Chapter 501

Griff felt something was wrong on the wine table. His years of latent life made him aware of a cold smell in the air. The omen of this danger had not appeared for a long time. I still remember the last time when the gray wolf had an accident.

He refused Louis's advice, pretended to be drunk and said he wanted to go to the bathroom. Then he flashed out of the room through the back door of the bar. In the alley at the back door, he adjusted his walking speed and walked quickly to his apartment.

Destroy the codebook, destroy the telegraph! This is what the poison Griff thought. As long as the evidence is destroyed, he will be able to escape from the world and avoid all people's doubts safely. At this time, we must not make a mess of ourselves, but be calm. If we run away directly, he will definitely be caught in Canada. There is no other possibility.

Walking near his apartment, Griff felt that he was about to get out of danger, so he quickened his already hasty steps. As long as he destroyed the evidence, even if he was suspected, as long as he no longer showed his flaws, he could save his life.

When he got to the corner of the street, he suddenly stopped because he saw that the beggar in front of the apartment was gone. The beggar he had to pay every day didn't stand where he should stand today. Griff was stunned. He knew that he had been exposed and that his apartment had been occupied by British intelligence.

With a wry smile, Griff had to harden his head and go on. Standing at the intersection, he found that the beggar was not far away, reaching for passers-by to ask for money. While asking for money, the beggar gradually approached Griff who was avoiding the car.

Covered by a bus, Griff couldn't see his window. Just at this time, the beggar came up to him and held out his hand to Griff. The classic line "OK, please" was replaced by a simple and clear word: "give it to me quickly!"

Griff's hand was already in his pocket. At this time, he took out a small notebook and gave it to the beggar. Two people's eyes looked at each other for a moment, then they opened their distance from each other.

As the bus passes by, the British agent leaning against the curtain sees a picture of a beggar chasing Griff for money. Griff waves and refuses the dirty poor man. He seems to be in a hurry to go home to deal with his radio station and password book, and has no time to pay attention to a beggar.

Soon Griff crossed the road to the door of his room. Smiling, he took the small pistol out of his pocket and opened the door with the key.

He knew that he had to die here today, in this enemy's land. My soul can't go back to my hometown all my life, and all my contributions to the motherland will never be known again.

In order to protect the German spy network in Canada and even the United States, he could not escape or be captured alive. For a moment, he thought of betraying Germany and becoming a double agent of the United Kingdom or the United States. However, he remembered the oath he had made under the national flag - the national flag of the Weimar Republic in those days, now it's a banner, How time flies.

It's so busy in the room. Several British agents shot at the scene, but they didn't hit any target at all. The bullet hit the sofa, made a big hole, and then lifted the cotton debris inside.

I should have practiced more marksmanship. Griff grinned bitterly in his mind. In fact, civilian spies are not like what many people think. They can kill people, set fire to steal intelligence, and even fly over the wall?

The vast majority of spies are actually very simple. They may be clerks of an organization, or they may be an amiable old man. The information provided by these people is multifarious and needs to be analyzed and dealt with. Of course, if these people reveal their identity, they often have no means to protect themselves. They go to jail and cry for their lives. In order to survive, they often betray their original organization.

So don't envy any spies. This kind of people grasp a lot in real life. Life is not exciting at all, and the process is not romantic at all. They may ride bicycles, carry a broken schoolbag, and then put a fool's camera in it to become enemy spies to spy on the military situation, and then store 3 tons of soybean oil in a military camp. They may have to sell this kind of information to foreign hostile forces. The reward may be 50 or 100. So do you still want to be a spy?

Griff's wrist was held down by a hand sticking out from behind the door, and he never had a chance to shoot again. As an old spy, he also knows that if he doesn't die at this time, there will be endless destruction and abuse waiting for him.

Jaw force, upstairs when pressed under the tongue of potassium cyanide glass container was bitten, a bad smell appeared in the mouth. Griff suddenly felt that he could write a novel in his life for more than ten years. He lived in an environment full of enemies for more than ten years. How many soul stirring stories have he experienced during this period? Who knows?

"Spit it out!" The British agent, who had crushed Griff to the ground, looked at Griff in horror, at his face that began to twist rapidly, and yelled: "he's poisoned! Pry his mouth open

"It's too late! It's potassium cyanide! " The standing British agent frowned at Griff, whose legs were still twitching on the floor, and sighed. The old man used to be a relative of British meritorious deeds, and many honourable people knew him. The key point is that the old man is over 60 years old, and now he died like this, which inevitably makes people feel sad. Griff finally lay motionless on the ground, the British agent who pressed on him stood up helplessly. After all, he didn't like to press a man's body. This time, the capture work is not going well, the target suicide is successful, and the follow-up interrogation work can only be ended“ This guy has a codebook and a radio station, which shows that this person is very important in their network. It could be a contact node, or it could be the commander in chief. The intelligence agency has made a great contribution to catching such a big fish. " This is the assessment given by the current British Prime Minister on this operation. He thinks that with this operation, most of the German espionage operations in Canada can be attacked at least. His analysis is really reasonable, because if an important person in the spy network is arrested, the network will not be activated again in a short time. After all, no one dares to take risks easily. Who knows if the exposed person will confess himself? In addition, the information network that has lost its trust will no longer be able to send useful messages, because these messages can not be used as a reference because they do not distinguish the true from the false. At the crossroads, the beggar just sat alone and stretched out his hand to the passing British agents to beg. In front of him was a broken hat, which looked pathetic. British agents carrying Griff's body past him, old Griff's twisted face, but also scared him to run away, this kind of flustered behavior amused the British intelligence agents around guard“ Ding Dang. " Before a broken British agent got on the bus, he threw a penny with the smallest denomination into the broken hat in front of the beggar and hit several coins in it, making a clear sound. Then came the roar of the car engine, a car followed by a car left here, as if nothing had happened. The beggar watched these people leave, then got up and walked in another direction. He walked very casually and asked for help from every passer-by. He just disappeared all the way to the end of the road. No one could have imagined that after he left, he would never appear here again. Back in his dark hut, he took out a small radio from the corner. The Electronic Technology Department of Siemens in Germany has been working hard on the issue of radio miniaturization in recent years. Now the radio stations used by German agents are only the size of folded chess boards, which are very easy to carry and hide. He turned on the radio and sent the news of the poison back to Berlin. Then he turned off his radio station and used the candlelight to look through the little notebook that the poison had left him with the list written in secret language. This is the spy network developed by poison for many years. This network can be said to be the achievement of poison Griff's life. Now this achievement has been handed over to the beggars, who have the responsibility to connect this network and continue to operate, even expand the scale if possible. They are people who live on the edge of a knife. The fear of death is always over their heads. But every day when the sun rises, life will continue. With a sigh, the beggar closed his notebook. The spy network left by Griff is too large to be solved in a day or two. It seems that the British really took advantage this time. The German intelligence work behind enemy lines in Canada will be paralyzed for at least half a year. The notebook written in secret language was put into the drawer. At the moment of closing the drawer, the beggar's action stopped. He saw a paper box in the corner, so he reached out and took out the box. Open the box that has been worn out a lot. Inside is a small iron tube about two centimeters long and one centimeter in diameter, which is similar to a bullet case. The small iron tube protected the glass container inside, which contained enough potassium cyanide to kill him dozens of times. The beggar remembered the twisted and painful face of the poison he saw. It turned out that the end of eating this thing was like that.