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墨書 Inktalez
Evening
Germany A certain prison
In a remote suburb, there is a large complex of buildings, with iron wire mesh covering the entrance, and guards patrolling back and forth.
This is a prison for holding serious criminals, and it can be said that all the scum of Germany are gathered here.
Every day, all kinds of prisoners are brought here, each with different charges, but the only common point is that they carry a heavy burden of blood debts, which would be considered light even if they were shot ten times.
With the recovery of the economy, violent crime in Germany has gradually decreased, so at the beginning of the year, the number of prisoners held in the prison was not considered high.
This month, there have been a particularly large number of serious criminals brought in, including many spies and traitors. Officers from the National Defense Forces personally came here to inspect. This has forced the prison to operate at high speed, with many people working overtime to interrogate these traitors who have taken money from British or French people. However, the results seem far from ideal, as large numbers of people are being sent to the drill ground to be executed every day. "Quick, tell me! Did you take 500,000 pounds? Are you a spy for the British people?"
In the interrogation room, a lieutenant officer was vigorously whipping the prisoner while asking menacingly, "I have never taken money from the British people, I have never betrayed my country." Despite being covered in blood and enduring a brutal beating, the prisoner defiantly replied with unwavering spirit.
"Looks like you're beyond saving."
After a while of questioning, it seemed that the prisoner wasn't going to confess. The lieutenant signaled to the constable behind to drag the guy out.
Once the prisoner was escorted away, lieutenant turned his gaze to a colonel who was recording data on the side.
"I don't understand, if you're all going to execute these guys, why send them here to us?"
lieutenant doesn't quite understand.
"That's not something you should be asking, just follow orders."
The lieutenant colonel sighed, "I also received orders from higher-ups to eliminate these spies, but other than that, I have no information about these people." As they were talking, a chilling scream came from the next room, followed by the continuous sound of gunfire from the drill ground in the distance, drowning out their voices and leaving the two of them staring at each other.
After a long time, when everything had settled down, the colonel, holding his chest, said with lingering fear, "Staying in this environment for a long time will drive anyone crazy. Luckily, this is the last batch. Once I finish dealing with these matters, I can finally take a long vacation."
"You have it easy. I've been working in this environment for ten years. Back then, this prison still belonged to His Majesty the Emperor."
lieutenant Remembering the past, feeling a bit nostalgic, "This job is very oppressive, but for the sake of my family, I must continue to persevere until the day I retire." After all, in post-war Germany, finding a stable job is not easy, especially for those older veterans.
"You are a good man," the colonel gave him a thumbs-up.
A row of National Defense Forces soldiers stood silently on the drill ground used for executions. The KAR98K rifles in their hands were still emitting white smoke, and the densely packed bullet holes on the distant target indicated that they had just completed shooting training. In addition, there were four figures standing not far away, one of which was the person who had just been severely tortured in the interrogation room.
At this moment, he had changed into a completely new outfit and was looking at the man in front of him with fervor; it was the leader of the Germanic people and the Labour Party. Strasser had rushed here after completing negotiations with the Juncker nobility. Originally, Heydrich had suggested that he carry out this operation on his behalf, but Strasser insisted on meeting these warriors in person, as it was likely they would not return from this mission.
"Soldier, from now on, forget your past identity and abandon your original name. There is only one thing you must do: eliminate all enemies of the Germans."
"My glory is loyalty."
The soldier of the National Defense Forces snapped his heels together and performed a standard salute, clearly a fervent supporter of Strasser.
The soldier then asked curiously, "Leader, when can I come back?"
"When you're dead," came the reply.
The words of Strasser immediately changed the expressions of everyone present, but his subsequent addition lightened the atmosphere.
"Or when covered in medals."
"Long live Supreme Leader Gregor Strasser!"
The soldier shouted again.
Obviously, similar actions are taking place all over the country.
Within less than a year, Heydrich's "Stasi" had organized a large number of personnel skilled in intelligence work, not only deployed throughout the country, but also sent a large number of undercover agents to other countries, including the United States and the Soviet Union.
These people are not only good at stealing intelligence, but also good at assassinating without a trace.
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England
A certain trade port
A cargo ship sailed into the port from the sea, it is a cargo ship from Germany.
On the shore, fully armed British soldiers are on high alert, ready to thoroughly inspect the cargo ship for any contraband. The guests disembarking from the ship are passing through the soldiers' inspection one by one. At this moment, a not particularly tall but robust and spirited old man walks down from the deck. Despite carrying a huge suitcase, the old man appears to be in good physical condition and walks steadily on the deck.
"Haha, Uncle Yule, you finally came. I've missed you so much."
As the old man was about to walk from the deck to the inspection station, a colonel suddenly rushed out from the crowd and warmly embraced the old man. He was the overall person in charge of the customs here.
"I really didn't expect that in just a few years, you would become a colonel. Your future is truly limitless!"
The old man named Yule looked at the colonel in front of him with some emotion. "Uncle, I've told you a long time ago that Germany is no longer viable. Only by following the British Empire can we have a way out. You used to be so stubborn, but now you have finally come to terms with the reality." The English-German mixed-race colonel took the suitcase from his uncle's hand as he spoke.
The soldier conducting the inspection saw that his superiors were so relaxed, so he decisively gave up the inspection. As for the other inspecting officers, they also tactfully did not interfere, after all, the colonel had long ago told them about his distant uncle in Germany, living alone. He was very worried about this and had been writing letters to persuade his uncle to come and live in England.
His stubborn uncle finally relented this year and agreed to come to England. Colonel Maupassant, upon receiving the letter, excitedly treated all the customs officers to a meal on the same day.
Everyone was smart enough not to disturb the reunion of this uncle and nephew at that moment.
"Uncle Jules, what do you think of my new car?"
After coming out of customs, the two of them got into a brand new car. Colonel Morissot proudly showed off his beloved car to Yves Lévy.
"Very nice, but I'm not a fan of these superficial things. I prefer to get down to business," Yves replied, causing Colonel Morissot's expression to become serious.
The colonel asked tentatively, "Night of the Long Knives?"
"Dawn of the Short Swords!"
Yule decisively replied.
Having identified the visitor, Colonel Montparnasse instead calmed down. He leaned back in the driver's seat, one hand resting on the window sill.
"So, you've finally arrived. Is it time for the 'Telescope Plan' to begin?"
"Yes, it has already begun," Yule replied affirmatively. "Let me guess, what did you pack in your suitcase?"
Colonel Maupassant was curious about the large black box on the back seat.
"Don't guess. I don't have any weapons here, just some intelligence tools like a radio," replied Yule impatiently.
"So, you're saying they were armed in other places?" Colonel Maupassant was somewhat surprised. "Weren't you here to steal intelligence? How did the operation expand to assassination?"
"Who knows? Anyway, I don't know if there are any big shots in England who want to kill me." Yule shrugged. "But I heard that someone is going to be unlucky with the Soviet Union and the United States."
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