Night had fallen in Rome, and unlike any other day, an atmosphere of terror and slaughter had enveloped the city that never sleeped. Every few minutes, a convoy of military vehicles sped through the streets, and in some cases there were terrible sirens.

The uniforms of the German infantry and the Italian soldiers, the colors of which were so similar that they were difficult to distinguish under the dim streetlights, marched down the streets in columns, driving the citizens back to their homes and arresting any pedestrians who dared to disobey their orders.

The German and Italian high commands declared a state of emergency in Rome at the same time, and no one was allowed to stay outside after 8 p.m., while the troops launched a manhunt in the city, breaking into high-end apartments and villas according to the list, forcibly taking away the occupants, many of whom eyewitnesses claimed were prominent figures.

The citizens believed that all this was related to the assassination that took place at noon, and until now the government has not announced any news about Mussolini's life and death, and the city is full of dark currents, all kinds of false rumors are spreading like a virus among neighbors and friends, and most Italians are convinced that Mussolini is dead, and they have lost the great leader of the country forever.

All the arrested suspects were grouped in the model military prison on the north side of the city of Rome, a former 19th-century barracks, in fact a small fortress with a thick and high brick wall, high artillery barricades at the four corners, and a moat more than ten meters wide, filled with water from the River Tvere.

A black Fiat 2600 limousine drove quickly past the steel bridge in front of the prison gate and stopped in front of the wooden deer fence set up by the gate.

The guards came forward with rifles and interrogated, and then raised their guns and saluted and let them go. The sedan slowly drove inward along the asphalt driveway to a two-story building on the west side of the wall, where the driver stopped and turned off the engine, and the occupants in the passenger seat jumped out of the car neatly and respectfully opened the door for the passengers in the back seat.

"It looks good here and makes me feel like home." The passengers stepped out of the car and looked up at the ancient fortress.

The visitor was dressed in a black SS leather trench coat with a large black brimmed hat on his head, a slender black cane in his left hand and a leather briefcase in the other.

At this moment, a searchlight on the tower turned, illuminating the visitor and the ground around him.

"It's amazing, even this one is available, the owner here is really hospitable." The man raised the leather bag in his hand to block out the glare of light, and whispered in a mocking tone.

"I'm very sorry, Major Jürgen, I just received a notice from above, and I didn't expect you to come so quickly." At this moment, an Italian army colonel ran out of the building quickly, followed by a captain, who was supposed to be his personal adjutant.

"Don't worry, Colonel Servando, I haven't had time to admire this beautiful castle yet." Jürgen smiled and put down his handbag.

"Get that idiot to move the lights off." The Colonel held out his hand to Jürgen with an embarrassed expression, and at the same time whispered orders to his men.

"It's going well, Major." After the two sides shook hands cordially, Servando led the visitor and turned around and walked towards the small building.

"Fortunately, the flight was very smooth along the way." Jürgen glanced back at his lieutenant, and then walked politely with the colonel towards the building.

It is a modern new building, no more than five years old, and the corridor is a little dark due to the lack of lighting, and you can distinguish the green wooden parapets on both sides, and the black and white lattice mosaic floors on the floor.

"Let's go to my office and sit down, I've got refreshments for you." The colonel said courteously.

"No, let's go to the interrogation room first, I'm used to finishing the work first." Jürgen said coldly.

"What a great habit, Major, well, let's go to the interrogation room now." The colonel was very cooperative, and everything was as you wished.

This is also a matter of no choice, he must remain deferential in the face of the comer, don't look at Servando as a high-ranking officer, in this prison, he is a good word, but in this matter in front of him, he can only be regarded as the most humble little person, don't look at the German in front of him with a kind look, but Servando knows very well that the other party only needs one sentence to destroy everything he has now.

Servando led Jürgen down the spiral staircase at the end of the corridor to the basement of the building.

Interestingly, the upstairs was dimly lit like a haunted house, but the basement floor was brightly lit, and on either side of the corridor were two rows of rooms with heavy iron doors, and every dozen meters, two armed guards wearing black shirts and pistols at their waists were standing.

"Please go this way." Servando leads to the front.

"I'll be there soon, and I've put a few suspects in the first interrogation room."

The colonel came to an iron door and instructed the guards at the door to open the door.

"Right here, it's our most well-equipped room." Servando introduced.

When you open the iron door, there is a small compartment inside, and you can see that there is a wooden door connecting the inside and outside.

"I'm not going in, Major, and if there's anything needed, there's a phone in there, and I'll stay in the office." Standing by the door, the colonel had a smile on his face.

"I will, thank you very much, Mr. Colonel." Jürgen walked into the compartment with his cane, turned and nodded to Servando, and the guards closed the iron door outside.

Jürgen raised his staff and knocked on the inner door with the head of the silver-forged staff. A sliding window on the door was opened, and a pair of glasses appeared in front of the window.

"Open the door, Dietrich, I recognize your eyes." Jürgen said with a smile.

The small window then closed, and the door was cracked open.

"I didn't expect you to be sent here, Major. No, I mean, it's nice to see you again, Mr. Major. ”

Behind the door stood a strong man who was two meters tall, wearing an army shirt that looked like it was going to tear at any moment, and the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, revealing his thick arms covered with golden hair.

"Looks like you've had a good time, Dietrich." Jürgen handed the handbag and cane to the strong man, then unbuttoned and took off his leather trench coat.

"Please find a place to hang it up for me, and be careful not to get me dirty." Jürgen handed the trench coat to Dietrich and retrieved the briefcase and crutches from the other man.

"Yes, Mr. Major." The strong man respectfully held the trench coat, like holding a baby.

"Wait a minute." Jürgen hooked Dietrich's arm with his cane.

"Looks like you had a great time before I came." The Major spotted tiny droplets of blood on the other's forearms.

"You know, there's always going to be a couple of tough guys, Major." Dietrich hastened to explain.

"Okay, from here?" Jürgen was not interested in dwelling with the reckless man, he pointed to a corridor in the corner of the room.

"Go in and turn left for the second room, and Lieutenant Zimmerman is there." Dietrich replied.

"Who's in there now?" Jürgen asked indifferently.

"Von of the Gendarmerie Command. Lieutenant Colonel Kaufmann and his lieutenants, as well as Rudolph, Ludwik, Kallmann, Hans, Claire, um...," the big man recalled, tilting his head.

"Alright, all of you torture teams are here, aren't they?"

"Most of them are here, Dicker and Hansen didn't come, Coral is sick, appendicitis, almost died, what a bad guy," Dietrich replied cheerfully.

"That's enough, go ahead and put my clothes away, and then continue to guard here, I'll send someone to call you if there's something."

Jürgen raised his hand to stop the unexpectedly broken fellow, and the SS major walked slowly into the corridor with his cane.

PS: Today also went smoothly, it was completed an hour early, thank you for your understanding. (To be continued.) )