This may be the first time Accardo has spent a vacation alone since becoming head of the Third Reich, and the last time he has spent a vacation with Mercedes was more than half a year ago, before the war on the Eastern Front began.

Thanks to the backwardness of photographic technology in this era, and the fact that Accardo's slightly thin face was really unassuming—he did not have a mustache like Hitler, nor shaved off his eyebrows or tattooed on his face, so no one really recognized him when he walked down the street.

In fact, another reason is that he is surrounded by a lot of plainclothes secret service personnel, who separate a lot of people from the street, so that even if Accardo is walking on the streets of Rotterdam with such a swagger, he still can't feel any crowding.

Rotterdam's bustling city is reflected by the many Italian luxury brands and German specialty stores, and the huge port, which is now an important transit point between Wilhelmshaven and Kiel on the British mainland, is less prosperous than it was before the war, but it has somewhat regained some of its former atmosphere.

Many German companies have their own branches in the Netherlands, such as the German company Mercedes-Benz, which has put a cheap export car production near Amsterdam in the Netherlands, where Germany has also built military bases, airfields and military docks to hide and produce some old submarines and torpedo boats.

As one of the early German occupation zones, the Netherlands, Belgium and even France were literally heaven on earth compared to Poland. Workers here are mercenary, people can keep their land and property, and even allow locals to pay homage to their families who have died in battle, and the policy can be described as quite relaxed.

So as the war wore on, the people here were healing their wounds as fast as they could, and people began to work early and return late to earn a new currency, the Reich Mark, to support their families. Thankfully, the locals are well supplied to maintain at least a minimum standard of living.

As the de facto ruler of the place, Accardo opened the door of a shop that sold German goods and had not many customers. In fact, there has always been a boycott of German products in the Dutch, except in cases where there is really no way to do it, so few people come to buy German products. However, it is clear that as time goes by, the number of "situations where there is really no way" begins to increase.

The shop resembles a grocery store, selling German canned food, rice and flour, and is a German food specialty store. There were a few Dutchmen picking potatoes from Germany, which were small and not too expensive. The women were visibly startled by the large crowd that had entered, and watched in horror as the tall men entered the room one after another.

Accardo's security has become tighter because of Anna's absence, and he is surrounded by at least 5 highly trained super soldiers, these people are definitely at the same level as Wren in terms of combat effectiveness, even if they are slightly lacking, they will not be too different, combined with the advantage of numbers, they can easily resolve all kinds of crises that suddenly appear.

Of course, there are more plainclothes who don't follow up outside the door, and the car is not far away, obviously even such an old-fashioned gimmick as a micro-service visit is an extremely complicated procedural work here at the head of state. There were at least 70 secret service officers and at least 10 people in cars along the entire street, armed with assault rifles.

Waiting for the car dozens of meters away, the thickness of the door is about the same as the armor in front of the Leopard tank, the armored car-level tires can easily ensure that the car can travel a distance of several kilometers even if it is hit by a bullet, and there are radios and spare weapons in the car, it can be said that this specially designed Mercedes-Benz car is a moving castle.

The shopkeeper was obviously startled by the sudden arrival of a group of big men, he had not seen so many people come in at the same time for almost a few months, and the people who came in at the same time were all men who looked a little dangerous, which made the shopkeeper a little panicked. Still, he opened his mouth and asked, "Gentlemen, what do you need?"

"We're just here to have a look! We're going to leave right away!" replied, a tall leader in a big trench coat and top hat standing in front of Accardo squeezed a smile into his face. As he smiled and spoke to the shopkeeper, his hand in his pocket was still on top of the pistol.

"Business seems to be average, can the income be satisfactory?" Accardo smiled and walked up to the shopkeeper, although he was not wearing a hat, he had a fake beard, a pair of glasses with heavy frames, and his relatively ordinary appearance was enough to ensure that he would not be recognized.

"Honorable sir, your clothes are handmade in Italian color, and the watch in your hand, although I don't know the origin, knows that it is of great value. Are you here just to take a look, or do you need me to introduce you?"

What's more, even if you can't recognize Accardo himself, but when you see a few bodyguard-like characters who follow up, you can naturally guess that Accardo's identity is either rich or expensive. And these people speak German, which is good enough in the Netherlands. Accardo smiled, and then, seemingly intrigued by the stacked cans, walked over and picked up a box, and examined it carefully.

The price is not expensive, it is about the same as the price in Germany, but Accardo still sees some differences, for example, in terms of the meat content, it is not the minimum standard in Germany of 40%, but a lower 30%. The fact that this canned food is actually called a starch mixture is more accurate, and the taste and actual nutritional content are not very satisfying.

"Sir, you may not be too satisfied with this kind of canned food, but if you need it, I can introduce you to the one at the end of the street, where they have imported German canned food, and some French counterparts with better meat, which may satisfy you. The shopkeeper seemed to see that Accardo was not interested in the canned food in his hand, so he proposed. After all, his shop wasn't set up to entertain guests like Accardo.

Accardo put the can back on the shelf, and then watched with interest as the local Dutch women checked out and left. The last time he shopped on his own was more than a decade ago, when he was an officer in the Wehrmacht and lived in a single apartment. Although he can now eat good beef at every meal, he longs for a few days of ordinary life.

People are sometimes so hypocritical - when they are alone, they like to feel accompanied by their partners, and when they have a partner, they miss the days when they were not cared about. When you have money, you miss your free time, but when you have free time, you think about how to make money.

After he waited for the guests to go out, he also nodded goodbye to the boss: "I'm sorry, I'm just coming in and taking a look, disturbing your business, I'll leave." The other party hurriedly said that it didn't matter, and then walked out of the counter and sent Accardo and the others away. In an instant, the small shop returned to calm, and the owner of the shop looked at the door that was still shaking slightly, without the slightest joy of receiving the big people. For him, the Führer, who does not buy goods, is far less useful than the Dutch aunt who buys things. What's more, he didn't know Accardo's identity yet, for him, what came in just now was just a stranger, an inconsequential stranger.

The streets outside are still so bustling, people wrapped in heavy coats shuttling through the clean roads, and there are still piles of snow on both sides of the road, this is an ordinary commercial street in Europe. Accardo wore a black tweed coat with his hands behind his back and open buttons, and the two rows of gold buttons were so well made, even in Germany, it was rare for a high-class person to wear such a decent dress.

"Sir, buy a newspaper!" As Accardo pondered what to do with the capitalists who were overexploiting the civilians of the occupied territories against his will, a crisp child's voice pulled him back from his deep thought. He looked up and saw a little girl standing a few paces away from him, holding out a somewhat crumpled newspaper.

Her German language is not very good, and it can be said that it is very jerky, after all, the influence of the Germans on the place has only been more than the last year. Although many Dutch people speak German, the teaching of German has only been around for a short time.

The little girl was stopped by the guards walking in front of Accardo, and she was a little overwhelmed, but her eyes were clean and transparent, and Accardo liked this innocence and clarity at a glance. So he stepped forward, bent slightly in front of the little girl, and took the somewhat crumpled newspaper.

"Thanks, I just need a newspaper. He smiled and put his hand in his pocket, only to find that he had no money in his pocket. He can't be blamed for this, after all, as the head of a vast empire spanning Europe, there are not many occasions when he needs to pay for it.

Of course, the people around him had enough money in their pockets to buy all the newspapers, so one of the guards pulled out an Imperial Gold Mark, handed it to Accardo, and then respectfully retreated to where he had been standing. Accardo took the bill and slipped it into the little girl's hand.

Obviously, this imperial gold mark, which was much larger than the actual value of the newspaper, made the little girl feel better, and she looked at Accardo with her big beautiful eyes and asked, "Sir, are you famous?"

Accardo was stunned by the little girl's question, and he raised the corners of his mouth and asked, "Why do you ask?"

"If you're not famous, why do you have a fake beard?" the little girl's words sent a cold sweat out of the backs of the guards around Accardo, who almost pulled out the guns in their hands. The Führer's fake beard has been discovered, but what about the Führer's identity? Has it also been revealed?