Chapter 1283: There is an Lonely Loyalty Abroad
"Big Ivan! Big Ivan! Wake up quickly."
"Damn it, did you drink too much last night? I paid you a salary, not to drink!"
In the gatehouse of Hof Glass Factory, the owner of the factory, Hoff, roared loudly at a drunken old white man, and sprayed angry saliva on the other person's face, waking him up from his sleep.
Big Ivan rubbed his eyes and his head that was swollen due to hangover, and said nonchalantly: "Mr. Hof, everything was normal last night. Please believe in the professionalism of the Romanov Dynasty Guards. No one can slip in front of me." Enter the factory."
A strong smell of alcohol and bad breath quickly spread in the room. Hof quickly held his breath and took a few steps back. Then he pinched his nose with a look of disgust on his face and replied viciously.
"The Romanov dynasty is gone. Now I am paying your salary. If you don't want to get out, you'd better not drink in the factory."
Big Ivan, who had been scolded a lot, shrugged: "Okay, as you wish sir."
"It better be this way, otherwise I don't mind looking for a new janitor." After Hof said this, he walked into the factory angrily.
As Hof'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, took out a bottle of vodka, and took a big sip.
It was impossible not to drink. For a Russian, no day was complete without vodka, and Hof would never fire a janitor who had caught thieves several times.
"Didi~"
Big Ivan's thoughts were interrupted by several car horns. When he heard the sound, he looked outside and saw a semi-old Volkswagen sedan parked on the side of the road. Then two people got out of the car.
"Two men, one is about 30 years old and the other is under 50 years old. They are tall, blond and blue-eyed. They are probably Nordic or Lombard."
In just a few seconds, Big Ivan made assumptions about 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 with light.
At this time, the older visitor took off his hat, stopped in front of Big Ivan, said good day in a standard London accent, and nodded slightly.
This man is tall and tall, with a gentle tone. He is neither too enthusiastic nor too cold. He always keeps an appropriate distance when speaking, looking like an upper-class British gentleman.
"Good day, sir, hiccup~"
Big Ivan burped, his mouth was slurred, he stumbled forward and subconsciously grabbed the corners of the visitor's clothes with his hands.
Faced with the sudden change, the visitor acted very calmly. He moved slightly to avoid Big Ivan's hand, and the smile on his face did not diminish by half.
On the other side, the stumbling big Ivan stretched out his hand to support the table and quickly stabilized his figure, his lowered eyes full of ridicule.
Seeing him standing firm, the visitor revealed his purpose. The other person claimed to be from England. He came this time to purchase a batch of goods and needed to meet the owner of the factory, Hof.
Big Ivan nodded slightly, picked up the internal phone and connected it, said a few words, pointed out the location of Hof's office to the visitor, and watched the two of them go away.
When the visitor was completely gone, Big Ivan sneered and whispered: "British businessman? German, you can't hide it from Big Ivan's nose."
As a veteran who had experienced the last European War, he dared to bet with his life that the two men just now were definitely not British. Although the words and deeds of the other party were no different from those of the British, the smell of Hans on their bodies separated him by a mile. You can smell it.
The visitor's accent was imitated so well, his movements were nimble, and his reactions were extremely quick. He was definitely not an ordinary German businessman.
Thinking of this, Big Ivan analyzed the purpose of the Germans coming here. The factory in Hof mainly produces glass products. Could it be that the other party wanted to purchase glasses for the Mr. Yuan?
He quickly shook his head. The Germans themselves had the best glass industry and there was no need to import it from Australia. The people coming here must have other purposes.
An hour later, a beaming Hof arrived at the gate of the factory and shook hands with the "British guest" warmly to say goodbye. Big Ivan pricked up his ears.
"Mr. Hof, I will contact you as soon as possible to confirm the quantity of the goods."
"Okay, bye."
"goodbye."
After the older visitor finished speaking, he got into the car with his entourage and left. Hof stood on the roadside and waved constantly, with a smile on his face and his nose as red as a clown.
Big Ivan quietly came up behind Hof and whispered: "Boss, these two guys have a problem."
Hof was startled and jumped out to widen the distance between the two. Looking at Big Ivan who smelled of alcohol, he became angry again.
"It's you who have the problem, you bastard. If you scare away my guests, you'll be ready to go back to Siberia to dig potatoes!"
Big Ivan wiped the saliva from his face and did not get angry. Instead, he asked Hof seriously what the two customers said and did in the factory just now. When he asked this question, Hof immediately frowned. Although he didn't like this Russian drunkard, Hov had to admit that the other party had an unusual sense of smell.
In the past few years, relying on Big Ivan's sense of smell, there has never been a thief or bad guy in the factory. This is why Hof tolerates Big Ivan.
After thinking for a moment, Hof said that the visitor visited the production process and the factory's transportation vehicles, and also read some ordinary information, but other than that there was no unusual behavior.
"Information?" Big Ivan felt that the answer to the question lay in the information.
"Yes, such as the time, quantity and method of delivering goods to other customers." Hof spread his hands and said indifferently.
Big Ivan scratched his messy hair. He really couldn't figure out why two German guys dressed up as British would be interested in a piece of business information. It was not an Australian military secret.
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He simply picked up his coat and ran outside, shouting to Hof: "I need to go out, boss."
"Damn, wait, who's coming after you leave?" Hof stretched out his hand to try to stop the other party, but Big Ivan ran away in the blink of an eye.
In the building across the street, Wu Chunyang put down his binoculars and turned to give some instructions to the little agent beside him. The slovenly-looking janitor successfully caught his attention.
The British businessman just now was Mu He. As Abweir's senior intelligence officer, Mu He behaved very professionally. Wu Chunyang was very curious about where the gatekeeper saw the flaw.
He had received news from the front line that the Germans were moving. He immediately brought people here to monitor the situation. Unexpectedly, he made such an "interesting" discovery.
As for why the Germans were interested in the glass factory, Wu Chunyang had some guesses. He could only say that Agent Abwehr underestimated the military commander and underestimated himself.
Before the Hof Glass Factory got off work, a small spy hurriedly walked into the room and reported several pieces of information to Wu Chunyang, the content of which was related to Big Ivan.
"Director, the gatekeeper's name is Ivan. He is a White Russian exile. According to the information provided by the waiter in a nearby tavern, this man was originally a member of the Tsarist Guards and came to Australia after the fall of White Russia."
"Tsar's Guards?" Wu Chunyang repeated this old name.
During the Tsarist Russia, the Tsarist Guard was essentially an elite military force that protected the Tsar and the royal family. Its main responsibility was to protect the emperor and the royal palace and serve as an elite combat force in wartime.
However, in some cases, the Guards also undertook part of the intelligence work and had close relationships with the two intelligence agencies of the Tsarist Russian Police's Third Department and the Security Bureau.
Therefore, this Belarusian named Ivan was probably a professional intelligence officer. No wonder the other party could see that there was something wrong with Muhe. After all, Belarus and Germany had been fighting each other for many years and were very familiar with each other.
Wu Chunyang put the matter aside for the time being, left the surveillance point to find Zuo Zhong, and truthfully reported everything that happened today, and by the way told him his speculation about the Germans going to the Hof Glass Factory.
After hearing this, Zuo Zhong nodded and gave an order with a smile: "Secretly control that big Ivan, lest this guy ruin our affairs. Be careful and don't hurt him. This guy is interesting."
How many years have passed since the fall of Tsarist Russia, but Ivan the Great is still staring at the Germans. What does this mean? Are there any lonely loyalists overseas?
"Okay, deputy seat." Wu Chunyang bowed slightly, turned and left.
Late night, Crempton District.
In the dark and damp alley, Big Ivan huddled in the corner, staring closely at the car and the illuminated villa. From time to time, he raised the bottle of wine in his hand and took a deep sip.
Having lived in Melbourne for many years, he knew very well that only Germans would buy Volkswagen cars, and the two "British businessmen" were not difficult to find.
Alcohol gradually paralyzed his nerves, and Ivan felt as if he had returned to more than 20 years ago. At that time, he was still a young Guards officer in his prime and with a promising future, and participated in many battles.
On the battlefield, he lost many comrades and friends. The German artillery destroyed everything, including the Romanov dynasty that he loved and was loyal to.
In the final stage of the war, Big Ivan returned to Mosk from the front line to learn how to fight the Germans on the invisible battlefield, but it was too late.
The retreating Germans released the man, and the "ghost" began to hover over Europe. The imperialists and capitalists panicked, and the first to fall was Tsarist Russia.
The memory stopped abruptly. Big Ivan raised the bottle again. Suddenly there was a slight noise behind him. He wanted to turn around to check, but the alcohol made his movements slower.
"Bang~"
A palm hit Big Ivan **** the back of his neck. He collapsed to the ground without saying a word. At the last moment when his vision turned black, he vaguely saw a black shadow.
Are they Germans? Are they finally going to die? A thought came to Big Ivan's mind and he slowly closed his eyes.
Wu Chunyang caught the wine bottle that was about to fall to the ground and waved to the side. The two agents immediately poured some wine on Big Ivan and helped him evacuate the scene. The alley was quiet as usual.
① Germanic branch
