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Chapter 792 - "Berlin Intelligence Station" Test Version (Part )

Clear sky, warm early sun, blue sea.
A melancholy man wearing a yellow and black hoodie of the Olympiacos team and a warrant officer wearing MultiCam multi-environmental digital camouflage uniform strolled in the magnificent and spacious courtyard.

The two of them seemed like good friends, but they did not chat about anything else but football, music, beauties or current affairs.

Just one person is silently walking forward against the wind, and another person is quietly following against the wind.

The sound of sneakers and combat boots hitting the cobblestone path finally added some vitality to the empty environment.

Today is the third day that the melancholy man has "lived" in the mansion.

Without letters, phone calls or internet, the depressed man lives in complete isolation from the world, and is completely unaware of the current situation in Greece and Germany.

Depressed men worry about their careers, their friends, and their families.

But now all he can do is pretend to be deaf and dumb, because the melancholy man knows very well that it is easier to speak than to shut up.

The Asian warrant officer in camouflage uniform hopes that such peaceful time will pass more slowly.

In the mansion, the warrant officer enjoyed the rare feeling of relaxation.

Swimming, fishing and looking at beautiful women are always better than boring training, difficult tasks and troublesome superiors.

But he couldn't avoid the work he had to do.

Stand on the corridor terrace and enjoy the ambiguous scene of waves caressing the beach.

The warrant officer coughed lightly to indicate that the melancholy man should go through the bargaining procedure.

"You are the first distinguished guest to stay at the new special security center built by the Ministry of Public Order and Citizen Protection. Can you tell me about the scenery and services here? I will organize your opinions and suggestions and submit them to the higher authorities for reference."

The Asian warrant officer fumbled in his pockets and trouser pockets as he spoke. Unfortunately, non-smokers never have the habit of carrying a lighter.

The melancholy man said nothing, but calmly put the cigarette back into the box, turned around and continued to look at the blue sea.

The Asian warrant officer simply curled his lips in response to someone's refusal to cooperate.

It's better to be ignored and treated coldly than to be scolded by a depressed man.

The Asian warrant officer put away his notebook and ballpoint pen and took out a photo and handed it to the melancholy man.

"Mr. Chavelas, tell me about Mr. Konguli. We are both very free right now. You can reminisce about the glorious past, and I will listen to his heroic deeds and sigh that time flies."

The Asian warrant officer raised his eyebrows at the female sergeant fifteen meters away.

Three minutes later, drinks, fruits and snacks covered the round stone table.

Chavelas glanced at the photo of the Asian warrant officer holding his fingertips and chose to remain silent.

The scene at this moment is no different from that on Monday and Tuesday.

The warm, moist, and slightly salty sea breeze gently brushed across the Asian warrant officer's cute face, blowing away a faint smile.

The Asian warrant officer gave a slight shake of his wrist and the photo floated down the corridor.

The Apple player plays a video of two children laughing while playing.

The familiar children's voices and words almost ruined Chavelas' plan.

But this staunch anti-government activist clenched his fists tightly, and resisted the urge to turn back.

Still pretending to be calm, he continued to gaze at the azure but turbulent Mediterranean Sea.

But then a word "hello" made Chavelas suddenly walk in front of the Asian warrant officer and stare at the player screen.

In the picture, the Asian warrant officer is wearing a neat and tidy casual suit, holding a box of Godiva chocolates and chatting with his eldest son.

"You are the police! The country's police!"

Chavelas, who was hit in the weak spot, expressed his indignation to the Asian warrant officer in a low voice.

It only took a moment for him to change from his previous calm and composed look to his current hideous expression.

"Please allow me to introduce myself."

The Asian warrant officer tapped the screen to pause the video and then slightly pushed Chavelas, who was breathing heavily.

"You can just call me [Chen]. I have served in the Sacred Company under the 13th Special Operations Command of the Greek Army. I am currently serving as a warrant officer in the [Anti-Terrorism Tactical Team] directly under the Greek Ministry of Public Order and Citizen Protection."

Chen's tone was very calm.

In fact, this is Chen Yu’s disguised identity, and he works for the US CIA.

"Mr. Chavelas, just waste a moment of your time and talk to me about Mr. Konguli, and then you can enter and exit the manor gate at will."

Chen switched the iPhone player to video mode.

"Mr. Warrant Officer, I am amazed by your euphemism. [I am allowed to enter and exit the manor as I please], does that mean that if what I say does not satisfy you, I will be locked up in this luxurious [prison] again?"

Chavelas, whose power had been broken, tried to vent his anger through sarcasm and ridicule.

After all, this would help him regain his peace and calm. Although Chavelas knew that his tricks would hardly fool professionals.

But his love for his career and friends, as well as his concern for them, made him choose to continue to resist the government's persuasion.

Chen wrinkled his nose and looked at Chavelas who was smiling disdainfully, then responded with a bitter pout and put the player away.

The blue sea seemed to become peaceful and tranquil again.

The warm morning light embellishes it to make it even more holy.

"Mr. Chavelas, who am I supposed to answer to as a national police officer?"

Chen walked to the round stone table, took a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice, and murmured softly in a gentle voice.

Chavelas was about to open his mouth when he saw the trap hidden in the topic.

Chen glanced sideways at Chavelas who was slamming on the brakes and touched his earlobe with a hint of disappointment.

"The police are under the jurisdiction of the Greek Ministry of Public Order and Citizen Protection, and are a small part of the national civil service system. As a senior editor of the Daily News, you must be very clear that the police = vested interests."

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Chen sipped his juice comfortably and brushed off the epaulettes on his camouflage uniform.

Chavelas certainly understands what national police means.

He was also very clear about Chen's subsequent statements:

If Chen disobeyed the wrong orders of his superiors and joined the rebels, he would immediately suffer severe punishment from the state;
If Chen had obeyed his superiors' ridiculous assignment to hunt down the rebels, he might have survived until the current government completely collapsed.

Chavelas knew that for members of an elite tactical team like Chen, there was no third way out.

So two cups of poisoned wine will either result in instant death or lingering life.

If Chavelas replaced Chen's role, he would most likely choose to be an accomplice and lackey of the government.

After all, Chavelas didn't want his family to be displaced and homeless.

But Chavelas firmly believed that he and Chen would always be separated by a solid mountain called "faith".

"In fact, there is a third way, but it is not accessible to the anti-terrorist tactical team under the police system. The minimum standard for their recruitment is the elite forces in the active military."

Although Chen didn't make his words very clear, it did not hinder Chavelas' understanding.

The combat elites and technical officers and soldiers of the active-duty forces can escape the fate of being retributed later by changing their allegiance.

After all, that group of people is much more valuable than Greece's grassroots civil servants: the police.

Therefore, analyzing the current situation, Chen's final fate is likely to be to be used as a scapegoat.

He was sent to prison after going through the just process of criticism-trial-judgment.

Or release them secretly under an assumed name and take a large pension to live abroad.

Perhaps the new government will also hire Chen to continue working.

"As long as the Greek people's own party is unable to take power, it will be difficult for your days of doing evil to end."

Chavelas knew all too well the moral character of professional politicians.

The technique of "saying one thing in front of you and another when you turn around" is the most basic entry-level operation.

Betray you and keep you intact at the same time.

It is a common trick of Greek professional politicians, or it can be said that it is a point of excitement that these guys can brag about.

"So Mr. Chavelas, please tell me what I want to know so that I can report to the professional politicians you hate. I think you should know how despicable their characters are and how insidious their methods are."

Chen Huanghuang is about to finish the iced freshly squeezed orange juice.

There was a sense of unquestionability in the calm tone.

A gentle sea breeze blew up Chavelas's hair and took away the calmness on his face.

Family will always be Chavelas' weakness and Achilles' heel.

The balance between career, friends and family began to tilt slightly.

While Chen was tilting his head back to drink the last drop of freshly squeezed orange juice, Chavelas stood by the round stone table and poured himself half a glass of the expensive Petrus dry red wine.

"I know that the initiative has completely fallen into your hands at this moment, but I still want to ask about the benefits I can gain."

Chavelas raised his glass and clinked it with Chen's, then asked in a low voice with a rather melancholy tone.

"Mr. Chavelas' sincerity is mutual trust, but it is clear that you are still reluctant to cooperate with the police. The trick of stalling for time will not do any good for you or me. After all, the slower you are here, the closer my colleagues will be to your family. And I am afraid that the patience of those professional politicians is no better than mine."

Chen pointed his empty square-mouthed juice cup at a Chevrolet Equinox that had just driven out of the mansion and shrugged at Chavelas.

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