People always say that life is a stage play, and now for Jeffrey, it has reached the climax of the play.

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The leather boots stepped on the concrete floor, the echo of the soft rubber soles became particularly harsh, the pipes on both sides of the corridor flowed foul-smelling black water dripping on the floor, the occasional squeak of rats in his ears, and Jeffrey's heart pounded under the bloated skin camouflage.

The five Hydra soldiers caught Jeffrey in the first three and the second and took him back to this fortress, the weather was cold, but the sweat soaked the back of his neck, Jeffrey loosened his neckline, the wetness made him feel uncomfortable, the crazy bloody picture flashed through his brain, it was a needle piercing the eyeball, it was a knife cutting the spine, Hydra, this terrorist organization known in the underground world, they can do anything, many demonic cults in history have the shadow of Hydra, white pointed hats, holding torches and worshipping the pentagram, Jeffrey can only think of one question in his heart now, "How will I die if I am exposed?"

Nervousness jumped from heart to throat, and the more dangerous it was, the easier it was for people to think about these questions, "Calm down, Jeffrey, this road leads to the office and not the torture room, maybe these bastards haven't noticed you yet." ”

"Mr. John has something to look for you, General Pen," The Hydra soldiers, the leader, laughed at Jeffrey through gas masks, Jeffrey, who is now playing General Bollon, was originally a newspaper reporter, because he had helped Hitler promote Nazism, and was awarded the rank of general after Hitler took power, of course, his position was only a position with no power, so many German soldiers did not want to see him, but because of discipline, he generally did not show it, but now this is the territory of Hydra, and this group of brainwashed fanatics only respects their leader, Johann J. Schmidt, like Boron, who was considered garbage of the Third Reich, they were not birds at all.

The décor of the familiar office has not changed at all from three days ago, and the pens on the desk are neatly sorted by the color of the warm and cold tones.

"German spirit," Jeffrey murmured.

The chair was empty, there was no shadow of John, Beethoven's Ninth Symphony was playing on the phonograph in the office, and Jeffrey was still guessing that under the rousing music, a faint roar suddenly came from next door.

"Super soldiers have to go to war, I don't care if it's an experiment or not!" the voice said strongly, and Jeffrey could hear that it was John.

Then, another weak voice cautiously responded, "But, Mr. John, they still ......"

"No, but, I still have business to attend to, Dr. Eddard, so that's all for today. Geoffrey could hear that John was holding back his anger, and his tone became cold and unquestionable.

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As his footsteps approached, John walked out of the black lacquered wooden door at the end, he paused for a second, closed the door casually, and said, "General Bowlon, I still remember the last conversation, oh, please take a seat." John pointed to the chair in front of his desk, "You said you were optimistic about our experiments, and you promised Yuan Xiansheng to know all the great work that was going on here, but as far as I know, this is not the case. ”

Jeffrey was surprised in his heart, listening to Schmidt's tone, it seemed that calling him this time had nothing to do with identity, but no matter what happened, as long as it was related to Schmidt, he couldn't let his guard down.

He tightened the muscles of his vocal cords, mimicking General Boron and said, "Mr. Schmidt, I'm sure the Führer has definitely seen my report, ah, here," Jeffrey put a file bag on Schmidt's desk and pushed it to Schmidt, "This is a copy of the report, you can check it, and I will definitely report what I have seen and heard." ”

Schmidt stared at Boron for a moment, then took the file bag, took out the report and read it.

Jeffrey waited nervously, and Schmidt read as if in thought, leaning back in his chair and holding up the report with a serious expression, and then not saying a word, only sometimes pursing his lips, sometimes nodding slightly.

"I must admit, Monsieur Pollon, that you have a talent for writing, and that it is indeed difficult to write about these great experiments which ordinary people cannot understand so exciting," suddenly Schmidt's attitude turned a hundred and eighty degrees," But herein lies the problem, you wrote it so well, I don't think the Führer will ignore this report, but so far I have not received any news, according to the past, at this time the troops of the Third Reich have already marched into my castle and rushed to get my soldiers, you tell General Bolon, who else after you has access to this report?"

"No," said Bronn with a certain bearing, shaking his head, "I swear, I went to the Führer myself, and no other person has seen the report. ”

"Then the problem is obvious," Schmidt suddenly drew his gun, startling Bron, and Jeffrey had made the weak character of the pen general very good, and of course his own heart was really bursting.

"Did you really give this to the Führer, or did you make it up to deal with me!"

The black muzzle of the gun was aimed at Jeffreyd's head, and it seemed to the others that General Bron's fat head was now bursting with yellow grease.

"No, no, no," Bronn hurriedly raised his hand to make a surrender gesture to appease Schmidt, but in his heart, Jeffrey secretly rejoiced, sure enough, his identity had not yet reached Schmidt's ears.

"As you know, the Führer's recent ill health and the fact that he has been working too hard to keep an eye on the lives and deaths of the front-line fighters and the overall strategic situation, my report was sent to the bottom of a large stack of papers, and I think it won't be long before the Führer will see it. ”

Schmidt didn't put down the muzzle of the gun, and after a few seconds, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Schmidt's mouth, "What if the file wasn't sent at all? The Führer didn't see this report at all, if this is the outcome, have you already fornicated with foreign enemies?"

Schmidt stood up, his hands propped up on the table, the sunlight streaming in through the glass behind him, and Jeffrey couldn't read Schmidt's expression clearly.

"Man is always the easiest link in the defense system, and sometimes what we see may have nothing to do with the truth," Schmidt snorted coldly, "but I believe that General Pen did not have the courage to betray the Empire with his life." ”

Bolong suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "That's right, sir, I don't dare to do such a thing," looking at Schmidt's smile, Bolong also echoed, "I will never touch this kind of gun-eating thing in my life, you can rest assured." ”

"I don't believe in your loyalty," Schmidt's words made Jeffrey suddenly feel nervous, "but I believe in your cowardice, General Pollon, I do believe in what you have done for the Empire, but sometimes undercover agents have already sneaked up on us and told me, General Bollon, what we should do to traitors." ”

"We're .....," Bronn paused, "killing them all, of course." ”

"That's right," Schmidt nodded, "we're going to kill them all, and the will of the Third Reich will eventually rule the planet." ”

Schmidt shook Bolon's hands with a feverish expression, "Now, all you have to do is report back to the Führer, believe me that this will change the war." ”