. Just one of you can come on the street behind the bar." The man waved his hand boredly: "You can go."
The two nodded, said nothing more, turned around and prepared to leave.
"Wait!" the man said.
"Huh?" The two of them turned around in confusion.
"Give me money! This wine is very expensive!" said the fat man.
…
"What the hell is this!"
Qi Zhen's irritable voice came out from the intercom, making everyone in the team laugh.
"Isn't this blackmail?!" Qi Zhen said again.
"Don't you give money to others when you buy wine?" Wang Jianguo said, holding back a smile.
"It's not me who wants to buy the wine, it's him!" Qi Zhen said angrily.
Everyone naturally knew that he was referring to Mark next to him, but Qi Zhen continued: "It's not a question of whether to buy wine or not. Isn't this a joint? Why should I pay for it!?"
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
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Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
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