Living conditions at overseas bases are usually slightly worse than those at home, and many supplies cannot be supplied locally, so that they take up a lot of logistical capacity.

However, the conditions at the 406 base are better than the new ones in the northern Netherlands, where supplies can be flown directly from the country, the midday reception is extravagant, and Werler even tastes sturgeon caviar, which was imported from the Soviet Union just last month.

The meal clearly exceeded the food standards set by the German army, but Weierle would not accuse the base commander of being too extravagant, nor would he ask the other party how to repay the account.

There is also a normal need for entertainment among senior officers, as long as they don't go too far, no one will make a fuss about it, after all, this issue is too sensitive, and if you are not careful, you will erect a bunch of mortal enemies.

A group of base officers dined at the same table, which frustrated Werler's plans to have an in-depth conversation with Wolfstein during the dinner, as some of the things were not suitable for public discussion. So when the meal was over, Verrle politely declined the invitation of the base commander to go to the smoking room to enjoy a cigar, and instead asked for a quiet lounge.

"Sit down, Major Wolfstein." Weierle took off his military hat and rested it on the coffee table in front of the sofa, then picked up the crystal wine bottle on the side of the moving wine cabinet, pulled out the cork and smelled it.

"Yes, General." The Gestapo major sat down on the sofa opposite.

"I read the report you handed in last week, how is the work going?" Wehrle poured some wine into a glass and pushed it in front of the other.

"Thank you very much, General." Wolfstein looked flattered and hurriedly reached out to hold the jar.

"Which part do you want to know?" The Gestapo asked.

"Let's talk about the sabotage first." Wehrle took another glass from the wine cabinet and poured himself half a glass of brandy.

"This organization is much larger than we initially expected, General." Wolfstein took the briefcase he had brought with him, took out a stack of papers from it and placed it on the table.

"And the membership is very complex, we thought it was all leftists, but then we found out that this was not the case, and some of them were just ordinary people who were dissatisfied with Germany, and they even absorbed a lot of anarchists and Liberals." The Gestapo flipped through a page of documents and placed a few photographs in front of Wehrle: "These are the leaders, these two are Danes, the other two are Norwegians, and this one is Dutch, and in the last two months alone, they have organized dozens of sabotage against German installations." ”

"Someone is behind all this, and these activities are not organized by a few people." Wehrle pulled a cigarette out of the case and tapped the picture lightly.

"We believe that Soviet intelligence is supporting them, and two days ago we thwarted a sabotage in Copenhagen, and as usual, the saboteurs were carrying German-made weapons, but this time there was a Luger pistol that forgot to file the production number on the bolt, and guess who the original owner was."

"Another arms we sold to the Soviet Union?" Wehrle took the photograph of the pistol that was handed over.

"Yes, General, it was loaded from Hamburg two months ago and the destination was Riga, Latvia." Wolfstein replied.

Is it possible that these people have touched the "gods"? Wehrle threw the picture on the coffee table, pulled out a lighter, and lit a cigarette.

"I'm absolutely sure that they didn't know about the existence of the "gods" project, and what happened last time was just a mistake. Wolfstein replied with a nod. Wierle leaned back: "I've read the investigation report, and you think it was just an accident. ”

"It was a complete accident, they just chose a German vehicle at random, and until the moment of the attack, they thought the tanker was loaded with aviation fuel." Wolfstein tilted his head and pulled out two documents from the pile of papers.

"This is the confession of the prisoner who was captured at the scene of the attack, this is the confession of the mastermind of that operation, and it took us a full two weeks to catch this bastard while he was preparing to board a passenger ship bound for Sweden." The Gestapo seemed to remember something, and a sinister sneer appeared on his face.

"This idiot almost cost us half a ton of water, which is almost eight months of production from Northic Hydro, and if they get their way, do you know what it means?" Wehrle asked, frowning.

"Significant losses of imperial property ... Checkmate? Wolfstein hesitated.

"It's time, Wolfstein, precious time." Wehrle slammed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"These people will pay for their stupidity, and this organization must be eradicated immediately, and all the arrested prisoners must be sent to Germany for interrogation and screening."

"Waiting for orders at any time, Your Excellency." Walstein nodded.

The Gestapo was subordinate to the Reich General Security Bureau, and in theory Weirle could not give orders directly to the major, but had to go through some necessary procedures.

"How's the rest of the work going?" Wehrle took a sip of brandy from his glass.

"It's going well, we're doing everything we can to search for experts on the list, but because of the war, some people are hiding in the countryside, others have fled abroad, and the files of the local police station are missing, which makes it difficult to find them. However, we have gained a lot, and we have found thirty-nine people, as well as a large number of hidden materials and materials. Wolfstein reported.

"You have to speed up, Major, if you feel that you don't have enough manpower, you can transfer some more people from the country, as long as it helps to complete the task, you can make any reasonable requests to your superiors." Wehrle put down his glass and picked up a document.

"General, at present, I am not short of manpower, what I lack is the technical personnel of the physics profession, my people are all good at tracking and chasing, but they can't distinguish the difference between ordinary ledgers and technical data, which increases the workload of many personnel out of thin air, and also wastes a lot of valuable time." Wolfstein reported.

"It's a mistake, you're going to get the technicians you need, but only after I go to Copenhagen. What's next for you? Major. Weirle dusted his cuffs.

"I'm going to drive to Aalborg overnight." Wolfstein replied.

Werler stood up and said to the Gestapo major with a smile: "Now it seems that your itinerary is about to change, and I need you to go with me to Copenhagen and then make a detailed report in front of the Führer." ”

"Wait a minute, General, I heard you right, you're talking about the Führer?" Wolfstein bounced off the couch.

"You're fine, Major Wolfstein, but don't worry, I'll give you plenty of time to prepare for this report." Weierle laughed: "The Führer is still in Dolun, the Netherlands, and he will arrive in Copenhagen tomorrow afternoon, and I am afraid that I will have to wait until the day after tomorrow to receive you." ”

"The Führer went to Toron? Wait, is it—" Wolfstein suddenly thought of something, and his eyes widened suddenly.

"Looks like you've thought of it, Major." Werler picked up his military hat and put it on his head, and a cold light flashed in his monochrome lens: "Exiled Caesar, our former allegiance to the Emperor, His Majesty Wilhelm II." ”

PS: Thank you for your understanding, the state is recovering, and the author will continue to work hard.