"North Borneo Company..."
The bright Mediterranean sunlight streamed through the window into the room.
At this moment, Berlin should have been icy cold, with the shrill sound of air raid sirens in the background.
Sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine, Berlin sat there, eyes fixed on the window. Finally, from the shadows of the room, he let out an almost inaudible sigh.
"This might not be a bad choice after all."
He stood up from the sofa unhurriedly, took a sip of wine, and once again walked to the window, gazing outside.
On the distant road, speeding jeeps and American soldiers reminded him that this place had already been occupied by the Americans. They were advancing northward relentlessly.
The Americans had established a firm foothold on the European continent!
"Four years ago, when we occupied Paris, I thought we had won the war. But now, only a few years have passed..."
