"I agree with you, Major Jürgen. Decades or even centuries later, when future researchers talk about this event, they never dream that everything is an assumption of our making, and it's exciting to think about it. Zimmerman stood up and took a glass of wine from Lieutenant Colonel Kaufman.

"No, dear Zimmerman, you must remember that what we tell them is the truth, and always believe in it at all times and in all places." Jürgen put down his glass and shook his index finger at the lieutenant.

"I'm sorry, you're right, Major, and we're telling them all the truth." Zimmerman bowed slightly, indicating that he was humbly taught.

"Well, now tell me how many facts we have." Jürgen picked up the bottle that Kaufman had placed on the coffee table and filled his glass with a small half of whiskey.

"The identities of the two nuns are still waiting to be verified." Kaufman placed the cup on the coffee table and turned to the desk.

One of them was killed instantly, and the other was seriously injured, but fortunately, with the help of German medicine, she was out of danger. Although we can't torture her for the time being, we still get some useful information from her. Kaufman picked up a stack of papers on the table and turned to the couch.

"They didn't have any papers or anything to prove their identity, and it was clear that someone was behind them to help them. The two women would use weapons, and the pistols were made in Spain, and they were very common civilian goods, and they could be found everywhere. The number on the submachine gun indicates that it is a military standard equipment, and from the number of the gun it is determined that it is a weapon issued to the division of San Marco, but the documents indicate that the weapon was lost during the battle on the day of the coup. Kaufmann picked up a document and handed it to Jürgen.

"Is this the post-mortem report? It seems that she was a charming woman when she was alive, and this kind of woman attracts the attention of her surroundings at all times, and there should be many people who know her. Jürgen opened the folder and pulled out an enlarged full-length photograph of the corpse.

If you don't pay attention to the hideous bullet holes all over the body, just looking at the quiet face with the eyes slightly open, you will definitely be able to agree with Huergen's statement that the deceased was indeed a beauty during his lifetime.

"The problem now is that the Roman police have sent the photos to every district office, but so far none of the police have reported seeing them." Kaufman sat down on the one-seat couch on one side.

"It's normal, they may all be from other places, or it's possible that someone recognizes them but doesn't dare to report it for fear of being implicated. Anyway, the result is the same, we don't care about the real identity of these two women, we just need to prove that they were hired by some forces to assassinate Mussolini. Look at this charming body, her skin is delicate and fair, and there is no trace of military training on her body, she is not a soldier or a guerrilla, she should be a young lady who grew up in a wealthy environment. Jürgen threw the picture on the coffee table.

"We can now be sure that they are not members of the church. Neither of them was a virgin, and the injured woman still showed signs of having given birth, and there seemed to be some mood swings when we deliberately mentioned her children. Kaufman said.

"In normal times, it would be a useful breakthrough, but at the moment it is not that important. We're not here to find out the truth, Lieutenant Colonel, though I do have a curiosity about the behind-the-scenes story. Jürgen flipped through the papers in his hand, and said words that made Kaufman's eyes jump.

"How many people have we arrested? Ten, twenty? Just before I arrived, more than 2,000 people had been arrested in Italy for this matter. Jürgen closed the document and held his finger on the eagle emblem on the cover.

"The purge has begun, gentlemen, and our task now is to provide reliable weapons for this operation. We had to produce enough evidence to send that scum to hell, and we had to convince the Italians that these men had plotted to kill their leaders in order to subvert the country, to usurp their power, to usurp their property, to enslave their children, and to tarnish their honor.

These people are insidious, vicious, morally corrupt, heinous, innocent, indignant, and intolerable, and if God knew about the crimes they had committed, he would surely rain down thunder because of his wrath. That's what we're going to tell the Italians. Jürgen stood up with his cane, then leaned down to pick up the glass on the table.

"We don't need the garbage inside to confide in any confessions, these things are of no value to us except for tea and dinner." Jürgen pointed with his cane to the door that led to the interrogation room.

"They just have to act according to the script we have written, say what we ask them to say, answer the answers we want to hear, and make the testimony that we need them to make. Misgregs who don't want to do so will be prepared to suffer, and Sergeant Ludwik and his men will be happy to find plenty of pleasure in this herd of inferior animals, and I will be glad to see it come to fruition, as lacking in beauty as it may sound. Jürgen's voice became a little excited.

"I couldn't agree more with you, Major Jürgen. But these confessions that we have already got..."von. Lieutenant Colonel Kaufmann said with some hesitation.

"I've just read these confessions, and some of them can be used, but some of them have to be revised. For example, the landlord of the apartment, who rented the house to two women, should have "witnessed" members of the cabal entering and leaving the building, and this man had a good record and was a reliable eyewitness. I think he must have "overheard" the conversation between the conspirators, because it involved several big people in the government, and he was so scared that he didn't report the conspiracy to the authorities in advance.

We could have found a few other tenants in the same apartment to testify, and we could have a few taxi drivers, and by the way, I almost forgot about the owners of the shops nearby, and their words were very probatory. You see, a convincing chain of evidence is all established. Urgen smugly gave a lesson to the two rookies, and the two army officers sat upright on the sofa, serious like two schoolchildren.

"You must have served in the Berlin Police Department before, Major." Kaufman's face was emotional.

"No, but I've been around in the Security Bureau for a while."

"The Gestapo? No wonder it's so mellow with business. Kaufman was in awe.

The German military police and the Gestapo had previously overlapped in their operations, with the latter, with the support of Himmler and Heydrich, often taking the opportunity to cross the line in handling cases and extend their hands directly into the Wehrmacht. Relations between the two sides became very bad because of Hitler's deliberate partiality in the middle, but since the new Führer redrew his sphere of influence and the General Security Service was split, the relationship between the two is now much more harmonious.

"In this case, the boy's confession should be revised again, and it is logical that we would have considered his confession," Zimmerman said, looking at Kaufman.

"You can't just look at logic, Zimmerman. What do you see this confession showing? A little avenger who took the relics left by his mother and secretly ran to assassinate the prime minister, of course, this is not okay. Romantic Italians love revenge plots, and they will see this kid as a tragic character like Hamlet, so what is Mussolini? The villain who killed the parents of the teenagers? A damn dictator?

Of course not, we can't give public opinion the possibility to shift in this direction, this teenager will only be a little villain who has been taken advantage of, his parents have been involved in the last coup plot, and the benevolent Mussolini has not angered the rebel's family and spared this vicious little cub. But he was instigated by some conspirators, and he took revenge, raised his pistol at the poor Italian prime minister, and killed the great man who had been seen in Italian history once in a century.

It must be made that the Italians will be disgusted at the name of this little cub, disgusted by this vile act, and disgusted by the commanders behind him. We should go to some witnesses of his age, or his teacher, principal, neighbor, etc., and we should prove that he is a bad character in normal times, and that he is a bad wolf who has not grown up. ”

"What if these people don't want to come forward and testify?" Zimmerman began to regret it as soon as he finished asking, and he felt that he had asked a rather stupid question.

"They will, Lieutenant, they will, because only smart people live long, don't they." Sure enough, Jürgen laughed, and he raised his glass at the lieutenant.

"Now we are waiting for Berlin to send the final confirmation of the list, and then we will fill in the testimony with the names on it. Whether this person is left-wing or right-wing, as long as it makes us feel threatened, we will solve it here at once. Jürgen drained the whiskey from the glass in one gulp and placed it on the wine cabinet.

"Now I want to see how Ludwik and the others are doing, whether they have grown in a few months, and whether they are still as unattractive as before." The SS major waved his cane and strode to the door of the interrogation room.

PS: Asking for a monthly pass, the ranking has dropped, well, I don't read the subscription anymore, so as not to hit the heart. (To be continued.) )