Dietretz and Merkel were front-line agents of the General Security Service, and received special training at the SS school, such as proficiency in hand-to-hand combat and the use of conventional firearms. They are special police, not the military, but they have more opportunities than the military to engage their opponents.

Master Major Merkel is a sharpshooter, and those who know him believe that if he served in the Army, he would definitely be able to acquire a first-class marksmanship. Captain Dietretz was also a skilled man, having been obsessed with "French kicking" as a young man, and then studied fencing and boxing at university, as well as excelling in riding.

Infiltration and investigation are the special police's strength, but in a foreign country, they cannot act recklessly, because the slightest mistake could alert the other party and ultimately lead to the failure of the arrest operation.

The two agents have been working together for many years, with Captain Dietretz in charge of reconnaissance in close proximity and Merkel providing fire support to the captain in the rear.

As he approached his target, Dietretz disguised himself in advance, taking off his black uniform shirt and replacing it with a gray Arabic burqa, with a black turban wrapped around his head to cover most of his face.

This costume was prepared for them by the Cairo intelligence station, and it is common in the canal area and does not attract too much attention.

Dietretz carried only a PP police pistol, fitted with a silencer. (Gun silencers were invented before World War I, and by World War II they were no longer high-tech, and had long been used by agents and spies of various countries.) The silencer in Dietretz's hand was made by the British Military Intelligence Agency, and the silence effect is quite good, the muzzle noise of the PP pistol is reduced to eighty decibels, it sounds like an ordinary small firecracker or a clapp, if you shoot outdoors, it is difficult for the people in the room to tell that it is a gunshot, if you shoot better in a closed room, there is almost no sound outside.

Ali's sketch was a little rougher, but as he said, the house where the target was located was very conspicuous. It is a very ordinary Egyptian village, with a dirt road running from the road and running through the village like a vein. Hudson's courtyard faced the road, with three or four houses in between, and Dietretz could see at a glance the chalk-painted walls outside the courtyard and the flagpole erected high on the second-floor platform.

The SS captain walked slowly along the dirt road, and soon found a large area of fresh blood on the side of the road, which was covered with some sand, but it was too large to be completely covered. It seems that this is where Ahmed was killed, and Dietretz began to raise his alert, his right hand tucked into the sleeve of his spacious robe, and quietly opened the safety of the PP pistol.

"Sure enough, there is a dark whistle." Out of the corner of his eye, Dietretz glanced at the roof of a bungalow on the left, where a man with a turban crouched.

This would explain why the two of them appeared behind them when they came to the front of the house, and they set up a cordon around the courtyard.

"It's a bit hard to do now." Dietretz walked to the edge of the compound and did not stop, but continued slowly along the dirt road. He could feel a gaze behind him staring at him, observing his every move, and at this time he must not show the slightest flaw, otherwise not only might he alarm the target, but his life would also be in danger. Ali had said that the other man had a bullet belt on his body, which of course could not have been used for decoration, and Dietretz judged that the men must have guns in their hands.

The British began selling old army weapons to the Middle East from the Victorian era, and this business reached its peak during World War I, when the British armed the local Arabs at all costs and used them against Germany's allies at the time, the Ottoman Turks.

Therefore, there are a large number of standard ordnance scattered in the Middle East, most of which are products before and after World War I, the most common being the Lee Enfeld MK1 and the German Mauser 98 rifle. This was a bit embarrassing for the British, who were more interested in German goods, and even shoddy imitations from local private workshops were branded with the Mauser company badge in order to catch up with fashion.

Dietretz had gotten the information he wanted, and he didn't want to get shot in this place. The SS lieutenant walked a little further, feeling his gaze shift behind him, he let out a sigh of relief and quietly closed the safety pin of his pistol. Dietretz walked around the side of the village from the other end of the village, then spread his legs and sped toward the road.

"Did you find anything? Captain. At the agreed rendezvous point, Merkel pulled out a military kettle and handed it to the panting captain.

"The target should still be inside, otherwise they won't be on alert, and I have a feeling that they are probably preparing to evacuate, and it won't take longer than tonight." Dietretz unscrewed the lid of the kettle, tilted his head and took a long sip of water.

"I found three outposts, at least one of whom was armed with a rifle." Merkel took the kettle from Dietretz, screwed it on, and hung it back on her waist.

When Dietretz entered the village to investigate, Merkel climbed onto the roof of a house at the entrance of the village, hid behind a pile of debris, and carried a 98K rifle equipped with a quadruple scope, monitoring the captain's surroundings.

As the captain progressed, the outposts hiding around gradually revealed their figures, and it seemed that these people had no military training, but only relied on the experience they had gained in the desert. In total, Merkel spotted three suspicious targets, one of whom was armed with a Lee Enfield rifle.

"The second-floor window of the target building can see someone moving inside, I wonder if it's the same Henderson." Merkel took the captain's robe and Turkish hat and handed over the other party's uniform.

"We just need to hold the entrance to the village now, behind which is a swamp, and if they want to retreat, they have to take the road." Captain Dietretz buttoned up his uniform and took his MP40 submachine gun from the sergeant major.

"The team should be almost there, I'll pick them up on the side of the road, you stay here, and if you find anything unusual, shoot them, and everyone but Hudson can shoot them on the spot." Dietretz slung the submachine gun over his shoulder and put back on his large-brimmed military hat.

"No problem, Captain." Merkel held his sniper rifle and saluted happily.

Dietretz hurried to the side of the road, found a hiding place behind the bushes, and began a long squat, which was actually only a few minutes, but in the present situation, Captain Dietretz was simply like a year, and every minute of delay could cause the situation to change, and once this operation failed, it would be difficult to remedy it.

The highway leads to the resort on the shores of the Great Bitter Lake, which is usually busy, but now that most of the day has passed, there is not a single car in sight. Dietretz was a little anxious, and he began to think about whether it was time to go back to the Mercedes and send another telegram to the action team.

Just as the captain hesitated, the roar of the engine was heard in the distance of the road, and Dietretz hurriedly picked up the binoculars, only to see an English bulldog truck with a canvas canopy speeding away, and the dust rolled up from the rear of the car was like a yellow-brown dragon.

Emerging from the hidden bushes, Dietretz hurried to the middle of the road, holding the submachine gun on his chest with one hand and extending the other flat forward, making a stop gesture.

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