In the same way, Zhou Lin met Martin Bowman the next day.

Zhou Lin was agitated again, and Martin Bowman also left angrily.

Zhou Lin smiled secretly: This has raised your hatred, just wait for you to explode.

Ena reported the situation of Zhou Lin to the CIA Major General.

The major general was very happy and sent another telegram to praise Zhou Lin.

At the same time, the major general was not satisfied with merely verbal provocation of them.

In order to make the two tigers really fight, the major general arranged a plan.

Fortunately, Zhou Lin had another share in this plan.

On April 12, on a side road in Berlin, a convoy came.

The man sitting in the car was Reichsal Goering, who was on his way to meet a business friend.

Since the news of the ineffective air force in the Battle of Moscow, the Führer's attitude towards Goering has changed radically.

Even the military meetings that had to be attended by Goering in the past were not notified of Goering's participation.

Without military involvement, Goering devoted his mind to doing business and using some connections to make money.

Today, it is the meeting time that Goering has agreed with a merchant, and it is related to the business of 100,000 Reichsmarks.

Just as Goering's motorcade passed a small road and was about to enter the avenue.

A bullet flew towards the car in which Goering was riding.

The guard next to him quickly pressed Goering down, and the bullet passed through the guard's arm.

Goering was fine, but the guard was wounded.

As soon as the driver saw the situation, he immediately increased the throttle and drove forward.

Another bullet hit the driver, and the car, which was unattended, crashed into a nearby wall.

Goering was stunned by the shock of the crash, but fortunately the guards protected him, which relieved him a lot.

At this moment, another bullet was fired at Goering's car.

But the bullet did not work and penetrated the seat of the car.

By this time, Goering's guards had already goering out of the car to protect Goering's car.

The other group rushed towards the ambusher.

However, by the time they arrived, there was nothing, no shells left.

When Goering woke up, he realized what had happened.

A gunshot wound to the guard's arm, a bullet hole in a car seat, a seriously wounded driver.

Goering was furious, he looked at the guards gathered around the car and waved his hand: "The negotiations are canceled, let's go back." ”

So, after arranging a car to take the driver to the hospital, everyone rushed back to Goering's castle.

Returning to the castle, Goering locked himself in the house.

If it weren't for the timely response of the guards, Goering would have been shot.

And this is a premeditated assassination, and the other party wants his own life.

Goering immediately thought of Zhou Lin's words, and it seemed that this was a destined opponent.

He called one of the Gestapo captains and asked him to find out what the Gestapo was reflecting on today's shooting.

After learning about it, the captain came back and told Goering that no one in the Gestapo paid attention to today's shooting, and it is said that after the shooting, the Gestapo called to report it to the Führer's office, and the Führer's office called back and told him to leave the matter alone.

Goering's heart suddenly understood what was going on.

If you don't let it be checked, you want to hide something! What is there to hide? Killers, of course.

From these clues, Goering saw the black hand.

Think Lao Tzu is a phoenix with falling hair, not as good as a chicken? Want to get rid of me?

Goering's heart was crossed, and he immediately called a man.

This man was Goering's henchman, who once followed Goering when he formed the Gestapo and formed a death squad outside of the secret police.

This death stormtrooper, no one knows about it except Goering.

It was a secret private army prepared by Goering, under his command.

For several years, this unit was carrying out the tasks assigned to it by Goering.

However, Göring rarely used them, and only used them when he was healthy.

Now that Goering has been assassinated, it is time to use him.

"Know Martin Bowman?" Goering asked the man in front of him.

"Know! Since you gave us the information yesterday, we have remembered this person. "The man was right.

"Today, he will come home at half past eight in the evening, and you will ambush him on the road." Göring lit a cigar and said.

"Yes! Dead or alive? The man asked.

Goering puffed out a puff of smoke: "I hope he doesn't see the sun tomorrow." ”

"Yes!" The man left Goering's castle with no expression on his face.

As he watched the man leave, a grim smile appeared on Goering's face.

By seven o'clock in the evening, Martin Bowman was preparing to leave the office.

"Jingle bell!" A bell rang, and Martin Bowman, who was leaving, called back.

"Mr. Martin Bowman?" A baritone voice sounded.

As soon as Martin Bowman heard it, he knew it wasn't his familiar voice.

"I am! Is there anything you want me to do? Martin Bowman asked.

"When you go home tonight, please don't go the same way." After the other end of the phone was finished, he immediately put down the phone.

"Hey! Make it clear! Martin Bowman shouted.

No one answered there, apparently the man had left.

"Neurotic!" Martin Bowman cursed and picked up his purse.

But just as he was taking the bag, he suddenly remembered something.

Zhou Lin once said to Martin Bowman that he was careful of the disaster of blood and light.

Could it be that someone wants to do it to themselves? Just tonight?

Thinking of this, Martin Bowman shuddered, and couldn't help but seriously recall what the mysterious man had said on the phone.

Whether there is such a thing or not, you have to be careful, what if it is?

Martin Bowman immediately called and told the convoy protecting him to leave now.

And he himself called a guard platoon, got in a bus, and followed a kilometer behind his guard convoy.

At exactly 10 o'clock in the hour, the convoy of guards walking in front of Martin Bowman was suddenly attacked, and bullets from both sides completely sealed off Martin Bowman's convoy of guards.

Within ten minutes, Martin Bowman's guards were all dead.

Those covered in black cloth quickly inspected several cars.

"Not good! We've been tricked, get out! A voice shouted.

Before the platoon of guards in the back could catch up, the killers sped away.

Martin Bowman, who was sitting in the back, saw with his own eyes how the guards in front died, it was nothing short of a one-sided massacre.

If Martin Bowman hadn't received that mysterious call, there would have been a place for him among those dead bodies.