Coming out of the base at Zibilit, the Mercedes Benz carrying two SS investigators turned onto the dirt improvised road south along the canal, where they were to spend the night in Suez City.

Captain Dietrecz and Sergeant Major Merkel are old partners, they were members of the General Security Service Task Force back in the invasion of Poland, and unlike the Storm Task Force, which hunted down Jews, their target was important confidential files kept by the Polish police system.

It is because their hands are still clean and their social relationships are relatively simple, so they have escaped the clean-up operation within the General Security Bureau.

In any case, the SS is the SS, and in their eyes there is only loyalty and responsibility, and there is no concept of good and evil. After five years in the General Security Bureau, Dietretz's hands were as bloodstained as blood, but he still had a sense of justice in his heart compared to his colleagues who had been purged.

"We might be able to ask our superiors to put some pressure on the British to issue a national arrest warrant." Merkel took a sharp drag on her cigarette and threw the cigarette butt out the window.

"Do you know how long Egypt's borders are? Twenty-four hours was enough for the British ensign to escape the country. Captain Dietretz rested his elbow on the edge of the window, and a delicate silver lighter tumbled in the palm of his hand.

"I have a hunch, Captain, that the suspect should not have left, and may even be hiding in this nearby village." Merkel held the steering wheel in one hand and pulled a cigarette roll from the cigarette case on the dashboard with the other.

"What basis do you have?"

"Look at the captain, this general is obviously shielding this second lieutenant, and judging from his position, there is no need to do this."

"I think so, Sergeant Major, and he must have some sort of trick in the hands of the second lieutenant, so he is compelled to delay our investigation and cover up his crimes."

"I think so, Captain, if that Henderson has left the country, why would General Richard risk making us suspicious and trying to cover up for that bastard." Merkel pulled out the cigarette lighter under the dashboard and lit the cigarette on her mouth.

"He's buying time for that Hudson, and he's well aware of Hudson's whereabouts." Dietretz's eyes sparkled.

"I think we should immediately request support from above, at least let them transfer us to a squad."

"One squad is probably not enough, and it is necessary to send people to monitor this general and his henchmen twenty-four hours a day, and at the same time, it is necessary to conduct technical eavesdropping of all the external telephone lines of the Zibilit base." Dietretz slapped his palms and clenched the lighter tightly into his fist.

"When I go back, I will immediately send a report to the headquarters, hoping that everything is still in time." The SS second lieutenant said, looking out the window at the large reeds.

The Suez Canal is a saltwater river, and the Great Bitter Lake is also a saltwater lake, surrounded by large areas of saline marshland, but several freshwater tributaries flow into the canal from here, bringing valuable freshwater resources for irrigation, and the local Egyptians have cultivated farmland on the land, planting rice and other cash crops, while preserving large reed flats.

As the Mercedes drove along the dirt road along the riverbank, it soon saw Arabian-style bungalows and farmland in full view. Although it's December, the temperature in Egypt is still hovering around 20 degrees, and farmers are replanting alfalfa and wheat in their fields.

"The air here is very good, and the wind blows very comfortably." Merkel dusted her cigarette ash out of her car window.

"When this case is over, I will ask my superiors for a leave of absence, and I will go to Egypt for a while, visit Alexandria, and then go to the Valley of the Kings to see the tombs of the pharaohs." Captain Dietretz said, holding his chin.

"It's just.... Ay? What does that guy in front of you want to do? Merkel took a cigarette in her mouth and lifted her foot to hit the brakes hard.

I saw a man in a white traditional Arabic robe suddenly emerge from the bushes on the side of the road, and then ran to the middle of the road and waved his hands wildly at the Mercedes Benz.

The tires of the Mercedes rubbed against the gravel road, making a screeching sound, and then came to a steady stop in the center of the road.

"Help! Help me! The man rushed over quickly, then sat down on the engine shell of the Mercedes and shouted for help into the cab.

"Go down and have a look, be careful." Dietretz told Sergeant Major Merkel as he glanced at the back of the car before opening the door on his side.

"Who are you? Get out of my car. Merkel shouted at the man in Arabic and unfastened the holster with her right hand.

"Help!" It was only then that the two agents realized that the man was shouting in German.

"You're German?" Dietretz asked, and the captain realized that he had asked a stupid question, for the man looked up and showed a proper local face.

"Someone wants to kill me, they've already killed my driver, help, help!" The Egyptian merchant climbed down from the hood and replied in a slightly stiff German.

"Who are you? And who is going to kill you? Dietretz frowned, he felt that the scene in front of him was very suspicious, perhaps a trap set by the enemy for himself.

He had heard of similar traps among several of his colleagues in the General Security Service in Poland, and when he found them the next day, only a few cold, torture-scarred corpses remained, and the prisoners had not been found.

"I'm Abdul. Said. Ali, I am a friend of Germany, I have a certificate, I have a certificate. Mr. Ali reached into his arms and touched it, and the two Germans saw this, and pulled their pistols out of their holsters.

"Don't shoot, I'm a friend of Germany, friend, I'm Ali, Captain Dietrich in Cairo can testify for me, look... Look, here's what he gave me. Ali hurriedly raised one hand and pinched a small badge in the other.

"Ouroboros?" Dietretz cautiously stepped forward and took the badge from the Egyptian.

"You're working for us?" The captain flipped through the badge and checked the stamped number on the back, and Dietretz judged that the badge was genuine.

It is rare for the German intelligence service to send such identification marks to the informants below, because most of the two sides are simple monetary transactions that the German side will not recognize if they are caught. Only the most important and faith-tested employees are given this identification, and the main purpose is to reassure the informant that they are recognized by the organization and protected by the German government.

In fact, what it should have been, and what it is still today, at most when exchanging spies with each other, such people can also occupy a place. However, before Britain and Germany tore their faces, even if these people were caught, their lives could still be guaranteed, and they would not disappear silently in the long yellow sand like spies from other countries who were caught.

"Your name is Abdul. Said...."Merkel withdrew the pistol back into its holster.

"Ali, Mr. Officer, my name is Ali." Mr. Ali respectfully retrieved his badge from Dietretz and carefully tucked it back into his arms.

"You said someone was going to kill you? What the hell is going on. "Captain Dietretz closed the safety of his pistol.

"Right there, they were chasing me just now, there were four of them, praise Allah that I escaped, these villains will definitely go to hell." Ali was still a little frightened, and he pointed to a row of houses to the south.

PS: It's finally recovered, thank you for your concern. The first chapter is served, and the second chapter is finished after dinner.

This month's monthly pass ranking has been brushed down, and there is a gap of 600 votes from the previous one, which is really discouraged.

Now the number of monthly passes is 1896 votes, and the author has decided that from today to the end of this month, for every 200 votes that the monthly pass rises, a special chapter will be added to see if it can rush back to the top three in the military category.

This book needs everyone's support, and I will try to update it.