On a hot summer day, without a hint of wind, the sparse street trees were no longer able to insulate themselves from the scorching sun, and they curled up their leaves to endure the fiery torture in silence, and there was a faint scorching smell of tar when it melted in the air.

Mexico City, another highland city, a beautiful and sprawling city that retains its laid-back and calm style under the scorching sun.

The streets of Mexico City are devoid of pedestrians on a summer day, especially on the hottest afternoons of the day, and no one wants to leave a cool building and run into a street that has been turned into an oven unless necessary.

The Coyocan district, southwest of Mexico City, is a secluded villa area where people generally live an enviable life of food and clothing, so the streets are quiet and serene on days like this.

However, this tranquility was soon shattered, and a brand-new Buick 40 slowly drove down the narrow boulevard, with spotless blue bodywork, dazzling chrome bumpers and wheel covers, showing off the owner's good financial situation.

The sedan stopped at the gate of a tall and splendid villa, and two attentive Mexican servants rushed forward to pull open the slightly pretentious iron gate of the decoration, and then humbly stood on the side of the road to welcome their master home.

The car didn't open the door, the driver opened the door and jumped out of the car, he stood by the door with his waist crossed, and shouted angrily at one of the servants, and the clean Spanish gushed out like a tidal wave.

"Gonzalez, I remember telling you on the phone that the exterior walls were going to be painted beige, and you see what they're doing right now!"

The driver asked, pointing to a few workers who were squatting on the scaffolding by the exterior wall and lazily brushing the wall with brushes.

"I've told them a long time ago, sir. Beige paint for the exterior ......"

The servant didn't seem to know why his master was angry, and he ran to his master in a panic to defend himself, but when he followed his master's finger, he immediately shut up.

"Is this beige? This is earthy yellow, are they not having a problem with their brains, who would want an earthy yellow façade, do they think this is the barracks of the French Foreign Legion. Look at the good things they have done, what kind of stupidity they have made my beautiful villa, how could I call such a bunch of fools. Gonzalez, why don't you watch them work, I told you you have to supervise these idiots or you're going to make mistakes, now you clean them up, I have to see a beige façade before dinner. ”

"I'll arrange for them to get back to work, boss, and I'll do it before dinner."

The servant nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Remember, Gonzalez, before dinner."

The young owner angrily sat back in the driver's seat, slammed the door shut, and started the car and drove into the villa.

Gonzalez watched the car drive into the villa, shaking his head and turning to look across the street.

This narrow street is lined with old-fashioned Spanish-style villas, and unlike the others, the villa opposite looks like a military fortress.

The beige fence outside was unusually tall, the paint showed that the upper half had been recently added, and the top of the wall was topped with hideous barbed wire.

Iron railings are installed on the elegant windowsills of the small buildings facing the street, and the closed windows are inlaid with steel plates. Standing by a darkened iron gate by the fence stood two well-dressed Mexican scrutines, who were now looking curiously at this direction.

"Americans."

Gonzalez smiled wryly at each other and spread out his hands and shrugged his shoulders, and the two of them suddenly realized and shook their heads at Gonzalez sympathetically.

Parking the car in the garage, the owner walked into the villa through the side door next to the garage.

"Are you all here?"

After handing the car keys and top hat to the maid who came forward to greet him, the young master asked in a low voice.

"It's all here, they're all waiting for you in the lounge."

The pretty maid replied in a whisper.

"Very well, Lucia, are your bags ready, let's leave tonight."

"It's ready, sir." The maid smiled and agreed.

"Gentlemen, I've kept you waiting."

The young man walked into the lounge, a spacious room where more than thirty heavily armed men were now sitting or standing, all dressed in the tawny combat uniforms of the Mexican Army.

Seeing the young man walk in, the soldiers present all stood up and nodded respectfully to him.

The young man slowly glanced around the room and then spoke in a deep voice.

"The time for action has come, everything is going according to plan. I would like to solemnly remind you here that Your Excellency the Führer is very concerned about this operation and that we must succeed. You are all elites of the Reich, I believe in your abilities, I don't want to say anything more, for the Führer, for Germany. ”

"For the Führer, for Germany."

A low roar echoed through the room.

"Very well, now take your place according to your squad, and check your equipment one last time. Our opponents have already left their dwellings and will soon be here. It's time for you to show your strength, and I'm sure you won't let the Empire down. ”

The young man whispered.

"Understood, Major Verbey, we will tear them to shreds. For Germany, for the honor of the Eye of Odin. ”

A big man in the lead stepped forward and respectfully saluted a military salute, and the young man returned the salute neatly.

"I believe you, Captain Schneider, await my final orders when you take your seat. Remember, the action team has to be quick once the attack begins, and we cannot afford to fail. ”

"Don't worry, Major, it's our specialty."

The big man smiled and picked up the Thomson submachine gun hanging on the back of the chair, pulled out the drum and looked at it, and reinserted it and loaded it cleanly.

"Everyone double-checks their weapons, closes the safety, doesn't go off, and double-checks the ammunition and equipment they are carrying."

Schneider turned around and ordered his men.

"The first group followed me, the second group followed Lieutenant William, and the support group followed Sergeant Major Slater, and we got to work."

"Yes, sir."

"Finally, I would like to remind you that after attacking the villa, pay attention to identifying the target and do not fire casually. Remember, our task is to put Lev. The Trotskys and his assistants were brought to Europe intact and handed over to the Führer, and before that time we had to ensure the personal safety of the target. And our Russian opponents, if it is possible, try to catch them alive. You've memorized the appearance of your target, except for the primary and secondary targets, everyone else will be killed, and there can be no witnesses left behind in this operation, understand? ”

"Understood, sir."

The German commandos replied loudly.

"Very well, everyone in place, waiting for my orders."

"Yes, sir."

The soldiers picked up their weapons and equipment and followed their commanders out of the lounge.