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Chapter 3: Sisterhood and Infatuation [Act III] Intricacies (18)

"Oh, that colonel is your own brother?" Zamoiska looked at Eric's back, stood up straight, and immediately unfolded the fan to cover his lips, hiding the laughter, "It's really worthy of being brothers, although you two have different eyes, but your appearance is indeed somewhat similar." It is hard to imagine what a wonderful man your father, Count Carl Christoph Dietrich von Hofmann, 1st rank of the German Imperial Army, was! ”

Recalling his father's doting and pampering of Eric during his lifetime, as well as his indifference and alienation from him, Andrew's face suddenly sank, and his ice-blue eyes swelled with anger. He turned his gaze to Zamoiska, and secretly said that the widow in front of him was worthy of the famous Polish courtesan, not only well-informed, but also eloquent: he used Eric's recklessness to humiliate the Hoffmann family, the Junker aristocracy, and the officer corps. Just as he was about to cross-examine him, he heard several gunshots in front of him, as well as the exclamation of "there is an assassin"!

Before everyone at the scene quickly evacuated, there was already a flurry of broken utensils, chaotic footsteps, and dense gunfire in the clubhouse. The floor, covered with a thick scarlet carpet, was littered with cups, plates, bowls, and dead waiters. A cry of Goding's life came, piercing through the panic -

"Protect the Führer! Kill all the Assassins! ”

"Yes! Kill—" With a deafening roar, all Wehrmacht officers and SS officers present unfurled their guns and swept towards the Assassins.

In the rain of ammunition, several assassins fell one after another, splattered with blood. Many stray bullets smashed the expensive tables and chairs in the field, pierced the glass chandelier and walls of the dome, and for a time countless debris and dust were sent to the table and wine glasses. The mayor of the Free City of Danzig and other local officials were so frightened that they were either stunned and speechless.

"Sir, I'm really expected by Wolf and Captain Wagner!" Schulenburg, who was dressed in a light gray suit, clasped the PPK pistol that had not faded from the smoke of gunpowder, and turned his head sideways to Andrew and said urgently, "There are indeed killers in this venue, and it is estimated that there are nearly fifty people!" ”

Andrew was stunned when he heard this, and instantly understood the reason why Wolf and Eric were anxious and in a hurry: Eric must have noticed the abnormality of the scene in advance, but due to the rush of time, he had to send Wilkes to inform Wolfe. And Wolff was so hateful that he hid it from him again and told Himmler about it directly. But he quickly calmed down, pushed Zamoiska away, neatly pulled out the Ruger P08 pistol from his waist, and strode forward with Schulenburg.

Suddenly, another shot rang out, but it was Eric holding a Sauer M38 pistol, right in the middle of the eyebrow of an Assassin. He coldly watched the assassin fall down, and raised his eyebrows at Andrew and Schulenburg and smiled: "Mr. Hoffmann, the dignified chairman of the Polish administration and the head of the police of the 'Führer's Guard', has finally arrived?" ”

"Hmph, I didn't notify my brother in advance, but instead went around a bend to tell others! How did the Hoffman family come up with such a shameless bastard as you!? When Andrew remembered what Eric had done years ago and to this day, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and criticize him.

Schulenburg listened to the brothers' argument in amazement, and secretly wondered how deep the gap between the SS and the Wehrmacht would not involve family affection, as Wolf and Wilkes were the best examples. So, what kind of deep hatred and hatred made the Hoffman brothers so tense?

However, Schlenberg couldn't afford to contemplate it, and the scene changed again!

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