"Yes! Sir! I'll do it myself! I will complete your request as soon as possible...... Be! There are absolutely no surprises! A middle-aged man in an SS uniform in an SS uniform promised into the phone at the SS branch in Bavaria. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hanging up the phone, he immediately opened the drawer and pulled out a beautiful Luger pistol from it.

Then he adjusted his uniform and tucked the pistol into the leather holster that hung from his belt.

Then, he stretched out his fingers and twisted the collar twice to make his neck more comfortable.

"Hans! Get your people together in no time! Bring weapons! In the eyes of the middle-aged officer, this was an unusual mission.

Just like the Jinyi Guard of the Ming Dynasty, just like the Son of Heaven's pro-army when the cavalry captured the criminals wanted by the imperial court, how many people dared to resist?

This time, dozens of SS soldiers were dispatched to arrest several prison workers, and of course they must have been captured.

Downstairs, the officer named Hans heard the shouts of his commander and immediately ordered the SS members on standby to assemble.

40 years of the SS, and the Waffen-SS are two different concepts. Although they are also paramilitary organizations and are issued with a large number of rifle and pistol weapons, they are not regular troops.

In many cases, there were actually many classifications within the SS that were criticized by later generations.

Those who fought on the front line were called Waffen-SS, and their equipment was the same as that of the Wehrmacht, and they were brave in battle but had average skills and tactics, which was a classic image of World War II in the eyes of many uniforms.

Other SS units, or quasi-SS troops, were more highly armed, guarded the concentration camps, and were responsible for dealing with Jews, the "original sin" of Germany throughout World War II, and their reputation was rotten to the extreme.

Of course, the rest of the SS had a complicated identity: they were Nazi members, obedient to the state's arrangement, minions of the Führer, and engaged in similar but partly illegal acts to the police.

Now, these paramilitary members of the Bavarian SS branch are going to do some "illegal things".

Catching a little-known man was as easy and commonplace for the SS as it was to have a meal at noon.

The local police would not have much trouble either, because nominally they also belonged to the SS and were under the jurisdiction of Heydrich.

"Sir! The manpower has been arranged! Thirty members, twenty pistols and ten Mauser 98Ks. Hans got ready and reported to the middle-aged officer's office.

"The mission of our operation this time was to find the responsible persons and paper records of the Führer who was held in the Bavarian regional prison." The middle-aged officer took the lead as he walked out of the office and said the task.

As soon as he stepped out of the office door, the phone in the room suddenly rang again.

"Hell, what's going on today." The middle-aged officer grumbled, glanced at Hans, and reluctantly returned to his desk.

"Hello, this is the Bavarian SS division...... What the? He grabbed the phone and frowned after saying a few words.

The person on the other side of the phone, claiming to be the office of the Führer's Guard, although his official rank is not large, his status is very oppressive.

The other party claimed to be called Mi Shi, and he was the personal guard of the Führer.

There has never been a precedent for what order the Führer's Guards office gave to the SS divisions. The middle-aged officer was very puzzled, he felt that the other party must have made the wrong call.

"Mr. Misch, although I have no doubts about your identity, according to the rules and conventions, your task is ...... What the? The Führer's task? The more the middle-aged officer listened, the more confused he became.

The other party obviously couldn't convince him, and only left a sentence asking him to wait for a few minutes, and then hung up the phone.

The middle-aged officer stood at his desk, stupidly waiting. It wasn't until he was about to run out of patience that the phone rang again.

When he grabbed the receiver, it was the operator's voice: "Please pay attention to the way you speak and the tone of your voice, the call is from the Führer's office." ”

Before he could be surprised, the phone was connected, and the special voice of the Führer came from inside: "Hey? It's ...... me."

"Victory! Monarch! It only took a moment, involuntarily, for the commander of this branch to bring his legs together.

His gaze was focused on the portrait of the Führer hanging on the wall, the man with the mustache: "Medium, good afternoon, Führer!" ”

"Listen! There were some people in the SS who tried to betray me! Just like what Rohm did back then! Himmler was deceived by his men and made a wrong judgment! Li Le said coldly on the other end of the phone.

Then he asked a question that one would know how to answer without thinking: "So, what do you choose as the head of the Bavarian branch?" ”

"My Führer! Loyalty to you is the oath of all SS members! The middle-aged officer hurriedly replied.

"Excellent! Listen to my commands...... Directly execute the doctor Josef Stein Brin who worked in the Bavarian state prison! Destroy all the records he forged! Complete the mission at all costs! "On the phone, the fake Führer issued a very straightforward order.

"Yes! My Führer! I'll do it myself! The middle-aged officer hurriedly reassured.

While assuring, he thought to himself: this Bavarian prison is really unlucky, and it is actually involved in a conspiracy against the Führer.

In his opinion, this is not too much like looking for death, only a few years have passed since Operation Night of the Long Knife, and Roma's blood has not dried yet!

As for the unlucky guy named Joseph Stein Brin, he shot him himself, which can be regarded as a relief.

If he had been sent there on the orders of the SS headquarters in Berlin, it would have been better to live than to die.

"Repeat my command, and then have your deputy answer the phone." Li Le was not at ease, and directly commanded.

The middle-aged officer was stunned for a moment, and then had to repeat Li Le's order, so that Hans could listen to it clearly. At the same time, he reluctantly handed the phone in his hand to Hans.

The two men were soon ordered to supervise each other and then go on a mission. After hanging up the phone, the two Bavarian SS cadres found themselves in a dilemma.

If he is loyal to the Führer, he may affect his impression on Himmler's side. But if you don't carry out the tasks of the Führer...... Well, neither of them dared to think about it.

"Let's go! Anyway, let's go to the place first! He gave the order to go, and got into his own car.

Then he rolled down his window and shouted to Hans, who wanted to get into the car behind him: "Bring two barrels of gasoline!" Don't forget! ”

The scooter used in large numbers by the Wehrmacht is an off-road car called a "bucket car". The spare tires are placed on the front bonnet, which is very designable.

The types of cars used by the rear troops are miscellaneous, basically civilian vehicles, and some luxury goods with exquisite industrial designs.

Being born in Germany is a blessing for people who like cars, after all, Mercedes-Benz and BMW and other car companies are here, and any car that looks beautiful may be a world masterpiece by a certain master.

So thirty SS soldiers went to the Bavarian prison. It was once the place where the Führer struggled, and now the famous room still retains its original appearance.

"Squeak!" A truck and a car stopped at the gate of the prison, and one SS soldier after another began to jump on the car, which frightened the prison guards on duty at the gate.

"What are you here for? I, I'm going to report! The prison guard, carrying his baton, was visibly nervous when he spoke.

"It's none of your business, I'm here to find Dr. Joseph Stein Brin! If you know where he is, show us the way! Hans pressed the pistol on his waist with one hand and removed the other from the other side.

SS soldiers, also armed with pistols, poured into the prison gates. The other prison guards didn't know what was going on, so why did they dare to step forward to stop them?

Joseph Stein Brin's office door was kicked open, and Brin, who was wearing glasses, realized that he had apparently been targeted by the SS.

But he still didn't realize what was wrong with him, he took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with contempt: "I'm not a Jew, you're looking for the wrong person." ”

He thought that he had been misunderstood by the SS because of this, and opened his mouth to explain this.

And those two points of contempt are because he thinks that the other party must have made a mistake in some link, so that such a mistake will occur.

"Dr. Joseph Stein Brynn, where did you leave the Führer's notes when he was in prison?" Pressing his pistol, the middle-aged officer asked.

"What record? When the Führer was imprisoned, the warden treated him as a distinguished guest and did not undergo a medical examination at all...... "Joseph Stein Brin asked rhetorically with a puzzled expression.

At that time, he did not give the Führer any medical examination, which is one of the reasons why he has survived so well.

It's a pity that Himmler didn't know about this, and Li Le didn't know either, only the dead true Führer knew it in his heart......

"No records? You're lying! Hand over the Führer's file! Otherwise, you and your family will be sent to a concentration camp!" The middle-aged officer couldn't bear it anymore and had already lifted the lid on the pistol holster.

"I swear, I really didn't do anything to check the records for the Führer, I swear!" Knowing that something might not be right, Dr. Brin tried his best to defend himself.

"This is a misunderstanding! There must be some misunderstanding of this! Seeing that the other man had already drawn his pistol, Dr. Brin shouted with a crying voice.