East Berlin's June Boat Song

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It's coming sooner than I thought, so it seems like some people can't wait.

"I won't say much more, let's rebel, brother."

I took a sip of coffee and looked at the yellow-haired man in front of me.He grinned stupidly, leaned forward, raised his jaw and smacked his lips: "It's our first meeting, my name is Donald Weissen, I think you should know who I am."

"I have to admire your boldness, how dare you appear in front of me like this." I picked up the napkin to wipe off the coffee stains from the corner of my mouth, and then felt something under the table touch my calf.

"Here, I knew you would come here for coffee in the afternoon, and I've been waiting for you for a long time. How about it, we've investigated you carefully."

His freckled face was wrinkled by a false smile and framed by a pair of playful brown eyes. The cold and wet weather in England had bred his pale skin with blue-gray veins. He was wearing a Burberry Westminster. I wear a black windbreaker, and the blades protruding from the front of the Chelsea boots on my feet are rubbing against my skin through a thin layer of fabric.

"It's poisonous, you'll kill me." I said a little reproachfully.

"Isn't this threatening you? Dude." He moved his right foot twice, and said with a smile, "Cyanide."

I shrugged: "Is there such a big difference in your styles? Allen wouldn't do this, he would persuade me with nice words."

He lay back boldly, leaning on the back of the chair, with contempt mixed in his smile: "So he failed! No, it suddenly occurred to me that maybe he simply forgot to instigate you, hey, It’s just that feelings are the most troublesome thing, and time is the thing that makes people feel the most.”

He narrowed his eyes and looked at me with interest: "You know? Actually, I've always wanted to see you and talk to you."

"In this way?" I raised my foot to send it forward, and he backed away involuntarily.

"That's right, I can't move you." He retracted his feet, put his elbows on the table, and leaned forward to look at me: "Tell me, what kind of charm do you have that makes the Soviets dizzy?" What about it? Oh, no, not only the Soviets, but even our leader is tiny."

"Does it need to be said? Value determines everything." I smiled, leaned back, and put my hands on my waist imperceptibly.

He keenly noticed the movements of his hands, raised an eyebrow, and said quietly: "The way you look now reminds me of the silly you when Alan reported to us at the beginning. You are so different."

"Thank you!" I grinned, took my hand off the gun, and leaned forward and whispered, "Listen, Donald, didn't you, you just said your name was Donald William?"

"Donald Wesson, my dear, be polite."

I raised my eyebrows noncommittally, and then said: "Mr. Donald Weissen, you are right. This coffee shop is full of ordinary people. I can't exchange fire with you here. Of course, I don't have the will. Reason." Chad just wants to get some useful information from me, I think we can make a deal."

"Oh? What deal?" He became interested.

I showed a sincere smile: "Tell me why you gave up Alan."

"Didn't Allen die under your hands?" He sneered.

I shrugged: "But isn't Alan your colleague? If you want to take him away, there are plenty of opportunities. My informant said after investigation that the relationship between the two of you is not bad, why are you not sad at all? Have you ever thought about it? Do you want to save him?"

His eyes narrowed gradually and slowly, revealing a cold light.

"Are you judging me?" He raised the corner of his mouth: "What qualifications do you have to judge me? Mr. Murderer?"

"Alan, haha, Alan!" He suddenly became emotional, his face turned red in an instant, and he said through gritted teeth, "He is just a fool who is overwhelmed by emotion, willing to come here and stay by your side for six months." Years, and finally become an abandoned child."

"If a person wants to ruin himself, no one can stop him. Have you ever been to China? There is an old saying there, mud cannot support a wall!"

I laughed coldly: "He is not mud."

"But he voluntarily made mud!" Donald sent his foot over to touch my calf again: "Come on, Mr. Muller! Just ask, do you want to cooperate!"

"What qualifications do you have to negotiate with me? You need some capital for cooperation."

"Tsk, it seems that you have been spoiled by the Soviets. Don't you hate General Azrael for treating you so well?"

"Hate." I said with a smile, "but hating him doesn't mean betraying my country."

"Yo! I don't mean that. You can betray the Soviet Union. To be honest, you have never been with them. Think about yourself. You are a German. Do you believe in Marx? Have you read the Communist Party?" /Party manifesto? You are not a party member either.”

"So what, at least I'm a Stasi now. How to say, I'm still the deputy director of the counterintelligence department. It's a big official, so I can't lose it."

"You want to come to our side, MI[-] and CIA take your pick."

"Tsk." I narrowed my eyes and said, "There are still such good things, then you ask Richard to give me the position of the boss of the CIA's Berlin operation base."

He smirked, and his expression became cold again: "Mr. Muller, don't have too much appetite, it will kill you."

I curled my lips: "I should have died a long time ago, shouldn't I?"

He snorted twice, bent his right index finger and knocked on the table, as if he said to himself: "Death is the easiest thing for people like us, but it is the hardest thing to survive. Alan chose to be cowardly." I can't escape, I won't."

He raised his eyes and stared at me: "I didn't have much hope when I came here, but I just want to tell you, of course, to help our leader."

"What?"

"He said you will regret it." He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled very sinisterly.

"What do you regret?" I became interested: "What else do I have to regret?"

He shrugged: "Who knows? Time will tell you everything, and of course, it will tell me everything."

I laughed and took a sip of coffee: "To be honest, Donald, your level of instigation is really bad. For people like us who are used to life and death, intimidation is the most useless. You have to take something Come trick me."

He also laughed: "But don't you all look down on it? No, I'll give you the best apartment in England, in the center of London. Although you Germans bombed a lot, there are still very good apartments." House, otherwise, give you money? You should at least make an offer!"

"It's vulgar to talk about money." I said with a smile: "The rich can't go to heaven."

"You don't even want to go up now!"

"Come on Donald, I don't have time to argue with you here. You dare to appear in front of me openly, so I have to admire your courage, but I don't know if you underestimate the Stasi too much, or you overestimate me. Mercy and kindness...."

The corners of my mouth curled up slowly, my expression must be as vicious as a poisonous snake, the surrounding air froze instantly, like a stagnant clockwork, the conversation and laughter in the coffee shop stopped instantly, and everyone's movements turned into A frozen frame.

Donald's pupils contracted sharply, and the corners of his mouth parted: "It seems that you have really changed."

He stood up abruptly, lifted the round table in front of him, and ran towards the window on one side. All of a sudden, there were gunshots in the coffee shop, crackling and hitting the floor and tabletops. After chasing to the window where Donald jumped, the glass shattered and shattered. After hearing a muffled groan, Donald's figure disappeared at the corner of the street.

I made a gesture, and a Stasi led a small team out of the café in pursuit.

"Boss! Are you okay!" Du En picked up his gun and walked over: "I didn't expect him to be quite clever."

I nodded and looked around the messy coffee shop: "It's okay, teach him a lesson first, just catch him next time after running away."

Originally, the place had been cleared and my policemen were everywhere, but a few civilians who didn't know the situation came in, and we couldn't deliberately stop them in order to disguise. At this time, they huddled in the corner, shaking with fright. .

"Aren't you hurt?" I walked towards them, and a woman and a young man and woman hugged each other tightly, their faces pale with fright, and tremblingly said: "My God! What the hell is going on here! I You said you were going to worship, but you refused to listen, and you must repent when you go back, repent!"

The woman howled heart-piercingly, and her son and daughter were even more speechless. I keenly saw a little blood stained on the bottom of the son's trousers.

"I'm very sorry, Ma'am, we will make amends. Your son seems to be injured a little?" I knelt down and stretched out my hand to the boy: "Does your foot hurt?"

As if he hadn't recovered from the fright, he began to hiss and pant when he recovered, covered his feet and cried out with a wow.

I was so dumbfounded by his crying, I hurriedly comforted him: "Don't cry, don't cry, we will treat you, ma'am, we will give you an explanation!"

The woman froze for a moment, grabbed the girl and backed away in shock: "God! Who is this? I don't know him! He's not my son! I don't have a son, I only have my baby Liz."

She hugged the girl and kissed her forehead desperately, looking terrified.And the boy was still huddled on the ground, covering his feet and crying. This scene made me feel a little overwhelmed for a moment.I ordered my men to go down to appease the mother and daughter. I helped the boy up and prepared to take him back to the Stasi hospital for treatment first.

"Don't cry, it's almost time to see you. It's just that glass shards have entered, and we will heal you without leaving any scars."

The coffee-colored, curly-haired boy in the police car on the return journey made me cry. Although he looked so pitiful and charming, for some reason, I seemed to see the self who could only cry.

Feeling an inexplicable disgust in my heart, I sighed and handed him a handkerchief.

He took the handkerchief, met my gaze, suddenly trembled, his pale lips quivered a little, then rolled his eyes, and fainted in my arms.

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PS: This kind of shoes with a knife on the toe appeared in the movie "Ace Agent".