Tsundapp Otto

At a tense moment when it was necessary to urgently reach the bridge and sail away on a ship, London was filled with cars, which were impossible to avoid. Zundapp rushed in the oncoming lane, ignoring traffic rules, which complicated the situation.

Noticing the tunnel, he turned, hoping to make it in time. However, the old engine broke down again.*

• Again?! I was just fixing something this morning!

He slammed his hood in anger when he heard the sound of an engine and turned around to see a familiar grey car approaching.

"The only thing missing here is you!" Zundapp thought irritably, trying to find his pistol, but not finding it.

Without responding to the agent's greeting and only casting a contemptuous glance at him for a second, trying to hide his agitation due to the lack of a pistol at hand. Where could it be?

"Shooting him won't work. Run away? But he'll catch up with me! How did I get into such an idiotic situation!" he thought

When McMissile spoke again, the German interrupted him.

back off.

Zundapp wanted to escape from London, but on the way there was a British agent with whom he had encountered many times before.