Screwing on the old brass faucet, Jürgen took a handkerchief from his pocket and dried his hands, adjusting his tie to the mirror on the wall, and the SS major nodded in satisfaction. Stepping out of the well-decorated bathroom, an SS senior soldier waited by the door, carrying a Hurgen's cane and a large-brimmed black hat.

"Sergeant Major Ludvik just sent someone to inform you, and he's all ready." The Soldier slammed into the heel of his boot and reported to the Major.

"Very well, Victor." Jürgen took the large-brimmed hat from the superior soldier and put it on his head, then picked up the black cane with the silver head.

Originally part of the British garrison, the building was once the headquarters of the Cairo Army Station, but when Egypt became semi-independent, the British reduced the number of troops stationed in Cairo, and the station was abolished, and it became the diplomatic quarters and expatriate club of the British Embassy in Cairo.

After the outbreak of war in Europe, many British expatriates and diplomats were recalled to the country, and Britain itself was in urgent need of reinforcements to resist the imminent invasion of the evil Nazis. It is a laughable thing that many people are still stranded in Britain waiting to be discharged, and it is not the Germans who are holding them back from returning home, but the British bureaucracy itself.

After the end of the war in Europe, German intelligence agencies settled in Egypt and immediately took a fancy to the house, and the German embassy immediately came forward and bought it from the British, spending a total of about 150,000 pounds, anyway, the wool was still from the sheep.

The name here is the Office of the Military Attache of the German Embassy in Egypt, but it is actually the headquarters of the German intelligence agencies in the Middle East, which is an open secret to the intelligence services of various countries, but it is tacitly silent in official exchanges.

The main body of the building is a four-storey brick and timber building with some simple Victorian decorations, with a large front and back yard connected by a vaulted corridor that runs through the center line of the building.

The British architecture in Egypt was somewhat more practical, as there were several armed uprisings by the locals, and the architects designed it with the defense in mind. With iron bars on every window and thick wooden sash covered in iron sheets on the windows on the first and second floors, the building can be turned into a defensive fortress in the event of an accident.

During their tenure as the station commander, the British army renovated the basement of the building, renovated and expanded the underground structure, built a row of warehouses for military supplies and food, and set up dungeons for important criminals.

"Captain Dietrich, I am very curious about the real purpose of this building in the hands of the British, this is obviously not what they call a temporary holding point, but more like a fully functional military prison." Jürgen tapped his cane against the solid granite block on the wall.

"You're right, I also think it's a bit puzzling that there is a water dungeon under the headquarters of a military station." Horst. Captain Ditrizzi nodded.

The captain, who was publicly identified as a second military attache at the German Embassy, was in fact the head of the Eye of Odin's intelligence station in Cairo, with full responsibility for German intelligence gathering activities in the Cairo area.

Seeing the two officers arrive, the Army soldier in the corridor turned and opened the iron door on the wall, and Jürgen and Dietrizzy stepped into the interrogation room.

It was a standard 19th-century prison cell, surrounded by sturdy, soundproof granite walls inlaid with rusty iron rings, several old handcuffs in thick chains hanging from it, and dark stains could be seen everywhere on the walls and concrete floors, unknown from the blood of the interrogated person or some other liquid.

"I've kept you waiting, gentlemen." Jürgen walked into the room and beckoned to several of his subordinates who were waiting in the room.

"Good evening, sir!" The executioners present greeted the leader in unison.

"Can we start? Sir. Sergeant Ludwig placed a folder on the interrogation table.

"Let me look at the report first, can you get them to bring me a pot of coffee? Ludvik. Jürgen sat down at the table and flipped through the papers.

"Wait a minute, sir." The sergeant major bowed in and stepped aside.

"You haven't read the report yet? The Grey Sword's arrest went so smoothly that the men barely had time to resist. Captain Dietrizzi pulled a notebook from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Do you smoke? Major? Dietrizzi pulled out another cigarette case.

"Don't smoke now, you can do whatever you want." Jürgen waved his hand and continued to look down and read the report carefully.

"Have you interrogated those Bedouins?" Jürgen turned his face to ask the captain.

"After a preliminary trial, these people are very hard-boned." Ditrizzi replied.

"There's nothing hard in my eyes, a lot of people just don't find the right way. These Arabs are not as strong as they themselves think. Historically, the Romans, the Turks, the Mongols, the French, and the British, this land has been conquered by foreign nations again and again, and these people have not bowed their allegiance to their new masters. As he spoke, there was a blatant contempt in Hurgen's eyes.

"Have you seen what Greysword has found from their station?" The SS major continued to ask.

"Yes, to be honest, it surprised me, Major." Dietrizzy lit a cigarette with a lighter.

"What do you think about that?" Jürgen asked.

"If I'm right, Henderson may be just a small character, and there's a bigger black hand behind him." Ditrizzi replied.

"Now, then, let's confirm your suspicions, Captain. Ludwik, bring the prisoner in. Jürgen turned to Ludwijk.

"Yes, Major." The sergeant major gestured to his men, and an SS member walked to the side door and opened it.

A stocky man with a black cloth cover on his head was dragged into the interrogation room almost without a foot under the hold of two strong soldiers. Two executioners stepped forward, expertly pinned the man to a wooden bench in the middle of the room, and handcuffed and shackled him.

"Unveiled." Jürgen commanded as he took the hot coffee from the orderly.

The hood was removed, and Captain Henderson's eyes narrowed at the sudden light, and it took a few seconds for him to get used to it, and he sat down in the wooden chair in horror and stared around with wide eyes.

When the Grey Swords team stormed into the compound, he was sorting through the accounts and documents he needed to take with him in his room on the second floor, and by the time he saw the Germans, the muzzle of the black hole was almost up to his head.

At that time, Henderson already knew that he was finished, and if he fell into the hands of the British army, there might be a chance of survival, and if he fell into the hands of the Germans, then there was only a dead end waiting for him.

He really began to regret why he had been so deluded that stupid decision. If he hadn't provoked those two Germans, he would have stayed comfortably in the base of Zibilit, enjoying the service of professional servants and good food and wine.

Henderson was sure that he would have a bright future, and it took him five years to rise from an ordinary non-commissioned officer to a second lieutenant, and he successfully entered the noble officer class, a height that a lowly Dalit could never have dreamed of, and now he only needed to share some wealth and feed his greedy superiors, and he could smoothly rise through the ranks of the army, until he stepped into the upper class of society and became a respected and powerful family.

At that time, he will be able to marry a noble English woman and continue his family bloodline, and his children will no longer be lowly Dalits, but noble citizens of the British Empire.

But now everything has come to naught, and all my struggles and efforts have finally been exchanged for just a dream.