"Let's go? Where are you going? Two of you? As soon as Alexander's words fell, a person walked out of the shadows not far away, "It's rare for two of you to come to our SS headquarters once, why didn't I have time to 'entertain' the two of you, and the two of you wanted to leave?" ”

"Ludwig ......" watched the man in the shadows reveal his true face under the street lamp, and Alexander's body suddenly trembled like a chaff sieve.

"Huh? You still know my name. Ludwig sneered, "Why don't you call me a lackey of the Führer?" ”

"I ...... I ......" Alexander's face turned pale.

"Let's go, come in and sit down with me." Ludwig made a gentlemanly gesture, "I think the SS headquarters will make a good impression on you." ”

"You...... What do you want? Alexander recovered a little from the shock and fear at first, and he suddenly remembered someone behind him, "Do you know who is behind me?" Do you know who's behind me?! ”

"Maybe you know, maybe you don't." Ludwig shrugged his shoulders, "It's enough for me to know who is standing behind me." ”

"You...... Do you think you can do whatever you want with Lyon's backing? Alexander roared inwardly, "Half of Germany's armed forces are funded by that gentleman, even Lyon has to give him three points!" ”

"yes." Ludwig sighed, "Even if it's the Führer, maybe he has to give him three points......"

"Haha." Alexander laughed, "Scared, aren't you? Why don't you take me to the train station? If I can't catch the train back to Frankfurt......"

"Huh...... Sending you back? Ludwig sneered, "You're afraid you're living in a dream." ”

"You ......," Alexander pointed to Ludwig.

"What are you?" Ludwig slapped Alexander's hand away, "Indeed, the Führer had to give Mr. Wittgenstein three thin faces, that's right." But I'm afraid you're mistaken-—— is your surname Wittgenstein? ”

"No ......"

"Why should I give you face if I don't have a surname?" Ludwig said impatiently, "Why should I waste time with you here?" Soldier! Invite the two of you in for tea! ”

"I'll fight with you!" Alexander gritted his teeth and pulled out a Sauer M38H pistol produced by Sig Sauer from the inside of his coat.

He knows exactly what he's going to face when he comes here today.

"Phew!" A gunshot rang out, but unfortunately it was not the 7.65mm bullet of the Sauer M38H that made the movement, but a standard 7.92mm Mauser rifle round, a Mauser 98Ge-S sniper rifle from the shadows.

"Ahh Alexander clutched his right hand and let out a scream.

Oh, to be precise, it can't be called a right hand, because the palm of his entire right hand is only a layer of skin that is still attached to the wrist.

"Oh, it's sad." Ludwig turned, smiled and walked up to Alexander, and said sympathetically to Alexander's right hand, "Poor right hand left his master...... But don't worry, the rest of your master's body will soon come to accompany you, after all, the Führer said that he doesn't want to see your master in this world in its entirety......"

"Spare ...... Spare my wife...... Alexander begged in a cold sweat of pain, but still begged with all his might, "and my family...... My daughter...... Let them go, I'm begging you......"

"Oh!" Ludwig patted his head, "I almost forgot to tell you that the local SS in Frankfurt has gone to look for your family...... I'm sorry you begged me to be late......"

"You beasts!" Alexander roared, "I'm the one who made the mistake, why drag them in?!" ”

"I didn't say what I wanted to do with them." Ludwig patted Alexander on the shoulder, "Don't worry, although people call us demons - and that's true - but demons also have a devil's bottom line. ”

"What about my wife?"

"Well, what about your wife......" Ludwig thought for a moment, then picked up the Sauer M38H from the ground, "I have to say sorry, no way, your wife knows too much, it's a hidden danger to keep it......"

With that, Ludwig checked the pistol, then walked over to Manina, who had been frozen in place, pointed the pistol at her temple, and pulled the trigger.

With the sound of gunshots and heavy objects falling to the ground, Alexander closed his eyes in pain, and two lines of hot tears slid down his face to the ground.

He finally understood what it meant to regret not being at the beginning.

"God will punish you demons." He said, "And the Führer, God will punish him!" ”

"Perhaps." Ludwig wiped the blood from his body, then pocketed the Sauer pistol, which was entirely decorated with ivory and gold, "But until then, our demons will teach you what it means to betray." Please, Mr. Alexander. ”

At the same time that Ludwig was smiling and leading Alexander into the SS headquarters, a bloody campaign was unfolding in all parts of Germany, where SS soldiers rudely stormed into luxurious manors and villas, pulled a prominent figure out of their warm bedding, and forced them to sign the agreement on the transfer of assets, ending their lives in their angry shouts or pleadings.

No mercy.

Once again, the German SS showed the world what black terror was.

The next morning, the smell of blood was in the air all over Germany.

Ordinary people may not be aware of this, for them what happened last night is nothing more than the news of the transfer of assets of such and such a company on the first page of the newspaper.

But the higher echelons were all afraid that the SS would break open their doors in the middle of the night.

Lyon, in a bloody but efficient way, once again brought Germany together to a high degree, and at the same time reminded many people of why he became the Führer and why Germany rose again.

Somewhere on the outskirts of Berlin.

"Ugh." Wittgenstein looked at the SS soldiers in front of him and a box of "gifts" from Lyon, and sighed helplessly, "Please go back and tell the Führer that the Wittgenstein family will follow him firmly......"

"Okay, gladly." Alfred Krupp, dressed in a straight SS colonel uniform, bowed with a smile, "Do you keep these gifts for yourself or ......?"

Wittgenstein glanced at the box of human hands, closed his eyes in pain, and said, "Take it away, this gift is not suitable for my old man......"

"Understood." Alfred bowed again, then motioned to the soldiers to carry the box away, and said, "On behalf of the SS, I once again express my sincerest thanks to you for contributing 50 million Reichsmarks to the SS to arm more troops. ”

Wittgenstein smiled wryly.

"That's it, goodbye, Mr. Wittgenstein."

After seeing Alfred leave the manor with a group of soldiers, a young Wittgenstein walked up to the parents and said coldly: "Parents, Leon has bullied us like this, should we turn against his mother?" ”

"Again?" Wittgenstein smiled wryly again, perhaps more wryly today than he had done before, "By what?" The more than 2,000 dead soldiers we secretly trained? Or is it the group of officers who secretly wooed us in the army, but now immediately dissociated themselves from us? I bet that in this area where our estate is located, there is definitely more than one SS division guarding it, so what do we rely on? ”

"Leon is a great guy." Wittgenstein's parents seemed to be 10 years older in an instant, even though he was old enough that "maybe he could really integrate Europe......