"Theodore. Ike, how much money do we have enough to give a gift to the warden? Hess asked, his shoulder wrapped in a thick gauze, the bullet on his shoulder that had just been removed from the wound in the beer hall riot, but now he was more concerned about the leader in prison.

"Not enough, and 780 marks, not enough to buy a few pints of milk." Ike's brow furrowed into a pimple, no way, the German Democratic Workers' Party is still a poor small party, and after this beer hall incident, their Democratic Workers' Party has become a lost dog. It's even more unattended.

Hess let out a long sigh and buried his head in his hands, and the other party members were also at a loss, and the passion for planning the uprising was surging. The only beneficiary of this farce seems to be the Begbrau Keller, a small bistro in Munich, which became a well-known pub in Germany overnight. The reason is simple: on the night of November 8, Sitara led a stormtrooper to detain three Bavarian military governors in this tavern and declare that "the national revolution has begun". It was his first attempt to rule Germany as fascist. It is a pity that this man, who presented himself as the savior of Germany, misestimated the shape at that time, and his "revolution" did not have the support of the masses at all. The next morning, 16 of his gang were killed by the police, the others were scattered, and even Sitara himself had to sneak away. The "beer shop riots" ended in such a disgraceful manner, and now the Democratic Workers' Party of kittens and two kittens are left with the appearance of a desperate bear, and everyone is in the posture of dividing their luggage to return to Gao Laozhuang, but no one wants to speak first.

"Come in, Mr. Eastwood, I think they're all here." Rom, dressed in a brown uniform, had a loud voice that could be heard clearly from the window. The door was pushed open, and a tall, yellow man followed Rohm in. Hess, Ike, and the others were all drawn to him. Dressed in a well-fitting Chinese-style suit, with an expensive otter fur coat in the crook of his arm, his body is muscular, his posture is like a green pine, and his eyes are like a falcon. "This is Mr. Eastwood. This is Ick, our treasurer, and this is Mr. Hess, our Munich regional leader—" Rohm said, pointing to Goering, who was lying on the bed.

"Herman. Mr. Goering. It's an honor to see you again. The Asian spoke, speaking in a strange accent of low-ground German, "It seems that you are unfortunately injured again, maybe I can help you recover your health this time." ”

"I beg your pardon, I don't think I can remember where we met?" Everyone else was looking at Goering, who was covered in a thick gauze and oozing blood, the result of his bullet blocking the leader, a wound that made him Sitara's number one cronie and the future Luftwaffe boss. Of course, because of the suppuration and deterioration of this wound, he became addicted to drugs in pain relief, and also caused a habit of overeating, and finally became the famous Fat Man, until he committed suicide before being sentenced to death.

"We saw seven years ago, in the sky over Antwerp, when you were shot down, the Swift 3 I was piloting had a winged tiger logo on it."

"Ha, I remember, we first had two rounds of dog fighting and circling, and your plane couldn't take advantage of the hovering performance and fled, and then attacked me from behind."

"Well, it seems like this, although our Swift 3 is not advanced, the advantage of absolute speed is obvious, and dogfighting is obviously not a wise choice, is it?"

"Well, I'll admit that our Fokker is not as good as your F1-3 and F2, but I don't think you're here to laugh at your old rival today."

"Of course not, as I said, I'm here to help you get healthy, and of course your party."

"Hey, what is this Oriental talking about." A flag captain stood up and angrily reached out to push, "You hateful yellow-skinned monkey..."

The muzzle of a gun was pressed against the door of his head, it was a Daystar pistol, and the flag captain instantly understood what this Mr. Eastwood meant, "Shut up." ”

"Hi Mr. Eastwood, please put down your gun, it's a misunderstanding." Of course, Rom knew what this guy was capable of, and he didn't dare to let others behave irrationally.

"It's nothing, I'm just" The flag captain's cold sweat was like turning on a faucet.

"Sit down." With a simple word, the flag captain immediately slumped in his chair, as seven or eight muzzles of what were evidently not rifles or pistols but some kind of repeating weapon appeared from the windows and doorways, and a group of masked men in black overalls were heavily armed and occupied the perimeter of the house, and the men in the house had to work with a colander if the Mr. Eastwood gave a signal.

With a snap of his fingers, the guns disappeared from windows and doors. "They are the outer guards of our organization, and if we can agree, perhaps they will become instructors of your armed forces."

"But we don't have weapons." Hess muttered.

"You don't have weapons, you don't have loyal party members, you don't have leaders who can lead you, and most importantly, you don't have backing and money, right? Mr. District Leader. ”

"Yes, if Sitara was here, there might be a way, but now the Jews and Junkers don't mean to fund us."

"Of course they won't support you, you and they are people on two tracks." The Chinese said, "Now you have nothing, and if there is no accident, your party will come to an end." But I'm here to support you on behalf of our organization, and if we can agree on a lot of issues, maybe we'll consider helping you get the status of Germany's largest party. ”

"Please tell us about your conditions, hopefully they are consistent with our purpose." Hess put down his shelf, he understood that this Oriental, who had strong armed protection, was not alone, and that the organization behind him was probably very powerful, and this kind of backing was exactly what the Democratic Workers' Party lacked. As the highest-ranking party member in this area, it is certainly necessary for him to make the possibility of such cooperation a reality. You know, without the DPP, Hess is just a bum.

"We are a group of judges, I think you gentlemen may not have heard of this organization, but please believe that our organization is very powerful, and it can even be said that it can control the entire Chinese underground society in Europe and the United States." The young Chinese man said expressionlessly, "But obviously only underground, we can't get the territory under the sun, we need to have our own allies in Europe, and your Democratic Workers' Party happens to be our favorite partner." What you don't have, we have, money, weapons, training, and even some of the powers of the dark world, we can provide you, and you just need to give us the obligations we do as allies when you become a ruling party. ”

"But our..." sounds like beautiful conditions, but Hess is not stupid, he knows that this Chinese is looking for a puppet party, but what does it matter? For a party that is about to fall, this is already the best condition, being a puppet means survival, what more can you ask for?

Ulrich? Graff occupied an unobtrusive position, and no one paid attention to him. "I don't agree, we are the party of the German working class and must not be a puppet of anyone, especially the yellow-skinned monkeys".

"In that case, I'm sorry." The young man made a startling gesture with his right hand, and pointed at Graff in the void, a strange smile on his face, which was later defined by Eichmann and Hess as the smile of the devil. "Sir, the time when you can ignore China and insult the Chinese is over, so I can't accept your words. May God forgive you, sir. ”

"Damn" As the young man named Eastwood put his finger to his mouth and blew on it, a cloud of blood erupted from Graff's head, and a 7.6mm sniper bullet passed through the chamber and the narrow tube of the muffler, hitting the target in the head in the crowd. Hess watched as Graff fell to the ground beside him like a sack of potatoes, brains and blood splattered everywhere.

"I'm sorry, but gentlemen, I think Mr. Graff has paid the price for his inappropriate words, and we should forgive him for his rudeness. Let us continue with what we have just said, Mr. Hess, if I donate 500,000 marks to your party and help your party rescue your leader, Mr. Sitara, will we be able to agree on our alliance? Two black-clad warriors came in and dragged Graf's body out as if they were dragging a bag of fertilizer, and returned it by the way.

"Oh" Hess exchanged glances with Green, Eichmann, Ike and others, with the muzzle of the black hole on one side and the yellow Mark on the other, who could not know how to choose. Well, the unanimous vote was made to cooperate with the extra-party of the jury group.

"I am glad that you gentlemen have made the right choice and believe that this is a good start, both for the Democratic Workers' Party and for the Judges." Smiling Eastwood made everyone feel like a spring breeze, if there wasn't any trace of Mr. Graff's blood under his feet. "In addition, I personally admire your party's program, and I don't think your party will reject the application of a German Chinese who volunteered to join the party."

Hess smiled wryly, what else could they say, the first member of the Chinese-German Democratic Workers' Party was born. At this moment, the party leader, Sitara, is still in prison and does not yet know that the party's finance commissar has joined. After the failure of the uprising, Sitara was quickly captured by the German authorities and thrown into prison. Since the Chief Justice did not disagree with Sitara on the idea of 'nationalism', he was sentenced to only five years' imprisonment, but Sitara was released on bail after serving only four months' imprisonment and was not deported. During this short period of imprisonment, he also received preferential treatment from many sides. He was allowed special meals and lived in a single-room cell with two windows and plenty of sunlight. He was free to correspond, free to receive visiting relatives and friends, to receive garlands and congratulations from relatives and friends on his birthday, and to carry his secretary, to go for walks outside, and to do gymnastics. The only thing that made him unhappy was that he didn't have time to finish his book "The Struggle of Sitara".