Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 67: Anonymous

London, South Hampstead, Aberdare Street, backed by Hampstead Heights, which overlooks the entire city of London, this street is built on a gentle slope, the whole street They are all standard Victorian red brick double-storey apartments with roof tops. (Baidu search network updates the fastest and most stable)

The housewife Mrs. Einsbell struggled to pull a stroller up the steps in front of the house, while her six-year-old daughter Xini pushed **** the rear wheel of the trailer behind.

"Oh, God, Mrs. Einsbell, wait a minute, I'll help you." A pair of powerful hands grabbed the edge of the trailer, and then the whole car was lifted up.

"Madam, please hurry up and open the door, I can't hold on for long." The young man said with a smile.

"Ah, ah, okay, Mr. Ian, thank you so much." Mrs. Einsbell quickly took out the key from the handbag on her wrist and opened the apartment door.

"Come in quickly, Mr. Ian." The housewife held the door to the room. The man carried the stroller through the door and put it in the hallway of the hall.

"Thank you so much, you are such a gentleman, Mr. Ian."

"As a tenant, it is my honor to serve the beautiful landlady, Mrs. Einsbell." The young man replied with a smile.

Looking at the charming light green eyes of the man under the black sea, Mrs. Einsbell felt that her cheeks became a little hot.

"Ah, thank you, Shini, you also helped me a lot, my princess." Ian knelt down, took his bag from the little girl, raised his hand and touched the girl. Head, the little girl squinted her eyes and laughed happily.

"That's right." Ian patted his forehead as if suddenly remembering something, he opened the cowhide bag and took out a paper bag from it.

"Guess what's inside?"

"Is it for me?" the little girl asked, biting her finger.

"Of course, open it." The little girl looked at her mother hesitantly, and saw that her mother had no objection, she took the small paper bag from Ian.

"Fruit candy! Chocolate! Mom look! Fruit candy! Chocolate!" Seeing the contents of the bag, the little girl screamed in surprise.

"Oh, this is great. Shini, don't hurry up and thank you Mr. Ian." Mrs. Einsbell held her daughter's shoulders.

"Thank you Mr. Ian, can I have one now?" the little girl asked, tilting her heels.

"Of course, it's all yours." Ian answered with a smile.

"Okay. Only one. Don't eat too much candy before dinner. Now go back to your room and put the candy in your snack jar."

"Okay, Mom." The little girl ran up the stairs.

"Wait a minute, Shini! What have you forgotten?" Einsbell called to his daughter.

"Ah, that's right. See you later, Mr. Ian, thank you again for the candy." The little daughter stuck her tongue out, walked back to Ian and bowed, and said sweetly.

"See you later, little princess, go now." Ian smiled and nodded. The little girl hopped up the stairs again.

"You would ruin her like this, Mr. Ian." The landlord's wife complained to the tenant.

"These sugars are hard to get, right? Two supply coupons are required for every pound of cane sugar bought last week. Candies are no longer available. It is said that they have to be supplied to the army first."

"It’s okay, madam, don’t forget that I work in the Ministry of War. We have special supplies. It’s easy to get this kind of stuff. Alas, what did you do with Xi Ni in front of you, what’s in this car, so Heavy. Do you want me to push you to the storage room?" Ian asked with a smile at the beautiful landlady.

"Ah, just put it here. I’ll move it myself in a while. Mrs. Ryan’s cousin is from the municipal office. He has a way to get coal. My Mrs. Torreon asked him to do it for me. Do some, look. It's sixty pounds."

Because of the strong German blockade, the United Kingdom has fallen into a state of energy shortage. Gas and electricity must be supplied to military enterprises first, so residential areas often lose gas and electricity. Helpless London citizens can only start looking for various alternative fuels. Many people's backyard air-raid trenches store not only food, but also a large amount of coal and wood. This has aroused the concern of the air defense headquarters, worried that if it encounters bombing, it may cause serious fire accidents, but the government finally did not order a prohibition, because it is safer to put in the backyard than in the house, and the citizens need fuel after all. Heat food and boil water to make tea. With the passage of time, even alternative fuels have become in short supply, and the National Police Agency has begun to increase night patrols in various parks. Finally, there has been no illegal logging of park trees.

"I'll help you move to the backyard. I am the only man in this family. I am obligated to take on this kind of work that requires physical strength." Ian smiled and handed the purse to the landlady, and then took off The straight navy blue suit was placed on the handle of the escalator, and then the sleeves of the shirt were rolled up.

"Oh, Mr. Ian, how can this be? You have helped us a lot." The landlady was helpless and wanted to stop.

"Call me Bruce. If you have a similar job at home, leave it to me. This is supposed to be a man's job. A beautiful lady like you just needs to be quiet and watch. "Ian showed a sunny smile, making the landlady's heart jump a few steps.

"Thank you so much, Ian... Oh, Bruce. You can also call me Anne." Mrs. Einsberg's cheeks were reddish, and her eyes were fixed on the handsome tenant.

"Okay, Annie, then...this is all put in the air-raid trenches in the backyard, right."

"Yes, fortunately for you, Bruce, I will go to the kitchen to boil water. When I'm done, I will go to the living room to have tea together. I also made some biscuits. They should taste good."

Five minutes later, Ian was sitting on the sofa in the living room of the apartment with a cup of black tea in his hand.

"The supply of government agencies is becoming more and more tight. Coffee rations have begun to halve, but at last there is no shortage of black tea, otherwise I really don’t know what to do in the office."

"Try the biscuits. Although there is no butter, I put a lot of sugar." Mrs. Einsbell handed the dessert plate to Ian.

"Well, it tastes quite good, ah... Speaking of butter, I remember, please pass me the purse beside me." Ian put his hand in the teacup and reached out to the landlady.

"This was given to me by my friend in the army. I think you and Xi Ni will like it, so I brought them all back." Ian took out a paper box from his purse and handed it to Einsbell Mrs. "This is the Army's standard ration, a can of butter. A can of lard and a can of condensed milk, and a pound of corned beef."

"This is great. I'll cook beef stew for you in the evening." The landlord's wife held the paper box and picked up a can and looked up and down. Then happily said.

"No, I'm going to have dinner with my colleagues in the department tonight. I'll go out later. Tomorrow, I'll rest tomorrow. You can cook the stew in one day." Ian put down his purse. Picked up the black tea on the coffee table.

"Well, that's OK, Bruce, we will have dinner tomorrow, and Xiny hasn't eaten beef for a long time." The landlady said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, the Admiralty should distribute you special supply rolls. According to the regulations, you can get an extra two pounds of meat and fat." Ian drank lipstick tea and put one hand on the armrest of the sofa. Erlang's legs were raised.

"There is a special supply roll. However, the Navy Service Department said that there is no goods, so it can only owe it first. When the supplies arrive, we will compensate us in one lump sum. I heard that we will have to wait another week or so. Mrs. Ron’s brother is the Navy. The lieutenant colonel of the base service department, she told me that next week the American fleet will bring everything we need, and we won’t have to worry about food anymore."

"She won't just talk about it casually."

"I don't know, but looking at her mysterious look, she shouldn't be deceiving." Mrs. Einsbell took a cup of tea and sipped black tea.

"There is no news from Major Einsbell recently? He has been on a business trip for almost two months. I have moved in for a week. He may not know that the house has changed a tenant." Ian picked up a cookie. .

"I don’t want to mention it anymore. I don’t even know if he is still in the UK. His boss in the Navy said that he was performing a classified mission and could not tell me the specifics. But he assured me. This He will be given a holiday before the end of the month. I doubt it. There is not even a call or a letter. I don't know if he is still alive." Mrs. Einsbell put down the teacup in a grieving manner.

"Don't worry, the major will be fine." Ian leaned forward and held out Mrs. Einsbell's hand, staring at the woman's eyes.

"You have to believe this. For Xi Ni, for yourself. Everything will be fine, no matter what happens, I want you to believe that you still have a friend to support you."

"Thank you, Bruce." Tears broke into Einsbell's eyes, and she clutched Ian's hand tightly.

"Oh, it's almost time. I'm going upstairs to change clothes. It may be late tonight. I will find a place to sleep outside and come back tomorrow morning." Ian let go of Einsbell Wife's hand, stood up.

"Ah, come back early tomorrow, I will prepare breakfast and wait for you."

"Okay, Annie, then I'll be out of company first." Ian smiled and nodded to the landlady, then lifted the purse on one side and turned and walked up the stairs.

Entering the guest room on the second floor, Ian turned around and closed the door, unlocked the door, then walked to the desk and sat down. He took out the metal cigarette case from his pocket and put it on the table, then pulled out a note paper from the side. Ian stood up, looked out the window with the probe, then picked up the pen on the pen holder and wrote a few lines on the note. I carefully dried the ink, folded the paper carefully, and carefully put it into the cigarette case.

Ian stood in front of the full-length mirror and carefully stroked his hair, then went to the closet and took out a dark gray suit and threw it on.

"Anne, I'm out, see you tomorrow." Ian walked down the stairs while holding the cufflinks of his shirt tightly. The landlady was standing at the top of the stairs and looking at him, the fascination flowing out of her eyes was clear.

Ian is wearing a straight dark gray short dress, a tie and waistcoat of the same color, a silver bracelet hangs from the mouth of the pocket, and her short black hair is neatly divided into three to seven, and a few strands of the sea hang naturally. On the forehead, the green pupils are piercing, with a confident smile on his face.

"Are you walking? Bruce. Remember not to drink too much." The landlady opened the door for him.

"I called a taxi, and there was no way, after all, I need to socialize, I know it." Ian walked out of the apartment, and a taxi stopped at the door. The driver got out of the car and opened the door. Ian waved to the landlady before getting into the car.

"Dorchester Hotel, thank you." Ian stretched out his arms on the spacious back seat of the taxi, and then the suit took out the cigarette case from the inner pocket, took out a cigarette, and knocked on the case. Knock, then took out the lighter.

The sky was completely dark, and the taxis flexibly shuttled through the roadblocks of London’s streets and arrived at the Dorchester Hotel 15 minutes later. This is one of the most luxurious hotels in London, located in the famous Next to Hyde Park, most rooms can overlook Hyde Park, and some rooms can overlook Buckingham Palace. Because it is not far from Buckingham Palace, there are often royal family members patronizing, so it has become a favorite of celebrities and politicians and generals. The place of consumption. And because it was constructed in a relatively recent age, the entire building was cast with reinforced concrete. This hotel was touted by the Fleet Street reporters as the safest hotel in London, so it was crowded with guests every day.

"No need to look for it." Ian got out of the car and then handed the driver standing by the door a two pound note.

"Thank you, sir." The driver glanced at the banknote and quickly took off his hat to thank him.

Ian pulled the hem of his clothes, glanced at the huge glass ceiling above his head, and then walked into the hotel door.

Standing in the lobby, Ian turned his head and looked around, and immediately found the goal of his trip.

"Ah, I'm so sorry. There are so many things in the ministry today. I went home and changed my clothes. I got stuck in a traffic jam. You have been waiting for a long time, Jacqueline." Ian turned to a dark blue royal The beautiful girl in the uniform of the Air Force Women’s Auxiliary Team walked over.

"I just arrived, Bruce~IndoMTL.com~This place is so beautiful. I never thought I could eat in such a place." The girl ran over in small steps and grabbed Ian. Arm.

"How long can I stay in London this time." Ian smiled and touched the girl's cheek, and then walked to the elevator in the opposite direction.

"Only one day. I have to go to the ministry tomorrow daytime. I have a document to be handed over to the minister in person. I will rush back to the base the day after tomorrow, so you must stay with me tonight." The girl pointed at Ian. Flew a wink.

"Of course, Jacqueline, let’s go to dinner first, and then go dancing. The bar here is also very good." Then Ian leaned into Jacqueline’s ear and said, "I also ordered one upstairs. A luxurious suite, we have time tonight." The girl flushed her cheeks suddenly, looked at the surroundings, and slapped Ian's ribs with a elbow.

At this time, not far from the Dorchester Hotel, a taxi stopped to the side of the road. The driver turned on the small light on the top of the cab, took out a half-folded two-pound note from his arms, and opened the note. , With a note inside.

The driver raised his head and looked around, then lowered his head under the orange light to carefully identify the writing on the note. After reading it, the driver put the note into his mouth and started the car while chewing. (To be continued.)