At the beginning of summer, the weather in Berlin is a little hot.

In a small and inconspicuous shop on the corner of Berlin's Kudamstrasse, the owner is sitting behind the counter, bored looking through a magazine, as if he cares no about business.

That's right, it's so hot, how many people will go out shopping in the sun?

"Hello, do you sell wooden combs here?" A man wearing a hat and a mask walked in and asked the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper raised his head irritably, and originally wanted to say that he would not sell and send people away, but he seemed to suddenly remember something, and he hesitated and said, "Sell, we have peach wood, do you want it?" ”

"Peachy?" The visitor smiled, "I don't want a peach wood, I can give me horns." ”

"We don't have horns, you see, there are a handful of sandalwood." The shopkeeper said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, as if he was nervous, "If you want, I'll take you to the warehouse at the back." ”

"Sandalwood? That's fine, let's go. The visitor nodded.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he hurried to the door of the store, closed the door, and with a trembling hand, turned the sign "Temporarily Closed" into "Temporarily closed", and then he ran back and led the visitor to the room at the back of the store.

"Thorn, Mr. Stinger?" The shopkeeper asked the mysterious man tentatively.

"Yes, it's me." The mysterious "stinging snake" took off his hat and mask, revealing his true face.

When the shopkeeper saw the visitor, his eyes widened, and he said incredulously: "Why, how is it possible! How could it be you! ”

"Why can't it be me?" The stinging snake asked with a smile.

"When did we have the ability to plant a spy of your calibre in Germany?" The shopkeeper asked incredulously.

"That's not what you should be concerned about." The stinging snake said lightly.

Only then did the shopkeeper realize that he had gone too far, and one of the major rules of their intelligence officers was not to know the bottom of other intelligence officers, otherwise one of them could be caught.

"What order has been issued in the country, Mr. Stinger? Need to use you? The shopkeeper asked.

"You don't have to know the specific orders, you just need to prepare enough manpower for me." Stinging Snake said.

"How many people? What are the requirements? ”

"The requirements must be male, proficient in shooting, and everyone wears an SS uniform. The number of people, at least 15, no cap. ”

"Understood, when are you coming to bring someone?"

"I'm not here to bring people, you arrange for them to go directly to Kiel, they have to arrive by next Thursday, someone there will arrange for them." The stinging snake said and put on his hat and mask, and walked out the door, "After the mission is over, the above will arrange for you to return to China directly, you have seen my face, you can no longer continue to work." ”

The shopkeeper was overjoyed when he heard this, this goddamn undercover career was finally over, he thought.

Seven days later, the German shipyard in Kieldeutsch.

Today's Deutsche Shipyard is full of lights, and the workers get up early to decorate a huge ship in the dry dock, the aircraft carrier Count Zeppelin, with bunting and bouquets.

Yes, today the day of the first German aircraft carrier "Daijo", it was built by and large, and the rest of the work did not need to be carried out in dry dock.

Leon arrived at Kiel two days early with Sophia, under the tight protection of the SS.

They didn't just come to watch the ceremony, according to tradition, a lady would throw a bottle of champagne at the bow of the ship when it was launched, and if the champagne was smashed in one go, the new ship would have a smooth sail for the rest of the voyage, which was called the "bottle throwing".

And the execution of the "bottle throw" of the aircraft carrier Count Zeppelin was Sophia, the wife of the German president.

At 9:30 a.m., Lyon arrived at the viewing platform with Sophia, and at 10 o'clock sharp, Sophia would leave Lyon and go to the bow of the Count Zeppelin to throw a bottle.

With 30 minutes to go before 10 o'clock, Lyon and Sophia sat on the viewing platform and chatted, while the surrounding SS soldiers ensured safety at the scene of meticulous inspection.

The bell rang at 10 o'clock sharp, and beautiful flowers bloomed in the air.

After introducing the Count Zeppelin, the host who presided over the launching ceremony motioned to Sophia to perform the "bottle throwing ceremony".

Sophia kissed Leon, then stood up with a smile and walked to the bow of the boat.

The host handed Sophia a bottle of champagne and motioned for her to start tossing. Sophia held the champagne and threw it hard at the bow of the boat.

"Bump." The champagne smashed smoothly on the bow of the boat, and Sophia smiled happily, proudly looking back to "ask for credit" from Lyon.

But she saw something that frightened her—a man in an SS uniform standing behind Lyons quickly drew his pistol from his waist and shot Lyon in the back before the others could react.

"Phew!" The sudden sound of gunfire echoed in the sky, and Leon fell to the ground.

"No!" Sophia screamed hoarsely, then fainted to the ground.

Standing beside Leon was Ludwig, who was the first to react, and he did not give the Assassin a second shot after the first shot.

Ludwig pounced, raised the muzzle of the Assassin's gun, quickly unloaded the pistol's magazine, and fired a shot into the air, knocking out a bullet from the chamber and finally kicking the Assassin in the knee with a 90-degree kick in one of his legs.

This set of actions Ludwig did smoothly, and the whole process took only three seconds.

After the Assassin lost his mobility, Ludwig crouched down and began to examine Leon's injuries.

"Phew! Bang! The sound of bean-like gunfire continued to ring out all around, and there were more than one Assassin, who were frantically shooting at the surrounding SS troops, trying to rush over and make up for a few more shots on Leon.

But Ludwig didn't need to worry about this anymore, because this time he brought with him the SS had the Alpha squad.

Except for the other squads of the "Ghost", there is no small force in this world that can pose a threat to the Alpha squad in a defensive posture.

Leon, who fell to the ground, kept vomiting blood as he breathed, and the muzzle of the gun behind his back kept spurting blood outward.

The lungs were punctured! Ludwig quickly came to a conclusion, and then shouted: "Doctor! Doctor! The Führer's lungs were punctured! A hemostatic needle is needed! Damn, hurry up! ”

The SS medic was dodging bullets while rushing towards Lyon, and when he heard Ludwig's urging, he gritted his teeth and ran towards Lyon with his head down, ignoring the bullets flying around him.

And when the SS saw that the Medic was running towards Lyon despite the bullets, they all stood up and used their bodies to draw fire for the Medic.

Under the cover of the SS people, the doctor finally managed to reach Leon's side, pulled out a hemostatic needle from the medical kit, and plunged it into the flesh around the muzzle of Leon's back.

Under the effect of the hemostatic needle, part of the blood that Leon was originally spraying outward was suppressed, and the military doctor took out another towel, pressed the wound, and said to Ludwig: "Sir! We have to get the Führer to the hospital as soon as possible, otherwise the Führer won't last long if it goes on like this! ”