East Berlin's June Boat Song

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It turns out that a rookie going up against a decathlon top secret policeman is as stupid as he can be.

I caught Philip's incredulous stare in mid-air as I was kicked out.

How did he think he brought out an idiot himself?

"Hey! Rhine! Listen!" He picked up my uniform collar, his eyes half angry and half worried: "Be careful what you do, because it's about your position! Are you crazy or something, do you want me? Tell someone to wake you up?!"

My face was pale, and I murmured: "He, he shouldn't hit, hit my friend."

"Everyone here is suspect!" Philip snorted, "I'll just take them back to the headquarters for a record. Your friend is too ostentatious to befriend the secret police in front of everyone, especially you, Rhine. , don't forget your identity!"

He patted my face intimidatingly: "You're the opposite sex, do you know that?"

I nodded and was thrown to the ground by Philip.

"Okay boys, let's take them away. Our police officer Mueller is still a trainee, everyone should be more tolerant and tolerant of him, let's talk about it when we go back to the headquarters." He kicked me: "Stand up! Damn it of!"

I struggled to get up, my whole body ached and my mind was buzzing.The man didn't hesitate at all, and actually used all his strength.That's right, one punch can knock Allen out...

So I boarded the police car under the eyes of the crowd, feeling more guilty than before I came here, and still thinking about how to get Alan out.

Everyone in the bar was taken back to the interrogation room in Building 103, 13 Ruthchester Avenue. Of course, the environment there was quite good, with sofas, hot water and food, but there was no freedom.

"Just ask." Philip rolled his eyes at the shivering dozen or so young people and said, "None of them are useful. I can tell at a glance that they are all students."

I was so surprised: "You can tell at a glance?"

Philip chuckled twice: "Of course, look at how cowardly they are."

He said to the two Stasi who were in charge of the interrogation behind him: "Don't make things difficult for them, just go and drink some wine."

"Yes, Captain."

They went in and interrogated the students one by one. I stood outside the interrogation room and saw Alan fainted on the sofa.Well, why don't you let me see his injuries?What if the internal organs are injured?

"However, if you go to that kind of place, you will inevitably be punished. Let me see, how can I teach them a lesson..."

When Philip was contemplating, he heard hearty laughter from the corridor.

"Eating anything is worse than eating a gun!"

I saw that Philip, who was usually as calm as death, suddenly trembled, his eyes narrowed sharply, he turned around stiffly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he bowed to the person in front of him: "Director Milk."

A tall man in a beige windbreaker came from the depths of the corridor. He was about 30 years old, with curly brown hair somewhat messy, a pair of blue eyes slightly squinted, and his pale and thin cheeks made people think that he was suffering from lung disease, but his slight The corner of Yang's mouth held an indifferent joke again, as if mocking life.

He glanced at me quickly, then patted Philip on the shoulder with a smile: "Why are you so polite, Captain Philip, I'll come over and see, are these students all right?"

"It's all about having fun, no big deal."

The man named Milk said "Oh" and said, "Then there is something wrong with the information provided by our informant?"

Philip shook his head: "Maybe they have discovered our actions in advance."

"Yes, yes, there is a possibility. Americans are as smart as cats. Oh, Philip, I hate cats the most. They are always active at night and do not make a sound. And you, do you hate cats? ?”

The corner of Philip's mouth twitched: "Of course, Chief, I specialize in catching cats."

Milk laughed twice, then set his eyes on me with interest.

"Are you the little messenger?"

"Ah! I'm Rhine Müller, the new counterespionage scout." I introduced myself hastily, turning my back ninety degrees.

"A messenger?" Philip frowned. "He was asked by Minister Zeisel to bring me. What kind of messenger is he?"

Milk raised his eyebrows and hugged Philip: "My dear Philip, you have to know that they have always been very dissatisfied with us, very dissatisfied, my dear, look, except for your group of people, the rest The Stasi are idiots! Idiots!"

He was inexplicably overjoyed again, then suddenly closed his eyes and stared at me.

"Be careful, no one's dog is good, my dear Comrade Müller."

Not knowing how to deal with this situation, I could only bow my head in silence.Milk obviously didn't bother to tease me anymore. He said to the dark-faced Philip, "Let's let those students go. After all, they are talents from the country. Yes, we need talents in East Germany, but..."

He narrowed his beautiful brown eyes: "Put them all on their files, and then, I think we have no shortage of bugs, dear Philip, this is a good opportunity to train our police officers, let them know what It's called real wiretapping and surveillance. Oh, yes, that student—"

He pointed to Alan who was fainted on the sofa, and then glanced at me: "He doesn't need to, after all, he is a friend of our little messenger, don't you live together?"

He approached me and clicked twice: "I hope you don't sleep on the same bed. You have to know, Comrade Mueller, that civil servants who break the law are punished more severely than ordinary people."

I pursed my lips tightly, feeling a surge of impatience in my heart.This person has an inexplicable hostility towards me, not only because I came in through the back door of the Soviets, but more importantly, for other reasons.Although I can't think of it, my intuition tells me that's right.

There must be something else!

So I put on a good face and smiled shyly: "Thank you for your reminder, I will obey the law and work hard! Be the sword and shield of the party!"

He tilted his head, raised his brow slightly with disdain, and said to Philip, "Okay, Philip, my dear friend, I'm going to see the minister, remember to order gin after get off work."

He waved his hand and disappeared down the stairs at the end of the corridor.

It was not until he could no longer hear his footsteps that Philip breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who is he?" I whispered, "It's annoying enough."

"Rhine!" Philip gave me a slap on the head: "This is not an underground street, this is a national security agency. He is Erich Milk, member of the Central Committee of the Socialist Unity Party, State Secretary of the Ministry of Public Security, in charge Anti-reconnaissance business, Director of the General Reconnaissance Bureau, you have to know what respect is!"

There was a scream in my heart, did I fucking mess with a big shot again? !What happened to my life?

Experience tells me that as long as you have entanglements with important people, you will be unlucky. It is not a small misfortune, but a big misfortune that can ruin your life!

I looked helplessly at the sky, Misha, where are you, can you take me away, so that others can't find me...

Philip looked at me calmly, then sighed heavily.

"Little Rhine, you have to be careful. Director Milk is right. The Soviets' jobs are not so easy... You are so young, so young, how can you..."

He sounded sad, as if I had gone astray.

I laughed quickly: "I won't talk nonsense! General Azrael asks me and I'll tell you!"

Philip's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at me in disbelief: "God! It's still General Azrael!"

His face was pale, and he looked at me with complex emotions, pity, fear, helplessness, sadness?

——If only I could read his eyes then.

However, I said cheerfully: "Yes, it is him, General Julian Azrael. Captain, can I take Alan away now?"

Philip raised his eyebrows and gave a low hum in acquiescence.As if I had been pardoned myself, I hugged him excitedly.

I took Allen home, found his medical equipment, and treated him briefly, but fortunately it was only a flesh wound.After feeding him a few aspirins, I drove to Karlshorst.

On Wednesday night, I had to report to the White Mansion.

This is not a tryst, but a real-time report as an informant. According to Julian, our phone lines are probably tapped, so it is best for me to meet him in person.

Of course, it's hard to say how true or false these words are!I am very happy.

The past few months in the Stasi have made me happier than I expected, maybe it’s because Philip’s tempering of my mind has made me stronger, or maybe it’s because I find that the Stasi doesn’t seem so scary, just like What Director Milk said, idiot!

Really, except for the anti-intermediary department, I think many others are idiots!

Minister Zeisel is also a very principled person. He is very kind to me, just like a father.He didn't mind me "working" for the Soviets, and he even needed someone like me, according to him.

"Just to reassure Big Brother." He patted me on the shoulder lovingly, and invited me to his house for a nice dinner.Mrs. Zeisel is a good cook and she likes me because she says seeing me is like seeing their son who died in war.

I slowly realized that maybe Julian and Sasha, they really did it for me.Especially Julian, he seemed to really think of me a lot.After all, I can't be a cleaner all my life, and I can't work in Sasha's clinic all my life.

In the past few months, he said that he was his informant, but he didn't assign me any tasks.Besides, I really can't figure out how he let my identity as an informant be exposed so thoroughly.

Counting, there are three people who know, no, no, maybe more...

Oh forget it, don't think about it if you can't figure it out.I was driving the jeep that the Stasi gave me, and I was ecstatic.I can fish Alan out today, but I don’t know where Misha will be locked up in the future, and I can fish him out too!

Humming a ditty all the way to the white mansion, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, Ansolov had already rested, and Sonia also came home from get off work.After my routine inspection, I went straight to the piano room on the third floor, and sucked the face of a certain general who was playing the June boat song.

Tsk, beautiful and fragrant!

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PS: Erich Milk, a real historical figure, is roughly written according to the real background and experience.In order to maintain the suspense of the story, I will not explain it again.Because many key characters are real people in history, everyone should not go to Baidu. The suspense in spy war dramas is very important. After Baidu, the ending of some characters will come out.Of course, I will also have appropriate adaptations.A detailed explanation will be given after the story is over.

I hope everyone can give me more comments, welcome all kinds of exchanges, thank you for reading!