The clicking sound of machinery came and went, and countless machines made all kinds of crisp sounds. It's a busy scene a bit like a textile factory, but if you look at the odd equipment, you can see that this is really not a light industrial textile factory.

“x...... x...... g......"At the intelligence center in Berlin, Germany, a woman is intently checking the cipher code that has just been typed out from the telegraph. She has to work like this every day, and she can't make mistakes.

The original cipher code she had checked had to be handed over to the intelligence director at her higher level for further checking, and then handed over to different military cipher translators for message translation. It was a complex and heavy job, but the German rigor made it easy for these women to do the job without feeling oppressed.

In the factory-like workshop, which is so large that it looks like a square, there are more than 300 female workers who work until the evening every day. The same number of people worked on the night shift, and with their hard work, they supported the gathering of information from Germany's vast intelligence network.

Suddenly, a female worker stood up and handed a telegram marked with a row of special letters to the team leader who saw her get up and come over to inquire about the situation. The squad leader glanced at the message, hurried to the end of the workshop, knocked on the door, and gave it to the SS major who was on duty.

Soon the SS major on duty stood up and picked up the phone: "Long live Führer Accardo......? I'll report it to you as soon as I find out, without the slightest delay! Yes! I see! I won't leave the office until you come!"

It wasn't long before Gascoll arrived with his men, and the major immediately stood up and saluted, giving up his office seat. Gascoll waved his hand, and everyone exited the office, and when he was the only one left in the room, he opened a codebook and translated and checked the contents himself.

"A few days ago, a submarine carrying five British intelligence officers landed in the Netherlands, three of whom were confirmed to be assassins of the Führer, and two others whose whereabouts are unknown. Gascoll himself recorded the contents of the text and sealed it in a bag along with the cipher copy before allowing the others to return to his office.

"Immediately find out to me the records of patrols in the coastal areas of the Netherlands in the last half month, carefully check the suspicious situation, and then send them to my office with the results!" Gascoll ordered several officers he had brought: "Immediately apply for a special operations team of the 0th SS Division, bring in several competent personnel of our intelligence department, call General Reinhardt of the SS, and ask him to send some powerful people over, this is an important matter that must be handled as much as possible." ”

"Yes!" several officers immediately turned and walked out, while Gascol returned to the Wehrmacht General Staff with Wen Jiàn.

Soon, the terrible efficiency of the full operation of the German intelligence services was manifested, and Reinhardt Heydrich personally drove to the Wehrmacht General Staff with the elite soldiers of the SS, and then Gascoll personally opened the sealed bag in front of him and handed the translated telegram to Reinhardt.

"Poison? is the information he sent...... No wonder. As soon as Reinhardt saw the inscription, he knew that this agent was a nail that the Führer had personally buried in Britain that year, and his secrecy was about the same level of secrecy as Germany's nuclear physics research projects and rocket reality. After he finished reading the message, he frowned and stretched out his hand, swinging it forward gently.

An officer stepped forward and put his face next to Reinhardt, who was still wearing a bandage on his other arm: "General, what are your orders?"

"Get the person in charge of the spy infiltration case in Poland at once! I want to hear all his reports myself!" Reinhardt said coldly. This assassination wounded him and almost sent him to the Western Heavens, and it was obvious that this information was also very important to him personally, because since he was lying in the hospital and regained consciousness, he had been thinking about the word revenge all the time.

"There have not been many cases of British spies infiltrating from Holland lately, General. As far as I know, it seems to be only once. Soon, the relevant officials of the military intelligence and the SS arrived, and they put all the relevant documents on the table, as well as some relevant records and photographs left at that time.

"The physical object will have to be retrieved from the local defender archives management department in the Netherlands, and it is believed that it will reach Berlin in two days at the earliest. Another officer also said: "But the Netherlands that time, although no one was caught, it was judged according to the remaining evidence that there were only 4 personnel on the other side!"

"These photos were left for the archives at the time. Indeed, only four outfits of three men and one woman were found. One officer pointed to some black-and-white photographs and said, "Judging by the number of clothes, there are really only four of them." ”

"Three sets of men's tights and clothes worn outside were found at the scene, as well as a set of women's tights and a set of clothes worn outside......"

"Tell Waynes to come here!" Reinhardt said, narrowing his eyes, "Isn't he known as a man and a woman, let him see the difference between these clothes." ”

Speaking of which, this Wiens is a strange flower in the SS, he is a womanizer but a workaholic, busy in the office during the day and not tired, and at night he is looking for fun and eating both men and women. He's uncovered so many espionage cases, as well as his boyfriends and girlfriends — you read that right, he doesn't just like women.

Soon the women's underwear expert walked into the office and was taken aback by the level of the intelligence officer sitting inside: the two bigwigs in charge of intelligence, plus the heads and faces of the German intelligence department, were almost all there, and the lower ranks were all lieutenant colonels.

"Look at the clothes, finish what you have to say, and go. Reinhardt saw him enter the room, pointed to the picture on the table, and said, "If you see anything of value, I will accept your favor!"

Let the commander-in-chief of the SS owe a favor? It was so close that he was so close to the sky, Wiens hurriedly stepped forward, carefully examined the pictures of these clothes and trousers, and after a few seconds or so, he seemed to have found something, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "General, I have found a problem." ”

"Tell me about it!" Reinhardt suddenly came to his senses, sat up straight, and pricked up his ears to listen to Wiens's analysis.

"General, it's the clothes of three men and two women!" Wiens made the eyes of everyone present widen with one sentence - isn't it so professional? Not only did he say the number of people at once, but he also determined the gender? What kind of international joke?

I heard Na Vines point to the photo and smile and say: "There is no problem with the clothes of these men, but obviously they are wearing a little too much! Although they landed on the beach, we did not do this kind of thing, and we usually only wore a coat, so that we could change into the clothes prepared for them by the reception personnel as quickly as possible." ”

He picked up three photos of men's clothes and pushed them aside: "And there are obviously too many of them, and from the point of view of warmth, they are wearing too little." So I surmised that they were wearing two layers of clothing for a purpose, so I looked at the other set of women's clothes - and sure enough, I found a problem!"

"What's the problem?" asked Gascoll, raising an eyebrow.

"This woman's outfit isn't for one person!" said Waynes, pointing to some of the details above, "The legs of this loose jacket on the outside are too long, and the tights on the inside are a little short, about ...... That's 2 centimeters worse. ”

All the officers looked at Wiens with disdain, and their expressions all had a kind of "How do you have to be, so that you can see at a glance that the length of your clothes is a little worse?" Even Reinhardt, who was on the side, coughed embarrassedly twice to hide his embarrassment.

"Plus, there's this lingerie ......," Wiens wanted to continue.

"Okay! How sure are you that these are five people, and how sure are you that it's three men and two women?" Reinhardt quickly interrupted his continued analysis, and to continue to say that it was simply a disgrace to the SS.

"Report to the General!, I'm sure it's definitely three men and two women!" replied with a nod of Wiens.

"Since that's the case, it's much easier!" Gascoll nodded and said: "After the date of that day, all the women who appear around the German officials and politicians, focus on the investigation! Don't let one go! When the evidence arrives, let Major Wiens screen the evidence, confirm the height and weight! and then narrow down the scope of the investigation!"

"Submit this information to the intelligence analysis room of the 0th SS Division, and let them pay attention to the Führer's personal safety, after all, these British intelligence officers came together, and the most likely thing is that these two women were also on assassination missions!" Reinhardt added with a frown.

"That's right! Let's start with the Clone and other areas secretly! Don't startle the snake!" Gascoll nodded and said: "Transfer a company of special operations teams over, and arrest them directly after confirming their identities, don't alarm the local police...... I suspect that they have a local intelligence station, and I am afraid that they will cover each other. ”

"That makes sense! This time the Army Intelligence will take the lead in handling the matter!" Reinhardt agreed, but added eerily in the back: "If these two women are caught, leave them to our Guardsmen...... I'm going to make them regret coming into this world!"