Today for Carl. Dr. Günther was an exciting day, all because of one man, and all because of the giant he met early this morning.

For this reason, he sat in his own car, and Meimei leaned on the comfortable back seat of the car, imagining a possible future. Whatever the future holds, it's certainly going to be a pretty brilliant one. As a Ph.D. and as a businessman, he was a successful man.

Oh, and don't measure success by money, that's too superficial.

As a German businessman, he pitied the Chinese masses. Mercy is an inherent right of the strong, and as for the pitied, they are often the weakest in the crowd. So as a German who has restored its European status, as a German doctor and entrepreneur, then pity the Chinese, it is simply a question that does not need to be thought about.

Today, however, this question has led to the development of Carl. Dr. Günther's Reflections.

You may think that the Second World War was the peak of espionage. In fact, when the competition in business began, commercial espionage, the oldest means of strategy, began to show itself.

So Carl. Dr. Günther can only have one idea, that is, the radio walkie-talkie in Jin Tao's hand was stolen from which technologically advanced country?

"What about the United States, the United Kingdom, France, or some other country?"

Cal. Privately, Dr. Günther believes that Jin Tao is not the guy who directly stole it. If he is a thief, he is too big, and it is more likely that he used a lot of money to buy from thieves who don't know where.

"Maybe this guy is coming back from Europe and the United States, otherwise how could he have such advanced equipment!"

Regardless of where this technology comes from, it is an advanced and unrivaled technology. At least at this moment, even the German government could not have produced such a small radio radio.

In fact, the miniaturization of radio equipment was the result of the large-scale use of printed and integrated circuits. During World War II, it was the electron tube that occupied the core of the entire electronics industry.

The development of the transistor began in December 1947, when a research team composed of Shockley, Bardeen and Bratton of Bell Labs in the United States developed a point-contact germanium transistor. The advent of the transistor was a major invention of the 20th century and the precursor of the microelectronics revolution.

It wasn't until 1956 that the three of them won the Nobel Prize for transistors, and the application of transistors was out of control. It was only the VLSI that we use today that made micro-electronic devices possible.

Then in 1937, there was no doubt that no one had ever dreamed of this beautiful dream. Therefore, the miniature walkie-talkie, like the electronic computer 45 years ago, is definitely the most cutting-edge technology in the world.

"Squeak......!"

With the sound of sudden braking, Carl. Dr. Günther was knocked almost into the chair in front of him, and he couldn't close his eyes again with a look of surprise as he opened them.

"Is this still the city of Nanjing?".

Cal. Dr. Günther has remained with the company since the attacks began in Nanjing. At that time, some Chinese workers in the factory had already come to take refuge with their families. Since then, he has also been busy with his feet on the ground.

Although he heard that the situation in Nanjing City was very bad, some Japanese soldiers robbed it, ****, but he didn't expect it at all, Nanjing City had been destroyed like this. On the side is a string of burned houses. The black pillars stood there, and the remnants of the bricks and tiles were full of traces of the remnants of daily necessities.

It's not shocking, it's really incomprehensible, it's almost a ghost town. On the streets, there were few survivors. Even if there are Chinese, they all wear red cross armbands.

They dragged cartloads of all kinds of corpses out of the city, and almost all of them were middle-aged or elderly, and not a single young person could be seen. There is not a smiling face, eyes that have been numbed by the vicissitudes of life they have experienced, just looking at the road ahead, step by step, making people think that they are death row inmates who are about to go to the execution ground.

"The hearts of these people are dead, they are not happy, they are not worried, they are not angry, they are not sad, what kind of trauma can make people numb to this!"

For some reason, Carl. Dr. Günther thought of a Russian novel he had read, "Dead Souls", and although the miserable situation in the city of Nanjing did not match that story, in his eyes, these once living Chinese were now people with only dead souls.

"My God, are these still people, what kind of torture have they suffered!"

The inner almost shouting of doubts made Carl. Dr. Günther could no longer close his eyes and think about the intentions that the giant had offered him.

"Try to avoid the corpses, if you can!"

While instructing his driver, he lowered his head and searched in his business bag, and then carefully set up the camera mount at the door of the car to photograph the scene on the street.

"Those guys must not want these things to be known by others, but this is a matter of a person's conscience, and the rest of the world has the right to know what tragic things have happened in this most prosperous city in China!"

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Being Carl. Dr. Günther was filming the tragic scene on the streets of Nanjing, when suddenly his car braked again. The streets were already being left to turn around because of corpses, and at the same time, bomb craters and rubble made the once flat and wide road difficult to navigate. Fortunately, the speed of the car was not fast, and everyone who rushed out of the side alley was not hit.

When Carl. Dr. Günter was utterly furious when he saw the man they had almost bumped into.

It was a young girl with tears and despair on her face, and at this moment her body was ****, and some bright blood stains on the surface of her delicate body formed traces like a painting. With that despair and tears, if the screams can be expressed again, then this can constitute a tragic picture.

Her hair was disheveled, flying in front of and behind her. The scars on his body were as if he had just been attacked by a wild beast. But that didn't stop her from seeing a foreigner's car and seeing the hope of the German flag surging up in her heart.

"Help me, save me......"

As she spoke, she was already kneeling on the ground and kowtowing desperately.

Cal. Dr. Günther was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly understood in his heart why the "king" had done such a brutal, horrific, brutal, murderous act. If ever because of this Karl . Dr. Günther, if he had hesitated to cooperate with him, now when he saw the remnants of the city of Nanking, saw the many miserable corpses, and saw the helpless girl in front of him.

He believes that everything that "king" did was a legitimate act of self-defense by the Chinese.

"Can't...... Can't ......"

At this time, the mouth was nervous and dry. Dr. Günther repeated the word in his mind, he didn't know what words to use to describe it, his mind just repeated the word.

He pulled open his car door and took off his coat at the same time, he couldn't watch a girl scream like that. Out of the most basic human virtues, he felt the need to help her.

However, what she never expected was that at this time, a group of devils wearing Japanese military uniforms rushed out of the alley on the side. They raised their bayonets in their hands, and their mouths uttered a shrill, loud cry like that of a wild beast.

Without exception, they all carried long Type 38 rifles in their hands. There were also people with bottles in their hands. They shouted, with some kind of cruel smile on their faces. Although the sight of the German flag on the car made them hesitate for a moment. But not yet, Carl. Dr. Günther started, and they were already in action.

The long bayonet, glittering with cruel light, stabbed the girl kneeling there from behind.

"Ah...... Mom......"

The sharp bayonet made the girl's screams into one, one incoherent sentence. But Carl. Dr. Günther could hear that she was calling out to her mother, and she could only call out helplessly to her mother in the midst of this intense pain.

What a cruel thing this is, what a girl in front of her is just a girl who is defenseless and doesn't even have clothes, so how can those Japanese troops who are clinging to weapons be so ruthless as to do such a thing?

Subconsciously Carl. Dr. Günther gritted his teeth as he clenched his fists and staggered forward two steps to pounce. Before he could get near, however, the long bayonet pulled out of her back, ignoring the girl's screams and her two hands gripping the blade.

"Ah...... Alas......"

In the midst of the screams, the last **** is like a sigh. Her head hit the ground, and the sticky hand was still clutching at it. But the bayonet that had just pulled out of her body stabbed in from behind her body again.

"Hey......!"

After the last whispered ****, Hao's body fell sideways. The bayonet was angled at the angle of her body, and a 500-millimeter-long blade pierced from her waist and through her chest.

Cal. Dr. Günther felt a dizziness in front of him, looking at all this miserable thing, there was only one word in his heart to describe it - ghost domain!