Putting aside the German Führer's maneuvering here, let's turn back to Cairo, the capital of Egypt, where the events began.

Lieutenant Colonel Randolph knew long before he set out that he was not a material for archaeology at all. Upper and lower Egypt, old and new dynasties, Randolph had no idea of any of these things.

He knew the story of the Babylonian captivity, which is recorded in the Bible, but it was Himmler, the national leader of the SS, who really told him the story, and Randolph remembered it very well, because Himmler often giggled inexplicably halfway through the story.

"Don't bother me with that little thing, and ask Dr. Taylor, who is an expert on Egyptian history, and I can just sign the report." Randolph sat by the campfire in the courtyard and flipped the barbecue fork in his hand.

"You seem to be quite laid-back, this smell smells like lamb?" Captain Horn's voice rang out behind him.

"It tastes the same, but this skewer of meat is mine, and I won't give you a piece." Randolph turned his head and glanced at Horn.

"You're a stinger, Hilde." Horn took two skewers of raw meat from the iron plate on the table, and then walked over to Randolph with a folding matza.

"Didn't you go out to dinner with that Miss Bloom? Why did you come back and grab my dinner? Randolph flipped the kebab over, squeaky fat dripping onto the red-hot wood, and the unique smell of lamb filled the air.

"Her relative was found in the desert and had just been sent back to Cairo, and she was now in a hurry to visit him in the hospital." Horn stuck the skewers on the wooden grill and pulled out a bottle of pale beer from the nearby ice bucket.

"Why didn't you go with her?" Randolph picked up his military water glass, raised his head and took a big sip.

"I do want to go, but Liz doesn't agree, maybe she doesn't want her family to find out about our relationship too soon." Captain Horn refilled Randolph's glasses, then re-corked the beer bottle and snapped the wire buckle.

"Yes, after all, you are a German Army officer." Randolph patted Randolph on the shoulder.

We reclocked five days earlier, and after getting out of the airport, Miss Brown and her friend traveled to downtown Cairo in an SS limousine, only to find that the house had been left by the relative, and it was long since it was empty. The German officers volunteered to ask their neighbors, only to get a bunch of frightened and blank looks.

Eventually, the SS captured an inflexible Egyptian policeman and learned that a French archaeological team had indeed been stationed there, but the Frenchmen had left the site early one morning two days earlier and had not returned since.

The French left a lot of luggage, equipment and equipment in the house, and it seems that they will not be gone forever. Just because the French have already paid the landlord half a year's rent in advance, the landlord will be responsible for keeping these items until this rent is due.

Egyptians see a lot of foreign archaeological teams who want to go to this land to find monuments, these greedy and crazy guys, either in pursuit of wealth or fame, once they find important tombs or ancient ruins, they often soak in the desert for a week or two in a row, so no one will call the police for the tenant to disappear for a few days, because this is a common thing in Egypt.

The Germans then let go of the overweight Egyptian patrolman and kindly gave him a small tip, reminding him that he needed to lose weight, otherwise he would not be able to outrun the robbers.

Unable to find the relative, Brown and Miss Dewar lost their foothold in Egypt, and at the repeated invitations of Krieger and Horn, they followed the Germans to the SS station. Krieger and Horn don't know how much rhetoric it took to get the two French beauties to agree to stay here for the time being until Miss Blonn's relative returned.

The SS itself was rich in money, not to mention the pleasure-loving Randolph, and the SS headquarters specially commissioned the German Embassy in Cairo to charter an entire high-end hotel in the center of Cairo to receive the Führer's trusted personal aide-de-camp.

As a result, Randolph and the group of bag-burning flag guards spent only one night decorating this beautiful Victorian-style hotel like Hitler's wolf's den.

I could only see a row of black eagle banners on a red background flying in the wind on the front wall, the bright red swastika flag on the top of the flagpole on the porch waving in the wind, a bunker with sandbags by the gate, and an SS sentry in a black steel helmet standing with his chest upright, holding a brand-new MG40 machine gun in his hand, and the golden bullet belt shimmered dazzlingly in the sun.

It was obvious that the German SS did not pay attention to the local British garrison at all, so some of the forces hiding in the shadows began to become excited, and they expected to see the British side react to this, preferably a fierce conflict between the two sides, but the end result was a great disappointment to these people, and the British garrison completely resigned itself to these arrogant behavior of the Germans, and seemed to take it to no attention at all.

It does not seem that the rumors of an alliance between Germany and Great Britain are not a shadow of a chase, because in the usual style of the British, they would never tolerate such a thing on their own turf.

This discovery led some in Cairo to intensify their activities, while others chose to lie dormant again, and in the eyes of the latter, challenging the weakening British Empire was already an adventure, and if the opponent added the mighty Third Reich, it would be no different from suicide.

Randolph had no idea of the dark tide surging beneath the surface of Cairo's waters, and he still had the task given to him by the Führer to be completed, of course, before he could play the detective and unearth the truth about the distress of Horn and Krieger.

When Randolph was training in the SS, he learned some rudimentary investigative techniques, but that's all, he would investigate what cases he would look into, this SS lieutenant colonel was not some schoolboy with glasses after all, he had no talent for this at all. (Randolph: Colonel, do you know Conan?) Dogen: Of course I know, Barbarian King, do you want to see him, eat my Teutonic sword first! (╬ ̄dish ̄)convex)

The British Sir Fay offered to cooperate fully, but Randolph spent half a day, but the investigation did not progress, and he lacked knowledgeable investigators.

If you ask these officers and men of the guard flag team how to fight a close battle, then each of these people is an expert, but if you ask them how to investigate the case, it is not as effective as a gendarme.

Randolph could only send a report to the Führer's headquarters about what had happened to him and what he was currently holding, and finally asked for the help of the Eye of Odin, so that they could send some professionals to Egypt to assist in the investigation, and if they could, it would be better to bring in more Gestapo.

The reply to the telegram was Kirsten, who told Randolph not to worry, there were agents of the Eye of Odin in Cairo, and there was no need to transfer people from the Berlin headquarters at all. As for the Gestapo he wanted, it happened that a team of experts from the General Directorate of National Security was in Sicily, Italy, and she had already given the order to the Sicilian side, and Randolph would be able to see them in Cairo in about six hours.

Colonel Kirsten's calculations were so accurate that in the evening of the same day, Randolph received the experts from Italy at the Cairo airport.

The leader of the group was an SS major, dressed in a new tropical uniform of sand yellow, with a tropical helmet of the same color on his head, and a black and shiny cane in his hand.

"Hey! Heinhardt! The Major handed his staff to his left hand, raised his right arm and saluted.

"Hey! Reinhart! All the Germans present cheered in unison, and the tarmac was brushed with their arms raised.

"It's a pleasure to meet you here, I'm Hilde. Lieutenant Colonel Randolph. Randolph held out his hand to the Major.

"Major William. Jürgen, the Reich Security Bureau, has heard of you for a long time, Lieutenant Colonel Randolph, and it is an honor for me and my subordinates to work with a hero like you. Jürgen took Randolph's hand and bowed respectfully.

"You've heard of me?"

"Of course, there are a lot of stories about you circulating in the General Security Bureau."

"This is not the place to talk, let's get in the car first, Major Jürgen, you and I are in a car, and we can have a good talk on the road." Randolph happily led Jürgen to the side of the car.

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