Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 343: China Town (Part 1)

Verbet carried a briefcase and quickly walked down the marble steps in front of the hotel. At this time, a black limousine had been waiting in front of the door. The doorman in a gray uniform with a flat top hat, Diligently opened the car door for the customer.

Welbey took out a few twenty-five cent coins from his trouser pocket and put them into the doorman’s open palm. The big boy smiled happily, and then bowed to the generous customer. .

After President Roosevelt stepped down, the "Roosevelt Depression" named after President Roosevelt came to an abrupt end. The prosperous intercontinental trade made the US economy begin to recover rapidly. The good old days seem to be back again, starting from New York Port on the East Coast. To San Francisco on the west coast, there is a bustling scene everywhere.

Ordinary Americans don’t understand geopolitics and war economy. They attribute all these to the victory of the Republican conservatives.

Although the big part of the profit still belongs to the capitalists, the start of the factory means a stable livelihood, and the whole family can fill their belly.

The average monthly salary of US manufacturing workers in 1940 was 130 U.S. dollars. In fact, most people don’t get that much. The salary of grassroots workers in the service industry is lower, such as this doorman, one month. The basic salary is only more than sixty dollars, and he has to pay for the hotel uniforms, board and lodging, so daily tips are an extremely important source of income for this big boy.

The doorman closed the door for Verbe, "I wish you a good day today, Mr. Verbe." the boy said.

"Thank you, Tom." Welbey nodded gracefully in reply.

The driver glanced at the back seat from the rearview mirror, then skillfully shifted the gear and stepped on the accelerator, and the engine let out a dull roar full of power.

"Good morning, sir." The driver put down the glass partition and asked the boss early.

"Good morning, Clay." Welbe took out the cigarette case from his pocket and pressed the cigarette lighter by the walnut armrest.

"Is this car too conspicuous, Clay."

The other party replied: "I don't think so, sir, where you are going today, you must be decent enough."

This is a brand new 1940 Cadillac luxury sedan, the most high-end model in the 60 series. The market price of this car at the time was 3,820 US dollars, which did not include the cost of custom interiors and additional equipment. This is a luxury car designed specifically for the mid-to-high-end market. It is equipped with a stylish sliding sunroof and a driver’s seat partition. The interior is made of walnut and leather seats, enclosed headlights, and all interior and exterior side strips are plated. Layer of chromium.

"I think the Chevrolet "Master" is better." Although that car is also a luxury model, it looks a bit lower-key than this Cadillac, and of course the price is more than a thousand dollars.

"Trust me, sir, this one is the most suitable one, sir." Seeing Welbey lighting a cigarette, the driver raised the glass partition behind the driver's seat.

The streets in San Francisco are mostly two-lane. The traffic volume close to the Bay Area is relatively high. Traffic jams have almost become commonplace. When this happens, the time for a professional driver to express his value has arrived. Usually experienced drivers will avoid the roads that are prone to traffic jams and find the fastest route to the destination in the shortest time. Welby felt that Mr. Clay never belonged to the latter, because they were stuck on a main road with a bunch of cars driving to and from get off work.

Welbey looked away from a hot dog stand on the side of the street. He turned his face and raised his hand to tap on the glass partition between the back seat and the driver's seat. Accompanied by the sound of the electric motor, the glass barrier with the chrome-plated frame descended smoothly.

"Can you arrive on time, Clay." Welbey asked.

The driver turned his head and looked at the rearview mirror, and calmly replied: "It looks hard to tell now, but I will try my best."

The sound of "Dididi" street horns one after another makes people distraught.

Verbe turned his head and looked through the rear window, and saw the driver in the car behind him hitting the steering wheel with his head desperately.

"Divert at the next intersection, Clay."

"I don't think it will help. The surrounding area should be blocked. This is rarely the case here. Maybe something happened in front." The driver raised his hand and adjusted the rearview mirror, Welby You can see a pair of gray-blue eyes in the mirror.

Kray is a field agent under the German Intelligence Agency. He entered the United States as a European refugee in late July last year and successfully lurked in San Francisco.

His group of "war" refugees mainly came from Germany, most of whom were descended from Norway, Britain, Austria and Russia who lived in Germany. Of course, many of them were Germans. However, the passports of these Germans are full of j-shaped stamps, which means that they all have Jewish ancestry.

These refugees chose a tortuous and difficult route of exile. They first left Germany by various means and traveled to the Far East by international trains or cruise ships from neutral countries. Then they took a Japanese cruise from Shanghai and Siberia to the American continent across the Pacific.

They may not be the first European refugees to go to the United States after the outbreak of the European War, but they are the first war refugees to enter the United States from the West Coast. And no one tried to take this route again after them. One reason is that countries have strengthened the inspection of immigration status. The other reason is that the European war ended in August, and the exiles lost their reason to become war refugees.

The identity of Kray’s passport is an Austrian. He was indeed born in Austria, but he immigrated to Germany with his parents when he was four years old. The family has a lot of relatives in Austria.

There were many people of Austrian descent in Germany before the war. Some of them were expelled by the Nazi authorities because of political ideas or personal reasons. Many of them were social elites such as musicians, teachers, doctors, and lawyers.

These people abandoned their possessions and relatives in Germany, and came to the new continent on the other side of the earth with simple luggage, hoping to live a happy and peaceful life here, but the cruel reality soon shattered Their daydreams.

After Cray entered the United States, the first days were quite difficult.

At that time, he was on the "Tatsuta Maru" cruise ship of Japan Cruise Line, which is one of the sister ships of "Chichibu Maru". The one that greeted Clay and the others at the San Francisco pier was managed by US Customs and Immigration A joint investigation team formed by the Bureau and the FBI. In addition to checking the identities of all personnel, the detectives also searched everyone’s carry-on luggage, claiming to prevent someone from entering the country with prohibited items.

In the next few weeks, Clay often spotted someone watching him secretly. At first he thought his identity as an agent had been exposed, but then realized that it was not what he thought.

Detectives from the local police station are monitoring him. They are very wary of war refugees, because past experience tells them that it is difficult for these outsiders to find suitable jobs in the local area. In order to survive, they often take risks and do Start some illegal work.

Cray was worried that it would arouse the police's suspicion. As a result, even when he was poor and living on the street, he insisted on not using the funds from the secret account.

Next, the elite agent of the German General Intelligence Agency ran around to survive every day. He first worked as a stevedore at the dock for a period of time, and then became a salesperson in a grocery store. He was still in the loin I worked as a bartender in a bar in the district and also served as a bodyguard for a wealthy businessman for a while.

Until one day, Kray suddenly realized that it seemed that no one had been watching him for a long time. It was obvious that he had gained the trust of the local police and was crossed off from the list of potential threats, which also meant that he had succeeded. Being integrated into this city, he is no longer a "foreigner" in the eyes of the locals.

Before Welbey came to San Francisco~IndoMTL.com~Cray was considering going to a hotel as a night shift manager. He also plans to rent a house in the sunset area and find a girlfriend if possible. This makes it easier to conceal one's identity and continue to hide in the local area.

However, it seems that Cray's plan cannot continue for the time being. He will follow the opponent as Welbey's personal driver and bodyguard until the entire task is successfully completed.

"We've been stuck here for ten minutes. Do you have any other suggestions." Welbe raised his wrist and checked his watch.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't expect this to happen." The driver shrugged his shoulders very American.

"While you have time now, you can tell me about the situation there." Welbey pulled out the pop-up cigarette lighter and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

"What you want to know is" the driver turned around.

"China Town." Welbe spit out a ball of smoke.

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