The young man who led the way pushed open the door and motioned to him, and at this time Feldrisi was a little inexplicably nervous, but he could only walk in first.

As a result, after entering the room, Federedrisi realized that the person he needed to meet this time knew him. It's still the same familiar face, just much older than before, and it's still a fat figure. Sitting in front of him was Christo, the chief officer of Feldrisi's training, but according to the news a few years ago, wasn't his training director already the deputy director? Could it be that this time the task is so important that a deputy director is needed to carry it out?

Friedrichi's bewilderment did not make Christo feel it. I saw him say with a smile. "Hello, Ferrydrich, long time no see."

Faced with Christo's greeting, Federedrisi came to his senses, this was not the time for him to speculate. "Hello, Mr. Christo. It's been a few years since we last met, and I didn't expect you to remember me. ”

That's when Christo replied. "As an intelligence officer, it's not too difficult to remember the appearance of people a few years ago, and I am saying that the image you left on me at that time was very profound."

After the two had finished talking about the past, Christo, who was the commander of the operation, opened his mouth to tell him about Federrisi's mission. "This time I wake you up, the task is to prepare a ship to deliver goods."

When Ferrydrisi heard this, he subconsciously replied. "It's easy."

As the most skilled worker in the dockyard, Feldrisi has the confidence to find a ship to transport goods in the shipyard.

Friedrichi's words did not make Christo stop, but asked. "Is it simple to need a ship that can transport at least six or seven hundred tons of cargo?"

Christo's words put Frederrisi under pressure. It is true that there are many large and small ships in the shipyard that need to be repaired and maintained, but there are even fewer ships that can carry six or seven hundred tons of cargo. As a port on the Volga River, the largest ship in Kazan transports 800 tons of materials, and the ships that can transport 6 or 700 tons of cargo are all in his mind.

Feldrisi pondered whether these ships needed to be maintained at the shipyard, and at the same time prepared a way out for himself. "This one takes time to prepare. Is it okay to use two boats?"

Faced with Feldrisi's question, Christo answered directly. "There's no problem with that, as long as it can be transported."

Christo's words relieved Ferrydris, now a ship of three or four hundred tons is much easier, and it is convenient to start by himself.

After arranging this task, Christo continued. "There's another mission that needs your help."

Faced with Christo's words this time, Federedrisi asked normally this time. "What task?"

"I'll arrange for people to come to the shipyard before we go, and you'll need to settle them."

"How many?"

Faced with Ferrydrisi's inquiry, Christo said with a smile. "There are only a dozen people, and they are there to ensure the safety of our transports."

Frédrisi thought about the abandoned buildings in the shipyard and replied. "No problem."

Seeing that Federdrisi agreed, Christo took out a bottle of vodka and poured two glasses, handed Federrisi a glass and said. "Then I wish us a successful mission."

Vodka has been rare to see these days, and Ferridrisi hasn't touched wine for a long time, so he unceremoniously took the glass and drank it all. "May the kingdom win this war."

"I wish the kingdom."

After the two put down their glasses, Christo spoke. "One more thing. Can you find a way to find vehicles and other means of transportation from the shipyard? ”

Fredrisi asked, hearing Christo's words. "Is it to transport goods onto the ship?"

"Yes, we didn't have a lot of time according to our plan, so we had to use more transportation."

Frédrisi knew everything about the shipyard and replied after thinking about it. "This problem is not too difficult, I will find a way to solve it."

"Then I wish you success in advance."

After discussing the task with Christo, Feldrisi turned and left. He still went out from the tailor's shop, but when he went out, he had an extra dress, after all, the reason to come to the tailor's shop to buy clothes was enough.

Christo, on the other hand, began to prepare again after Federedrisi left. As Romania's largest foreign operation since its inception, Christo had a myriad of matters to deal with, and Felidrisi's side was only one of the retreat routes for this operation. In fact, this operation involved personnel, even in the country is not comparable to that time, just the early stage of the lurking personnel reached nearly 100 people, and the preparation of the operation of the various strongholds on the route, as well as the most important to seize the Kazan gold needed to carry out the armed and transport personnel, this will be a big plan of nearly 1,000 people.

Although there are other people who share their worries, the most important thing is that Kazan really needs Christo to make his own decisions, so he is now very busy.

"Click~Click~Click"

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

Christo stopped his pen and responded. "Come in."

"Mr. Night Fox is here."

The attendant's words made Christo answer immediately. "Let him in."

As Christo's voice fell, a middle-aged man wearing a long-brimmed hat and a shabby coat walked in.

Christo didn't wait for him to open his mouth before he asked. "Shilka, what's going on?"

Shilka, who is called Wild Fox, came in and took off her hat and said as she took off her coat. "I've found that Mr. Donofsky, but he's asking a bit high."

Shilka didn't answer immediately, his eyes lit up when he saw the vodka on the table, and he unceremoniously took the bottle and poured himself a glass and drank it all before reminiscing. "He wants five tons of cargo."

When Christo heard Shilka's words, he immediately blew up. "Does he know how much five tons of gold is worth, isn't it the location of a secret room, why don't he grab it if he dares to make such an offer."

It's no wonder that Christo is not happy that the location of a secret vault dares to offer five tons of gold, isn't it crazy.

It's just that the current situation makes it necessary for them to know the location of the secret vault. This is all to blame for the poor preparation beforehand, in fact, they can't be blamed entirely for it. Previously, the Romanian intelligence service had arranged personnel to lurk in the Bank of Kazan, but due to the short duration of the lurk, the level was not high, so at present they only knew about the situation of the vault, and they did not know about the secret vault at all.

At present, in the face of the approaching White Russian army, dozens of tons of gold in the vault have already been transported. The Romanian intelligence service clearly knew that the Russian government at that time shipped more than this amount, so it was obvious that some of the gold was not found by Soviet Russia. After all, when Kazan has become less secure, leaving a lot of gold is not a move to finance the enemy.

So that's where Romanian intelligence notices.

And this Mr. Donovsky is also the only one who knows the location of the secret vault and remains in Kazan, as for the others, they have long fled to the provisional government in Ufa.

At least the only one known to Romanian intelligence. However, even if he is the only one who knows, it is too much to offer five tons of gold.

Facing the fried Christo, Shilka was not afraid at all, and he continued to drink the wine in his hand. "Isn't this just robbing us?"

Hearing this, Christo said with some gloom. "Isn't he afraid that he won't be able to spend this money?"

Faced with Christo's words, Shilka took another drink. This move was suspicious of anger, as Christo showed signs of angering him. However, Shilka seems to have done this in front of Christo, and skillfully shifted the direction of the person in front of him with a word. "Others have already figured out a way out."

"Say!"

Shilka said as he took out a sticky note from his pocket. "He asked us to send this to a guy named Moria in California, USA, and to receive a reply within two days before we could work with us."

Christo took the note from his hand and opened it to reveal a jumble of letters. From the traces of fresh ink, Christo, based on his years of experience, determined that it was a coded telegram that had only been written recently, and Shilka's words confirmed his suspicions.

"This is what the Donovsky wrote when he returned to his room after talking to me, and he handed it to me with ink that hadn't dried."

"So there's a good chance it's a telegram about leaving us in the driver's seat."

Both of them have been engaged in intelligence work for many years, and the premise of that Donovsky's cooperation is the reply to this telegram, so it is likely that this will be the case. And this Mr. Donovsky is still very smart, he left them two days. Then after deducting the time the telegram was on the road, there was not much time left for them to decipher.

Shilka looked at Christo, who was thinking, and asked with some curiosity. "What do we do now?"

Christo thought of all sorts of things in his head, but finally gave up, so he could only sigh. "What else can I do, I can only send a telegram to the country, I hope the head doesn't say that we are not doing things well."

"I knew you'd say that."

In the face of Shilka's words, Christo came back to his senses and saw that the vodka was already half empty, and he couldn't bear the ignorance in his heart. "Shilka, it seems that you are unwilling not to drink my wine."

In the face of Christo's angry words, Shirka spoke nonchalantly. "Stingy."

With that, he poured another glass.

An hour and a half later, the puzzle that bothered Christo and Shilka was in Miloke's office. Attached is also an explanation of the importance of Donovsky to the squad, about which the two veterans of intelligence work certainly know what to say.

In the face of this somewhat greedy request, Milok also smiled bitterly, the reward of five tons of gold was the largest amount he had ever handled. So he could only pick up this telegram and go to the person who could give a decision, and that person could only be our beloved His Majesty the King.

Of course, he would have given the telegram to the technical department to decipher, but he didn't have much hope. It wasn't that it was too complicated, but that it wasn't time-sensitive, and in the absence of other references, and based on his years of experience, the password would take at least five days. And they are deducting the time of teleportation, at most only half a day, which is too little time for them.