While Dougan and Werler were chatting, there was a burst of little girl's laughter, and they could not help but look up, only to see Miss Illya sitting on Randolph's shoulder and circling the yard, with the little beagle at the Major's feet.

Today is a day of celebration for this girl, who has never been in contact with so many people since she was born, and has received so many praises and favors.

The Führer likes this girl very much, and this alone is enough to make her the darling of the command post, not to mention that little Illya herself is very cute in appearance and has a very lively and cheerful personality, which reminds those married officers and soldiers of their little daughter in the family, and is full of love for her in their hearts.

The little girl was completely insane, and after dinner she was taken around almost every corner of the place by Randolph, and even climbed into the Führer's car, which glittered in the light like a mirror inlaid with a fourth.

"Don't get excited, Colonel. The boy looked pleased, and the Führer agreed. Wheeler stopped Dogan who wanted to come forward.

"I'm not one of those unreasonable people, General, and I want to explain tomorrow's work to Randolph. But forget it, let him relax and talk to him again tomorrow on the way back to Berlin. Dougan extinguished the cigarette butt, and Randolph escaped for the time being.

"The Führer is ready to send a trusted subordinate to Egypt." Wehrle turned to Dogen.

"About the Ark of the Covenant? What do you think, General, could it be just an old hoax. After all, it has disappeared from history for 2,500 years, and those ancient records have long since turned to dust. I always thought it was just a Jewish legend, and even if that artifact had ever existed, it would have been destroyed in the war. Dogan frowned, his face skeptical.

"The Ark of the Covenant did exist, just like the true cross, which is well documented in history, but it was also lost in the war and chopped into wood by the Saracens. So much so that Europe is now full of fragments of true crosses, most of which of course do not prove their origins.

But we have not found the slightest trace of the Ark of the Covenant until now, and if it had remained in Egypt, it would probably have remained intact, and it would have been the greatest discovery of the century, and think of it, a true holy relic, a miracle on earth. Found and excavated by the Germans, Dogen, do you know what this means for Christendom? Wehrle took a deep puff of his cigarette and exhaled a long cloud of smoke.

"I can't imagine, General." Dougan replied earnestly.

"It means that the sanctuary of God has returned to earth and handed over his authority to the Germans." Weirle said with some excitement.

"But I remember that according to the records, we should have sent it back to Jerusalem." Dougan had read a lot of idle books and remembered seeing this prophecy.

"It's in the future, and we have to look at the present, not that we don't need to have a vision, I mean don't want to be ambitious. If this relic does exist, it must be in German hands, and I have not yet been able to estimate its real value, whether political, religious or cultural. Weirle patted Dogan on the shoulder.

"I'm going to suggest to the Führer that Randolph take care of this matter, what do you think?"

"To Randolph? Are you crazy? Checkmate. Dogan's eyes widened in surprise.

"Hahaha, you should really look at your face now, Dogen. Okay, okay, I'm just kidding. This matter will be handed over to the Eye of Odin to follow up on the whole process, and the overall responsibility for this matter is Kirsten. Wheeler laughed, patting Dogan on the back in reassurance.

"You're kidding, General." Dogan stroked his forehead and said with a wry smile.

"But it does require Randolph to make a trip to Egypt, and the Führer needs to get first-hand information, and his identity is not very sensitive and will not attract the attention of other parties. If it were you and me, the situation would be very different, and no one would believe that we went to Egypt just for a vacation. Randolph is different from us, he has always been more active, and his personality is like that.... Lively. For a moment Werler did not know what words to use to describe Major Randolph's character.

"If it is a short period of official business, and the head of state approves it, I will not stop it." Dougan said with his head down.

"Since this is decided, I hope you can communicate with him in advance, after all, you are going to distant Africa, and the task is very important."

"I'll talk to him once, General." Dougan nodded in agreement.

"That's good, I'm sure he'll gladly accept this mission." Wehrle laughed.

"According to his character, it's really hard to say." Dogan took off his military hat and touched the back of his head.

While the two Führers' henchmen were discussing "strategic issues" by a barn, a bloody drama was now unfolding in the underground torture chamber of Rome's model military prison.

As the tongs slowly turned, the suspect tied to the seat let out a heart-rending wail, but the assailant looked unaware, he neatly arranged his pulled nails in front of his boss, and his attitude was as serious as a biology student handing in a test paper to a professor.

"Tsk!" Apparently the student failed the exam, and his efforts were rewarded with a disdainful smack from his boss.

"I told you, there's no beauty at all." Jürgen tilted his head to Zimmermann.

"Yes, Major, I agree with you." Zimmerman echoed respectfully.

The major in front of him, but the person who once appeared in the nightmare of the cadets of the Brandenburg training camp, only took half a year, this man successfully instilled his somewhat distorted aesthetic concept into the mind of Zimmermann, who was still a second lieutenant at the time, and according to the lieutenant's observation, he was not the only victim in that period.

"That's enough, take this person down and bandage it." Jürgen stopped the executioner's brutality, and waved his hand to take the poor prisoner out of the room.

"It seems that this soldier really doesn't know anything, it should be just an outside line, and it's not worth wasting time on him." Lieutenant Colonel Kaufman said with the confession he had just obtained.

"I just wanted to see if Sergeant Claire's technique had improved, but I was a little disappointed with the results. Sergeant Claire, you should read more technical books to enrich your knowledge, and you can also go to communicate with your counterparts in other countries to strengthen your business level. Next month the Directorate General of Security has a programme with Scotland Yard and I hope you will sign up. It was like a teacher announcing an evaluation, and the stout sergeant, who was like a bull, was like a shy student at the moment, nodding yes with a red face.

"We've seen so many prisoners, you must have an intuitive understanding in your mind. Now it's time for the next step, Major. Kaufman put his confession on the corner of the table and leaned back in his chair.

"There are a few people on the list who haven't seen it, and I want to take a look at them all." Huergen held his forehead and flipped through the papers in his hand.

"If you wish, Major, then take the next prisoner." Kaufman sat up straight.

"This one hasn't been interrogated yet? I would like to inquire about him personally. Jürgen turned his face to look at Kaufman.

"No problem, I'll leave it to you now, Major." The lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie tilted his head and shrugged his shoulders.

With the sound of chains, a man who looked to be in his forties was carried in by two strong German men. The Italian man had a standard Mediterranean face and a standard Mediterranean hairstyle on his head, with only a ring of sparse black hair on the sides and a greasy scalp in the middle.

Judging from the Italians of this age, the person in front of him is obviously a little excessively fat, don't look at the height of only about one meter six, the weight has obviously exceeded ninety kilograms, this fat man is standing there with a beer belly, and the Germans bet that he will never see his toes when he looks down.

At the moment, the fat man only had a set of underwear left, and I don't know if he was stripped off by someone else when he came in, or if he was dressed like this when he was arrested, but Hurgen was obviously not interested in finding out.

"Anzio. Leonardo. Giovanni, butcher shop owner. Zimmermann placed a file in front of Jürgen.

"Didn't you see, this fat man still has a criminal record? Suspected of commercial fraud, forgery of contracts, and use of fake government documents. Only a fine of 20,000 lira? These are all felonies, how did he get away with the judge? Jurgen raised an eyebrow.

"Italy is not in the same situation as ours, and it is likely that he bribed the officials involved." Zimmerman said.

"From this, we have a very smart criminal in front of us. I love working with smart people, especially criminals like the one in front of me. Don't look at this clumsy appearance, they tend to surprise you, I remember meeting one of those guys in Berlin who stood on the electrocution rack for five minutes, and the room smelled of fat, and it was a pain for us to know that I and the other interrogators didn't have lunch at the time. Jürgen smiled and told his colleagues the terrible story in fluent Italian.

Giovanni was about to cry in fright, and the fat man's whole face was wrinkled, because he was gagged with a cloth, so he could only look at the officer who spoke with pleading eyes, hoping that the other party would be merciful to poor Giovanni.

"All right, Mr. Giovanni. I know what you're thinking, thinking you're going to get away with us, but I'm sorry to say that if you can't give me a satisfactory answer, you won't be able to leave this room unharmed. Jürgen said with a smile.

"Now take the cloth out of his mouth, before I remind you, you must not say a word until I ask you, you can only speak if I allow you to speak. It's all about your own performance, and your safety is actually in your own hands, and hopefully you can understand that. Okay, let go of him. "The SS major ordered to arrive.

One of the executioners stepped forward and let go of his hands behind his back and pulled out the cloth from the little fat man's mouth, and then he could see that the Giovanni was indeed a smart man, and he immediately covered his mouth with both hands.

"Very well, you did not disappoint me, please be seated, Mr. Giovanni." Jürgen nodded in satisfaction, then gestured to both sides, and the two strong men stepped forward and lifted the little Italian fat man, and then threw him into the bloodstained chair.

"Mr. Giovanni, now let's make a game, you don't have to be afraid, if you cooperate, no one will come to hurt you." With a kind smile on his face, the two strong German men were busy fixing the clasps that fastened Giovanni's limbs.

"Look, I have a pen." Jürgen picked up a pen on the table.

"I still have an apple." The major picked up an apple from the fruit basket with his other hand, and the little fat man looked at the officer in black uniform with a blank expression.

"And then—" Hurgen thrust his pen into the apple.

"I just have an Apple pen." The German Major said with a smug smile.

"Then you see... I have a pen. Jürgen picked up the pen in front of Zimmermann, then stood up and walked in front of Giovanni.

"I still have a head." The SS major's expression changed, and he grinned and pressed the back of Giovanni's head, and the sharp tip of the pen stopped in front of the little fat man's eyeball, and the Italian could not help but let out a cry of fear.

"Smack!" A crisp slap slapped the little fat man so that Venus jumped in front of him, and when he came back to his senses, the sharp tip of the pen appeared in front of him.

"I warned you that you can only make a voice if I give you permission to do so. It's a small punishment to help you deepen the memory. Jürgen clasped the back of the Italian's neck and whispered in his ear.

"Alright, let's move on to the previous game. You see, I have a pen... I still have a head, and now I'm just going to mm—" Jürgen made a gesture that thrust Giovanni's eyes into the eye.

"So what's going to happen? By the way, you can answer, Mr. Giovanni. The SS major asked with a smile.

"A.... Head pen? The Italian's teeth chattered, and he looked at the officer in front of him with a look of horror.

"Wrong, you'll get a dead man! You idiot! "Ürgen gave this little fat man a brain scoop.

"Alright, it's game over, Mr. Giovanni. If you don't want to be a head pen, then do what I say right now. Now let me tell me in detail everything you saw on your balcony yesterday morning, what you encountered, what you saw, and what you heard. ”

The SS major put the pen on the cap and walked slowly back behind the desk.

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