The Six of Hearts jumped out of the car, holding a gun in both hands and pointing at the pursuer. Unfortunately, there were not many bullets in his pistol, and he used up all the stocks in the magazine in less than 10 seconds.

However, the German special forces used all MP-44 assault rifles, and each rifle contained a real 32 rounds, so they quickly regained their advantage and began to fire fiercely to suppress the Six of Hearts.

The Six of Hearts started out of dodging left and right, but then he couldn't dodge the dense fire, and he got a shot in the leg, so he had to lean against the corner to find a terrain where he could cover himself. However, as soon as he stopped, the snipers in the shadows had room to play.

"You've been hiding for so long, you're tired, aren't you?" the sniper, holding a G43 rifle with a scope, sneered and pulled the trigger. "Bah!", the muzzle of the G43 erupted with tongues of fire, and a bullet flew out of the muzzle, drawing a beautiful straight line in the sky, piercing the chest of the Six of Hearts.

Six of Hearts was changing the magazine for his pistol when he was suddenly shot in the chest...... He looked up at the roof in the distance, only to see that there were already two snipers in ambush. He shook his tall body and lay on his back on the ground.

"Ghost, Paul, I've done my best...... These Germans are much better than the opponents we trained...... But I've stopped them anyway, and you're safe......" Six of Hearts muttered softly with his mouth foaming at the blood, looking up at the somewhat gray sky.

But just as he was about to close his eyes with pride and satisfaction, a dark shadow whistled in the sky with the roar of an engine, followed by a second and a third. These Crusader helicopters of the German special forces rushed straight to the target with their soldiers without the slightest delay. After several helicopters flew by, one plane stopped directly above the Six of Hearts, seemingly monitoring his position in the sky.

"Fly...... Airplane?" One last thought flashed through the mind of Six of Hearts, he didn't understand why the plane didn't have wings, he didn't understand why the plane could stop in the air, but he had started to lose its temperature, and he didn't have to think about these strange questions anymore. Only, his eyes that were about to close no longer had the strength to close, and he stared directly at the plane above, lifeless.

On the road, Paul was speeding in a car, blood already soaking half of his clothes. When rushing past those special forces just now, the driver's seat that was hit by the fire attack was obviously the most shot, Paul's thigh and arm were hit, and one bullet hit his side ribs, the bullet may have hit some organ, and the blood gushed out uncontrollably.

"Ghost! I'm going to die!" said Paul, sweating profusely, "I can't imagine that the German Führer Guard is so powerful, and I may not be able to go back to England." ”

The ghost straightened out the pistol in his hand and said without raising his head: "Don't talk nonsense, save your body and run away for a while, we just need to get rid of the pursuers, and we can hide in the secret street junction location, and then the Germans won't be able to find us!"

"Have you ever seen someone who can survive after being shot 3 times?" Paul forced out a smile, and while stabilizing the car, he said: "You can't escape with me, even if you escape, the other party can chase us according to the bloodstains, so you better run by yourself, I'll drive them away!"

"Squeak!" Paul slammed on the brakes, pulled out the pistol in his arms with his right hand, which was still moving, and put it in a convenient position, and then looked at the ghost: "I am only a thief, and it is my honor to be able to serve my country......!

Paul frowned, then nodded with the corners of his mouth pursed, pushed the door open, jumped out of the car, and ran towards the side alley. Paul shook his head to keep himself awake, then started the car and continued to drive on.

Blood stained his pants red, and his consciousness was a little blurred, but Paul still mechanically controlled the car and rushed forward desperately. By this time, the German helicopters had caught up, the roar of the engines echoed in the streets, and the German soldiers had already aimed Paul's car with the machine guns on the planes, and would pull the trigger and open fire just waiting for an order from above.

And in front of the Führer's mansion, Accardo was looking at the Junker noble officer who was pressed to the ground in front of him with a cold face, the slight wounds on his face looked so hideous, and his face, which was even paler with fright, had a suffocating coldness.

"Tell me what you know. On the way to hell, it is good to have someone to keep you company. Accardo stood in the wind with his coat on, not hysterical or angry, he just spoke calmly, but the people around him couldn't help but wrap their coats tightly.

It is a kind of coercion that can only be formed by staying on the top for a long time, that is a kind of momentum that can only be nurtured by the palm of the hand, and that is a kind of anger that can only be filled by a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"Yes, it's the British! They are British spies! They forced me to do it! They forced me to do it!" the Junker officer shouted loudly as he struggled on the ground, "Let me go! Please let me go! I am persecuted! I am wronged! I am wronged!"

"I will personally order your family to be wiped out, and there will be no more records of you and your family in the world. Your sons, your elders, your ancestors will all be dust that has never existed in history!" A devilish smile appeared on Accardo's face, and at this moment he was no longer a gift from God, but an incarnation of the devil.

His blood-red eyes were congested and stared at the trembling Junker noble officer, and he seduced in a chilling tone: "Tell me the main messenger behind you, and I will avenge your whole family...... Say it......"

"It's William, my family has a deal with the eldest prince!There are many of them!I tell you everything I know!Please!Spare my son!Please spare my son!," the Junker nobleman begged with mournful pleading.

"I am dead, the German Emperor takes back his throne, you take back your power. Very good deal. Accardo nodded and said with a smile, "I'm in a good mood right now, and you're very cooperative." So you don't have to be tortured anymore and die now. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out his matching gun, which he hadn't used in a long time, and pulled the trigger on the Junker aristocratic officer underground. "Phew!" "Phew!" Emptying the magazine in one go, Accardo threw his pistol to Gascol beside him, and then turned around and walked towards the Führer's mansion as he said, "Let Fanny come to my office!"

He paused, and then then ordered: "Don't keep the British spies alive! I know who to kill and who can be kept! Since I won't keep the damned, and I won't do anything about the undeserved, the confessions of the British spies are not so important." ”

"Yes, my Führer, Long live Accardo, Rudolph!" Gascoll seemed to see the endless darkness in Accardo's back, which made his eyes brighter, and the Führer, who had been more than wise and domineering, had finally become flawless at this moment, and had become the god he had always longed for.

He stretched out his right hand, stood up in the most standard posture and saluted, and shouted his convincing command.

"Besides!" Accardo said softly as he walked forward, "why have the decaying royal family fallen? Therefore, this kind of royal family, which has been forgotten by the times, is not worthy of allegiance at all, nor is it worthy of respect. Go, exterminate them, let them know that the interests of Greater Germany are not their toys!"

"Yes, my Führer!" replied Gascoll with a smile: "Long live Accardo?"

At the end of the street, the helicopter threw off the rope, and more than a dozen elite soldiers of the 0th SS Division slid down the rope and got off the plane. Armed with submachine guns, they cautiously approached the car that had crashed into the wall of a building on the side of the street.

The wreckage of the car was smoking, and there were two rows of bullet holes on the roof that had just been fired by machine guns from helicopters. Little by little, the soldiers approached and finally got a clear view of what was going on inside the car.

Paul leaned against the steering wheel, blood seemingly dry. He fell there with a smile on his face, still clutching a pistol in his hand that he was ready to use to return fire. However, as the German soldiers approached the car, he had already died of blood loss.

At the end of another alley, the ghost smiled and held a pistol to his temple. Opposite him, there were more than 30 German soldiers armed with assault rifles, wearing black tactical vests, armed with delicate P-38 pistols around their waists, steel helmets painted with black exterior paint, and "Internal Guard" written in white German script.

Behind the men, a soldier with a radio communication device on his back handed the walkie-talkie to the commander next to him, who nodded after the intercom and immediately replied, "Yes! ”

"Phew!" the ghost pulled the trigger first, shattering his own head. The team that assassinated Accardo was wiped out at this moment.

On the other side, Accardo had already put his lips to the microphone and began his national speech. He leaned against the microphone and didn't make a sound for a long time. And the people of all Germany, who were standing by the radio, were anxiously awaiting the voice of their most revered Führer.