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In Berlin, at the headquarters of the National Socialist Party, Strasser looked at the leader of the stormtroopers, Ernst Röhm, and asked:
"Have you figured it out, Mr. Rom?"
"Don't daydream, young man. I have a good relationship with Hitler," Rom snorted. "I'm here to remind you that Hitler is about to do something big, and he asked me to make sure you're prepared."
"What big thing?" Strasser asked, somewhat curious. It seemed that someone from the Nazi Party had already been released, and now Bavaria actually had the capability to take action.
"Albert is going to die," Rom announced with shocking news.
"Which Albert?" Strasser couldn't wrap his head around it for a moment.
"Which other Albert could it be? The German President! Are you still half asleep today?" Rom expressed his frustration at Strasser's slowness.
"!!!"
Strasser reacted quickly and rushed in front of Rom, pressing his hands on his shoulders as he asked urgently, "Is the information reliable?"
"Watch your behavior, young man," Rom said with a look of disdain at Strasser. "The news is certainly accurate; if not one hundred percent, it's as good as confirmed. A few days ago, Hitler visited Field Marshal Hindenburg, and then returned to the prison and ordered the stormtroopers to go to Berlin and kill Albert."
So that's it. Because he was trapped in prison, Hitler wanted to establish a connection with Hindenburg earlier than in history. It seems that not only is he accelerating his plans, but others are as well. Strasser then looked at Rom with some amusement.
"It seems that your relationship with Hitler is not as harmonious as one might imagine," the latter said, his expression unchanged. "What does it say when I convey the Fuhrer's orders to you?"
Strasser analyzed seriously:
"First of all, Hitler did not ask you to convey any message to me; he simply wanted to use the assassination of Albert to gain credit for Hindenburg's ascension to the German Presidency, hoping that Hindenburg would grant him a pardon. Of course, the pardon would also extend to other exiled members of the Nazi Party, such as Herman Wilhelm Göring.
Secondly, Hitler would not allow me to participate in this operation because Albert is notorious in Germany. Both the left-wing and right-wing despise him. The left-wing parties label him a traitor to the revolution for his role in the deaths of Liebknecht and Rosa Luxembourg, while the right-wing parties denounce him as a traitor to the ethnic group for suppressing the Kapp Putsch. Whoever kills him will gain national praise and support."
So Hitler will definitely not let me participate in this operation, even if Albert is in Berlin. He's afraid I'll be too powerful, otherwise, how do you explain that Bavaria has not sent any funds to Berlin so far.
As for your relationship with Hitler, I think he has already contacted the overseas members of the Nazi Party to return to the country, and soon he will assign someone to share your power, maybe Göring or maybe Shim, in short, your power has been restrained, am I right, Mr. Rom."
Rom didn't speak for a while, after a long silence, he finally burst out,
"You are very clever, Gregor, I don't know if it's right to have you as a partner, but it's certain that it's not wrong to consider you as a way out."
"Actually, it's definitely not wrong to consider me as a way out, but it's wiser to see me as a partner."
"Around 9:30 pm on January 28th, at the third intersection of Diagon Alley next to Bilu Street, President Albert will pass by there. This is his fixed travel route for this month."
Rom remained silent, apparently not wanting to stay here any longer, and got up to walk towards the door.
"Turn left from my office, go down to the basement level, and walk straight ahead. At the end, there is a small door that allows you to leave without anyone noticing. No one knows," Strasser shouted behind him.
Rom paused for a moment before opening the door and stepping outside, just as Goebbels was coming in. They exchanged a knowing glance and passed each other without a word. It was clear that both sensed the other's significance, but Rom had no interest in conversation at that moment and hurried away.
"Who was that just now?" Goebbels asked, setting down the documents in his hand.
"A brown crow," Strasser replied. "He told me that Albert was going to die, and that Hitler had met with Hindenburg before that." Goebbels was somewhat shocked. "Is Hitler going to kill him?"
"Yes, I will arrange for someone to take a trip to Diagon Alley tonight."
"Are you going to oppose Hitler? Although Goebbels swore loyalty to Strasser and is indeed loyal to him at the moment, he deep down does not wish for the two powerful figures within the party to clash. In his view, infighting would only weaken the party's strength."
As if sensing what Goebbels was thinking, Strasser smiled and explained,
"we are not going to save Albert, on the contrary, we are helping the head of state to kill Albert."
January 28, 1925, 8:30
Berlin Country Social Democratic Party Headquarters
Dim lights shone on the faces of the members of the action team, making them look particularly gloomy and terrifying. The thirty or so members gathered in the basement were carefully selected from the Nationalist Party and National Socialist Party by Coy, either ex-soldiers or militiamen trained in military tactics.
To ensure the operation goes off without a hitch, Strasser even borrowed dozens of MP18 submachine guns from Baron Dezhi. Coy assessed that they would be able to find President Albert's bodily remains among the pile of bullets.
"Have all the testimonies been coordinated? Everyone must act in unison during the operation. If, unfortunately, anyone gets separated and captured, just repeat the cover story I provided you. If you die, I will take good care of your families. For the future of Germany, please do your utmost," Strasser said.
"Hail Germany! Long live Chancellor Strasser!"
The response came in the form of a deep and synchronized roar from the action team members. It seemed necessary to establish an organization similar to Stormtroopers in the future; otherwise, it would be too troublesome to assemble them on short notice. This task seemed quite suitable for Coy; I feel that with his level of skill, he shouldn't just be a squad leader, Strasser thought. "Let's go!"
With a command from Coy, the members of the special operations team filed out one by one, with Coy bringing up the rear. As he passed by Strasser, the latter called out to him, "No matter whether the mission succeeds or not, you must come back alive. Your survival is more valuable than your death."
"You once said that a soldier only stays alive as long as he keeps fighting," Coy replied with a smile.
"Of course, I will definitely fulfill your request."
As Coy left, the basement became empty again, leaving only Strasser and Goebbels. Strasser looked at the hesitant Goebbels and said, "Are you worried that I might fall out with Hitler, or that Hitler might recognize my threat and decide to eliminate me?"
"I am just worried that acting without permission might anger Hitler."
"Don't worry, I have already arranged things with Rom. We will just happen to encounter the stormtroopers and then act together, resulting in the accidental killing of President Albert. Hitler won't care whether we killed Albert; he only needs it to be known that the Nazi Party killed Albert."
Strasser thought to himself: At least he needs me now, so he can't afford to care.
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