"Sir, this is a manuscript for tomorrow's publication in the Bernier Evening News and the Basel News, please take a look!"

When Alex, the full-time liaison of the Imperial Intelligence Service in Switzerland, delivered the papers, Lynn sat facing the large floor-to-ceiling window, admiring the twilight of Bernier with thoughts. *.**/* In this world, there are many beautiful places, full of humanistic atmosphere, perfect integration with nature, or the embodiment of the magic of the Creator, with Lynn's own experience, immersive is more meaningful than sitting in front of even the most advanced TV.

Taking the manuscript from Alex's hand, Lynn glanced at it cursoryly. From a certain point of view, propaganda is all about agitation, and the press op-ed is as succinct and well-structured as ever, and its content is as inflammatory as ever, and its attacks on the "new German dictator" are so powerful that it is estimated that the "people's politicians" in Berlin will vomit several liters of blood.

"Very good, very good!" Lynn looked up at the submissive-looking liaison officer, who had been working under Baron Pat when Lynn and his party first arrived in Switzerland two years ago. At that time, we got along for a while, but we didn't have much communication with each other, so we didn't know each other very well.

"Then we'll print it normally, right?" Alex said in a pleading tone.

Lynn nodded softly, two days ago came the news that the German government used the army to suppress the Baath Party and the Free Regiment, although he had expected all this, and also planned to use this opportunity to completely anger the German people, take advantage of the situation to give the Baath Party a "streamlining", and clear out those who have no real talent or are difficult to use for themselves in the backbone positions. Lynn didn't reveal anything about these arrangements to Stupfher, and you can imagine how anxious and panicked the leader would be at this time. However, Lynn did not gloat at all in his heart, but was saddened by the cruelty of using such a cruel method - sacrificing his own people for profit, which was not a trick that the original simple and upright Lynn could use.

Time has changed, the world has changed, and Lynn was so relieved.

As night fell, Lynn put on a gorgeous and neat dress and prepared to attend the dinner party of the Swiss high society as usual, to pull connections, negotiate deals, and use such occasions to create subtle ideas in the Swiss high-level circles: the Baath Party and the Freedom Corps in Germany are engaged in a brave and just cause, and the current regime in Berlin is an evil force with a dictatorial nature, which only relies on the brazen flattery of the American and British allies, and does not hesitate to betray the interests of the country and the nation for this!

As always, Baron Pat, who has a good connection in Switzerland, and Lynn have been in the same car for two years, and most people have forgotten the handsome and handsome Norwegian businessman Knatsky, who is accompanied by beautiful women. Horst and Mr. Knatsky had a strikingly similar body and face, and their beard, hairstyle, and different styles of clothing made them happily reacquainted with this young man with a lot of money.

Considering that the Imperial Intelligence Service has an entire system in Switzerland, Lynn did not come to Switzerland with a small but elite guard like last time. In view of the peculiarities of the situation, in this German-made Mercedes sedan, in addition to Lynn, Baron Pat, and the driver, there is also a good intelligence officer to act as a personal bodyguard. The banquet was held in a manor house in the southern suburbs of Berne, about a fifteen-minute drive from Lynn's hotel, all of which were wide arterial roads, with cars driving in all directions and local Swiss radio programs playing on the radio. Seeing that he was about to reach his destination, a big truck suddenly appeared at the fork in the road ahead - this French-made six-wheeled truck was a relatively large vehicle in Europe in the 40s, with a large mass and inertia, and Lynn had a strong intuition at that time: This was a premeditated attack! …,

As the deputy leader of the Ba'ath Party, Lynn would not be so aggressive even if there were competitors in the party. The exasperated German president is most likely the mastermind of this incident, but after the war, the German government had neither the funds nor the manpower to rebuild the overseas intelligence system, and it is unlikely that they would carry out an attack directly in Switzerland, but it is entirely possible that they will collude with the United States and Britain allies and use their strength.

The suddenness of the incident left Lynn with no time for detailed reflection and speculation, and the driver swerved in an attempt to avoid the big truck, but the two cars eventually collided hard.

The impact of the big truck was so strong that the Mercedes turned out to the right with speed inertia. At this time, the feeling of sitting here is not as refreshing and exciting as a roller coaster, Lynn instantly felt that the world was spinning, and he couldn't control anything at all, so that the inherent ideology was subverted at this moment!

After a short but long dozen seconds, the car rolled three times and 90 degrees, and stopped rolling with its right side facing down. There was a buzz in Lynn's ears, and she felt like she was just bumped, and she could clearly hear the driver complaining about the recklessness of the truck driver. In order to correct this dangerous fluke, Lynn watched back and forth and reminded, "Beware, everyone, we have been attacked!" ”

In the current state, through the rear glass, you can see that the large truck is parked on the side of the road, the lights are unusually turned off, and through the faint light, Lynn can vaguely see several dark shadows moving in this direction, and their dexterous posture does not look like ignorant civilians involved in a traffic accident.

"Quick, the gun is under the saddle!" Baron Pat shouted almost at the same time as the driver.

Lynn helped lift the back seat while listening intently to the movement outside, and when there was basically no noise, he heard the sound of the bolt being pulled, which confirmed his suspicions. Fortunately, a cold touch soon came from his fingertips, and Lynn quickly grabbed the "life-saving straw" and pulled it out, it was a standard M submachine gun - an easy-to-handle and powerful automatic weapon in close combat, which was enough to deal with gang fights and agent attacks.

Baron Pat quickly pulled out another submachine gun and several magazines, and handed one to Lynn. At this moment, there was a gunshot like fried beans outside the car, and the bullets crackled and smashed the rear window, and the two people in the back seat hurriedly dodged sideways.

"Captain Gargo, you and Metz cover, Gru and I will go out first, and you will listen to my slogans before you come out!"

Worried that the other party would be able to understand German, Baron Pat said in a deep voice. At this time, the situation is unclear, and going out first means a greater risk, but the location and situation do not allow them to hesitate. After not touching a firearm for several months, Lynn opened the safety with great care, waited for the gunfire to suddenly raise her head and shoot two short shots at the place where there was a figure, Baron Pat stepped on the gunfire to open the left door, and climbed out of the saddle like climbing out of the hatch of a tank. The gunshots outside rang out again, and Lynn gritted her teeth and didn't obey the subconscious drive, but swept out a few shots in succession. In the blink of an eye, the body trembled, feeling that Baron Pat had jumped out of the car in a safe direction, Lynn took a long shot in cover, feeling that there were not many bullets left in the magazine, and hurriedly dodged and stuck to it thoroughly, groped for two spare magazines from under the saddle, and missed one to the belt, and then completed the process of changing the magazine with one hand with some rusty movements. During this period, the driver, Maitz, shot twice with a pistol at the front door, and then jumped out of the car with all his might, and the gunfire outside suddenly became much more noisy.

After a moment of waiting, someone banged on the roof of the car with a fist, and Gru, who acted as a bodyguard, suppressed his voice and said, "Sir, you go first!" Fast! ”…,

Hearing M hissing in the rope, Lynn climbed up with his hands and feet, and the door that opened backwards did not produce any shielding effect, and his head had just poked out of the door when he heard a bullet whizzing by, and he felt a nervous feeling of being on the battlefield for the first time. Now is not the time to lament the waste of skills, between the lightning and flint, Lynn roughly observed the situation outside, the enemy in the direction of the truck was blocked by Baron Pat's submachine gun, more than ten meters away or squatting or lying down to fire at the side of the car, due to the poor light, most of the bullets either hit the bottom of the car or hit high, so he climbed out of the car very decisively, slid down the roof with an awkward roll, and the moment he lay on the ground, his heart was steady.

"Cover me!" Baron Pat let out a low cry, apparently about the need to change magazines. Lynn didn't have time to take a closer look, so she fired a suppressive shot at the truck, adjusting the muzzle as she fired. The skills of the former marksman are still there, and after a few shots, he gradually regained his touch, and the painful muffled sound of being shot came from the opposite side.

Immediately after, a bang sounded on the attacker's side, judging from the rising light and explosion intensity, it should be a defensive fragmentation grenade thrown from his side, the attacker all fell to the ground, and the last Gru who remained in the car also staggered out, judging by his posture, it should be a wound on his hand.

Baron Pat, who had re-changed his magazine, just glanced at Gru, and without asking more, he said, "Move to the canal behind you!" ”

I didn't deliberately observe in the car before, Lynn turned his head and swept around, ten meters back is a water canal, whether it is for irrigation or sewage, it is at least safer to defend the terrain than to use this car with fuel in the tank and ammunition under the saddle as a barrier, and it is really resistant, but it can also retreat across the canal to the woods - the battle has only lasted for two or three minutes now, who is the other party, whether there are snipers and follow-up combat forces on the periphery, these are not easy to judge......