The half-open shutters of the chairman's office of the Navy Liaison Committee of the United Fleet of the Sunshine Penetration Division were spread on the carpet. Hahn, the leader of the intelligence team sent by France to the port of Taranto, Italy, determined that "there will be a big fall in the Mediterranean Sea" by the former deputy commander of the German Ocean Fleet and the current commander-in-chief of the Allied Mediterranean Sea Fleet, sat on the desk, turning the pen in his hand boredly.

"Commander, the second team has gone out to sea..." Gunser Lütjens stood at his desk, reminding in a low voice accompanied by the melodious whistle in the military harbor.

On the not-open main channel, the water diversion ship led three battleships, the second detachment of the Joint Fleet, and four Turkish legal destroyers, the third destroyer detachment, shuttled through the dangerous preset minefield, and advanced southeastward against the scorching Mediterranean sun.

"Young man, please call me Chairman!" The turning pen stopped abruptly. The thirty-eight-year-old admiral stood up, and he could not see the three majestic maritime overlords of the second team leaving the port, but urged Lütjens to call the honorary title that excited him.

"Yes, Chairman..." Gunther Lütjens rolled his eyes at the Wang Heidi, who was worried a few days ago whether to take over the position of dean of the Kiel Naval Academy in exchange for the title of "President", and then took out a thick memorandum from his armpit and continued:

"The battleship of the third team, Teghov, moved from the coast of Albania to the waters near Port Brindisi last night, and could reach the southeastern waters of Trikasse at around 7 pm. The three battleships of the second team, will move towards the port of Chiromarina, and turn to the southeast at 2 pm. It is expected that they can join the battleship of the Teghov at around 7:30 pm. The battleship of the first team, Giulio Caesar, will leave at 8 pm, and will join the fleet at around 12 pm, and then carry out night battle training and formation simulation training."

"Ahhh, it seems that everything is in the plan."

Wang Heidi nodded and sat back on the chair with pride, held up the coffee cup, and slapped the "coffee" that exuded the aroma of wine.

"Then it depends on whether our El Alexis will accept it."

On Taranto's disgusting morning, Thomas weighed the only amount of activity funds left in his hand, swallowing the really greasy pasta with great bitterness.

After disguising himself at the secret base, Thomas wore a loose sweaty sailor suit, holding a picking match in his mouth, and leisurely headed to the Sailor Club, the merchant sailors and the unduly duty-bearing sailors, who were most popular with the Sailors.

Walking through the streets with a strong medieval old European atmosphere, Thomas squeezed out a cult smile and gently pushed open the club door.

The opening and closing door caused the bells hanging behind the door to twitch and twitch. Thomas smiled frivolously at the club's hot Italian maid. He took a few pictures of the lira and said casually: "A cup of rum!"

The maid was busy preparing rum, and Thomas sat at the bar, twisting restlessly around looking for his prey.

As an intelligence officer produced on the assembly line, Thomas could easily get into a group with the Joint Fleet sailors who frequented it, and then used a few bottles of liquor to draw out the intelligence he wanted.
Chapter completed!