Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 128: Referral

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Turning on the old brass faucet, Jurgen took a handkerchief out of his pocket and dried his hands, adjusted his tie in front of the mirror on the wall, and the SS major nodded in satisfaction. .Out of the well-decorated bathroom, a SS officer waited by the door, holding Jurgen’s cane and black big brimmed hat.

“Sergeant Major Ludwig just sent someone to inform you that he is all ready.” The soldier’s boots collided and reported to the major.

“Very well, Victor.” Jurgen took the big brimmed hat from the upper class and put it on his head, then picked up the black cane with the silver head.

This building originally belonged to the British garrison. It used to be the headquarters of the army’s Cairo military station. When Egypt became semi-independent, the British army reduced the number of troops stationed in Cairo, and the military station was cancelled. It is the diplomatic dormitory and expatriate club of the British Embassy in Cairo.

After the outbreak of the European war, many British nationals and diplomats were recalled to the country. The British mainland urgently needed to recruit soldiers to resist the imminent aggression of the evil Nazis. Many people are still staying in the UK, waiting to go through the retirement formalities. It is not the Germans who are blocking their return home, but the British bureaucracy. This is really a dumbfounding thing.

A large number of people returned to the country and the building was finally vacant. After the European War, the German intelligence agency settled in Egypt and saw the house at a glance. The German embassy immediately came forward and bought it from the British. After coming down, a total of almost £150,000 was spent before and after. Anyway, this bunch of wool was still on the sheep.

The external name here is the Military Attache’s Office of the German Embassy in Egypt, but it is actually the headquarters of German intelligence agencies in the Middle East. For the intelligence agencies of various countries, this is already an open secret, but everybody cares about it during official exchanges. Do not declare and keep silent.

The main body of this building is a four-story brick-wood structure with some simple Victorian decorations. It has a huge front yard and a back yard, with an arched corridor running through the center of the building. All Unicom.

The British architectural styles in Egypt are somewhat biased towards practicality, because they have experienced several armed riots by the locals, and the architect first considered the defensive role when designing. Each window of this building is equipped with iron fences, and the windows on the first to second floors are also equipped with thick wooden window sashes covered with iron sheets. There are four-by-two-inch square shooting gun holes on them. In the event of an accident, the building Can become a defensive fortress at any time.

During the period when they served as the headquarters of the barracks, the British army renovated the basement of the building. They renovated and expanded the underground structure, built a row of warehouses for military supplies and food, and set up a dungeon for important criminals. .

“Captain Dietrich, I am very curious about the real use of this building in the hands of the British. This is obviously not what they call a temporary detention center, but more like a fully functional military prison.” Jurgen He tapped the solid granite block on the wall with his cane.

“You are right, I also think that there is a water prison under the headquarters of a military station, which is really puzzling.” Army Captain Horst Dietrich nodded and said.

This captain’s public identity is the second-class military attache of the German Embassy. He is actually the head of the Odin’s Eye in Cairo Intelligence Station. He is solely responsible for German intelligence collection activities in Cairo.

Seeing the arrival of the two officers, the army soldiers guarding in the corridor turned and opened the iron door on the wall. Jurgen and Dietrich stepped into the interrogation room.

This is a standard nineteenth-century cell, surrounded by soundproof granite walls. The walls are inlaid with rusty iron rings. Several ancient handcuffs wearing thick chains are hung on it. The walls and Spots of dark stains can be seen everywhere on the concrete floor. I don’t know whether it is the blood of the interrogated person or the traces of other liquid.

“Let you wait a long time, gentlemen.” Jurgen walked into the room and greeted the men waiting in the room.

“Good evening, sir!” The executioners present greeted the leader in unison.

“Can you start? Sir.” Sergeant Ludwig put a folder on the interrogation table.

“Let me take a look at the report first. Can they bring them a pot of coffee? Ludwig.” Jurgen sat down at the table and opened the papers on the table.

“Please wait, sir.” The sergeant leaned in his compliment, then stepped aside.

“Have you not read the report? The arrest of the Grey Sword Team went smoothly. These people hardly had time to resist.” Captain Dietrich took out a notebook from his pocket and placed it on the table.

“Do you smoke? Major?” Dietrich took out another cigarette case.

“Don’t smoke now, you can do whatever you want.” Jurgen waved his hand and continued to lower his head and read the report in his hand seriously.

“Have you interrogated those Bedouins?” Jurgen turned to ask the captain.

“After a preliminary review, these people have very hard bones.” Dietrich replied.

“In my eyes, there are no hard bones. Many people just didn’t find the right way. These Arabs are not as strong as they thought. Historically, Romans, Turks, Mongolians, French, and British, this The land has been conquered time and time again by foreigners, and none of these people have bowed their heads and ears to their new masters.” Juergen’s eyes showed blatant contempt as he spoke.

“Have you seen what Grey Sword found from their premises?” The SS major continued to ask.

“Yes, I was quite surprised to be honest, Major.” Dietrich lit the cigarette with a lighter.

“What do you think about this?” Jurgen asked.

“If I’m right, Henderson may be just a small character, with a bigger black hand hidden behind him.” Dietrich replied.

“Then let us confirm your guess now, Captain. Ludwig, bring the prisoner in.” Jurgen turned to Ludwig and said.

“Yes, Major.” The Chief Sergeant gestured to his men, and a SS walked to the side door and opened the door.

A short fat man with a black cloth cover over his head was dragged into the interrogation room with barely touching his feet under the abduction of two strong soldiers. The two executioners advanced, and skillfully pressed the man on the wooden bench in the middle of the room, and handcuffed him with fetters.

“Uncover the first cover.” Jurgen ordered, while taking the hot coffee from the orderly.

The hood was removed, and Captain Henderson narrowed his eyes by the sudden bright light. It took a few seconds to get used to it. He sat on the wooden chair with wide eyes and looked around in panic.

When the Grey Sword team rushed into the courtyard, he was sorting out the accounts and documents that he needed to carry with him in the room on the second floor~IndoMTL.com~ When he saw these Germans, the black hole’s muzzle was almost on top of him Forehead.

At that time, Henderson knew that he was dead, and he might still have a chance to fall into the hands of the British team. When he fell into the hands of the Germans, there was only a dead end waiting for him.

He really began to regret why he was so confused and made that stupid decision. If I didn’t provoke the two Germans, I would still be comfortable staying in the Zibilite base, enjoying the service of professional servants, wine and food.

Henderson is convinced that he will have a bright future. It took him five years to be promoted from an ordinary non-commissioned officer to a second lieutenant, and successfully entered the noble officer class. This is a lowly Dalit dream city. Unbelievably high, he now only needs to allocate some wealth to feed those greedy bosses, and he can smoothly be promoted in the army until he enters the upper class and becomes a respectable clan.

At that time, he can marry a noble British woman and continue his family bloodline. His children will no longer be lowly Dalits, but noble citizens of the British Empire.

But now everything is in vain, and all my struggles and hard work are only a dream in exchange.

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