"Big Ivan! Big Ivan! Wake up."

"Damn guy, did you drink too much again last night! I paid you a salary, not to let you drink!"

In the concierge of Hoff Glass Factory, the factory owner Hoff roared at a drunken elderly white man, and his angry saliva sprayed on the other person's face, awakening him from his sleep.

Big Ivan rubbed his eyes and his head that was swollen due to a hangover, and said indifferently: "Mr. Hof, everything was normal last night. Please believe in the professionalism of the Romanov Guards. No one can slip into the factory in front of me."

A strong smell of alcohol and bad breath spread rapidly in the room. Hoff quickly held his breath and took a few steps back, then pinched his nose and showed disgust, and replied viciously.

"The Romanov dynasty is gone, and now I am paying you a salary. If you don't want to get out, it's better not to drink in the factory."

Big Ivan, who was scolded, shrugged: "Okay, sir, as you wish."

"It's better, otherwise I don't mind finding a new janitor." After saying that, Hoff walked into the factory angrily.

As Hoff's back disappeared from the factory gate, Big Ivan, who was pretending to wash his face, threw the towel aside, sat back on the chair and took out a bottle of vodka, and Mimi took a big sip.

It is impossible not to drink alcohol. For a Russian, life without vodka is incomplete, and Hoff will never fire a janitor who has caught a thief several times.

"Didi~"

Big Ivan's thoughts were interrupted by several car whistles. He looked out when he heard the sound. A half-old Fors (Volkswagen) sedan was parked by the road and then walked out of the car.

"Two men, one is about 30 years old and the other is less than fifty years old, tall, blonde, and probably Nordic or Lombardy.

In just a few seconds, Ivan made speculations on the height, weight and even race of the two visitors, but as the other party approached, he suddenly sniffed, and his originally cloudy eyes flashed through his eyes.

At this time, the older guest took off his hat, stopped in front of Da Ivan, and spoke in a standard London accent to Ri'an, and nodded slightly.

This person is tall and has a gentle tone. He is neither too enthusiastic nor too indifferent. He always keeps an appropriate distance when speaking, and looks like a gentleman in the upper class of British society.

"Sun An, sir, hiccup~"

Big Ivan burped, his mouth was vague, and he staggered forward, and his hands subconsciously grabbed the corner of the person's clothes.

Faced with the sudden change, the visitor was very calm and moved half a step to avoid Da Ivan's hand, and the smile on his face did not drop half.

On the other side, the stumbled Big Ivan reached out to hold the table and quickly stabilized his body, but his lowered eyes were filled with sarcasm.

Seeing that he stood firm, the visitor expressed his intention. The other party claimed to be from the UK. This time he came to buy a batch of goods and needed to meet Hoff, the owner of the factory.

Ivan nodded slightly, picked up the internal phone and answered it, and said a few words. He pointed out the location of Hoff's office to the visitor, and watched the two of them go away.

When the person who came was completely gone, Ivan sneered and murmured: "British businessman? German man, you can't hide it from Ivan's nose."

As a veteran who had experienced the last European war, he dared to bet with his life that these two were by no means British. Although the other party's words and deeds were no different from those of the British, he could smell the Hansy smell on his body for a mile.

The person who came was imitating such a standard accent, with agility and extremely quick reaction, so he must be not an ordinary German businessman.

Thinking of this, Ivan analyzed the purpose of the Germans coming here. Hoff's factory mainly produces glass products. Could it be that the other party wanted to purchase glass cups for the first time?

Soon he shook his head, the Germans themselves had the best glass industry and did not need to import from Australia, and the visitors must have other purposes.

An hour later, Hoff, smiling, sent the people to the factory gate and shook hands with the "British guest" and said goodbye with great enthusiasm. Ivan stood up his ears.

"Mr. Hof, I will contact you as soon as possible to determine the quantity of the goods."

"Okay, goodbye."

"goodbye."

After the older visitor finished speaking, he got into the car and left with his entourage. Hoff stood by the side of the road and kept waving his hands. The smile on his face never stopped, and his nose was red like a clown.

Big Ivan quietly came behind Hoff and whispered: "Boss, these two guys have problems."

Hoff was startled and jumped out to widen the distance between the two. Looking at Da Ivan, who was full of alcohol, he was furious again.

"The problem is you, bastard, if you scare my guests away, you're ready to go back to Siberia to dig potatoes!"

Da Ivan wiped the spit on his face, and did not get angry. Instead, he asked Hoff seriously what the two guests said and did in the factory just now.

When he asked this, Hof frowned. Although he didn't like this Russian drunkard, Hof had to admit that the other party had an extraordinary sense of smell.

In recent years, relying on the smell of Ivan, the factory has never had a thief or a villain, which is why Hoff tolerated Ivan.

After thinking for a while, Hoff said that the people visited the production process and the transport vehicles of the factory, and also read some ordinary information, but there was no abnormal behavior.

"Information?" Ivan felt that the answer to the question was on the information.

"Not bad, like the time, quantity and way we deliver goods to other customers." Hoff spread his hands and said without caring.

Da Ivan scratched his messy hair. He couldn't understand why the two Germans who were wearing British makeup were interested in a commercial document, which was not an Australian military secret.

The more he thought about it, he became more and more confused, so he picked up his coat and ran out, shouting to Hoff: "I need to go out, boss."

"Damn it, wait, who will come if you leave..." Hoff stretched out his hand to try to stop the other party, but Ivan ran far away in a blink of an eye.

In the building across the road, Wu Chunyang put down his telescope, turned around and gave a few instructions to the little spy beside him. The seemingly sloppy gatekeeper successfully attracted his attention.

The British businessman just now was Mulher. As a senior intelligence officer of Abveer, Mulher's performance was very professional, and the gatekeeper saw the flaws from where did the flaws? Wu Chunyang was very curious about this.

I had previously received news from the front line that the Germans had moved, and he brought people here to monitor him immediately, but unexpectedly he had such an "interesting" discovery.

As for why the Germans were interested in glass factories, Wu Chunyang guessed something. He could only say that Agent Abveer underestimated the Military Control Commission and looked up to himself.

Before the Hoff Glass Factory got off work, a small spy hurried into the room and reported some information to Wu Chunyang, which was related to Da Ivan.

"The director, the janitor is Ivan, who is an exile from Belarus. According to the information provided by the waiter of the nearby tavern, this person was originally a member of the Tsar Guards. After Belarus was destroyed, he came to Australia."

"Tsar Guards?" Wu Chunyang repeated this name that had been a little old.

During the Tsarist Russian period, the Tsarist Guards were essentially protecting the elite military forces of the Tsar and the royal family. Their main responsibilities were to defend the emperor, royal palaces and serve as elite combat troops during wartime.

But in some cases, the Guards also undertake some intelligence work and have close ties with the two intelligence agencies, the Third Office of the Tsarist Russian Police and the Security Bureau.

So this Belarusian named Ivan was probably a professional intelligence officer. No wonder the other party could see that Mulch had a problem. After all, Belarus and Germany have been fighting for many years and are very familiar with each other.

Wu Chunyang temporarily put down this matter, left the surveillance point and found Zuo Chong, truthfully reported everything that happened today, and by the way he explained his speculation about the Germans going to Hoff Glass Factory.

After hearing this, Zuo Chong nodded and smiled and gave an order: "Preserve that big Ivan secretly, so as not to ruin our affairs. Be careful not to hurt him. This person is interesting."

Tsarist Russia has been dead for many years, and Ivan is still staring at the Germans. What is this? Are there any loyal overseas loyalties?

"Okay, deputy seat." Wu Chunyang bowed slightly and turned around and left.

Late at night, Cremton District.

In the dark and humid alley, Ivan shrank in the corner, staring at the car and the villa with lights on, and occasionally lifted the bottle in his hand and sipped it hard.

After living in Melbourne for many years, he knew very well that only Germans would buy Fox cars, and that the two "British businessmen" were not difficult to find.

Alcohol gradually numbed his nerves, and Ivan was in a daze as if he had returned to more than 20 years ago. At that time, he was a young guard officer with a bright future and had participated in many battles.

On the battlefield, he lost many comrades and many friends, and the German artillery fire destroyed everything, including the Romanov dynasty that he loved and loyal to.

In the final stage of the war, Ivan returned to Mosk from the front and learned how to fight the Germans on an invisible battlefield, but unfortunately it was too late.

The retreating Germans released the man, and the "ghost" began to wander over Europe. The imperialists and capitalists were panicked, and the first one to fall was Tsarist Russia.

The memory came to an abrupt end. Ivan raised the bottle again, and suddenly a slight sound came from behind him. He wanted to turn around and check, but the alcohol made his movements slow.

"Bang~"

A palm hit the back of Da Ivan's neck. He collapsed to the ground without saying a word. At the last moment when his vision turned dark, he vaguely saw a black shadow.

Is he a German? Is he finally going to die? A thought arose in Da Ivan's mind and slowly closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!