Just when the Spanish Civil War was in full swing, it was late at night in Berlin, the capital of Germany in the distance. A dark shadow flashed through the door of a wealthy neighborhood, climbed the stairs and knocked on the door of a house.

The man in expensive pajamas opened the door, looked at the man knocking on the door with sleepy eyes, and on the fingers of his hand pressed on the door, he carried a very conspicuous six-pointed star ring: "Sir, who are you looking for?"

"Mr. Feynman called me!" said the man, casually.

"Please come in!" the man got out of the way as soon as he heard that it was an acquaintance, and then he looked at the man who had come into the house, and asked, "Is there anything wrong with Mr. Feynman calling you so late?"

"So, Mr. Feynman said, you owe him $50,000 in debt. The man casually picked up a picture frame placed on top of the high cabinet: "Your daughter is very beautiful." ”

"Thank you. She is my angel. The man's face was bright when he mentioned his daughter, but soon he asked suspiciously: "I do owe Mr. Feynman a debt of $50,000, but when I borrowed money at that time, I said that it would be repaid next month, and he will do it now?"

"Yes! Mr. Feynman wants to take the money now. The man nodded, put the leather box he was carrying on the coffee table, and said casually.

"I don't have that many at home, I only have about 30,000 here. The man said with some regret: "If you need to take it, I only have a lot of more." ”

The man thought for a moment, then continued to nod: "No problem, just pay these back first! ”

After waiting for a while, the man found that the man had no intention of moving, so he frowned and asked, "What are you waiting for?" Go and get the money, I can leave." ”

"Sir, I need to see the IOU I gave to Mr. Feynman. The man said a little embarrassedly: "It's not that I don't believe you, but you see, 30,000 US dollars is not a small amount." Isn't it? ”

The man suddenly realized, then took out a contract from the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it to the man. The man saw him wearing an SS uniform under his overcoat. The man didn't think much about it, looked at the contract that he had indeed signed, nodded, got up and walked to a safe with a pot of flowers on top of it in the corner, and unscrewed the combination lock on it.

However, when he turned back with the money, he found the man with a pistol pointed at him. The man's other hand was carrying the coat he had taken off, and he hung it on the hanger at the door very casually.

"Oh God! If you want money, you can take it! Don't be impulsive!" The man was so frightened that he hurriedly said: "I can give you all this money! Please don't shoot!"

"Put all the money in the box, I'm going to take it!" the man said fiercely, pointing to the box on the coffee table.

"Okay, don't get excited! I'll do it!" the man was so frightened that he hurriedly put the money into the leather case on the coffee table, which was obviously a bit large and looked like it could hold at least a few hundred thousand dollars.

"I do take the money, but I also want to take your life. When the man finished doing what he was instructed and got up to lean to the side, the man said with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Because we want to use your death to build momentum for the next action." ”

"If you shoot, you won't run away! This is a ghetto!" the man said, staring at the man's black muzzle, with a cry in his tone. The hostess, who heard the movement, walked out of the bedroom at this time and saw the scene in front of her.

"Ahh

"Bah!" the man was shot and fell in a pool of blood clutching his chest.

"Don't!" cried the hostess, but she did not change her fate.

"Bah!" another shot rang out, and the hostess was also hit.

The man picked up the suitcase, rushed to the room behind the hostess, who was still struggling, and shot the girl who was still rubbing her eyes on the bed twice, shaking his head regretfully as he shot: "It's a pity! ”

Then he turned around and shot the mistress on the ground again, ran over and kicked the man, who had not moved at all, and then ran out of the door. By this time there were already many people poking their heads out of the hallway outside the door, and they all saw an SS officer running downstairs with a suitcase, still holding a pistol with a light smoke in his hand.

"Kill!" a shrill shout and five gunshots destroyed the quiet night sky, the lights around him gradually turned on, and the Jewish residents living in and around the building put on their clothes and walked out of their houses.

The police car arrived an hour later, and a few sleepy-eyed police officers recorded the indignation and annoyance of the surrounding Jewish residents.

"They said that they saw the Führer's SS attack, and that there was more than one person who testified about it, and that they were afraid that we would be biased and that they were still standing around here. One policeman told his boss, "It's hard to deal with right now. ”

"How's the scene going?" asked the officer in charge, frowning.

"Five shots were fired at the scene, and the exact pistol depends on the examination report of the corpse. A policeman stepped forward and reported: "The safe has been opened, and the money inside is gone." ”

"Call the SS duty room and ask them what the hell is going on tonight?" the officer quietly stepped back and instructed the policeman behind him, "It's still the old way, remember if they said they needed to be verified, or if they said they needed to be asked." Those two words are important! See?"

"Sir!" a policeman rushed over.

"What's the matter?" said the officer, annoyed, impatiently.

"The SS is coming! They have received a report that someone is posing as an SS man!" said the policeman, panting.

"This confuses me, what the hell is going on tonight?" the officer waved his hand, "Come with me and see! ”

Several policemen came to the mouth of the alley, where about three rows of Jewish residents were confronted with about thirty SS soldiers outside the alley. The SS men were rifles and gladly pointed at the unarmed inhabitants, who were clearly not disturbed by the agitated inhabitants because they were well trained and ruthless.

When the officer on duty walked to the mouth of the alley, pushed away the crowd, and looked at the row of SS soldiers with guns, he was so frightened that cold sweat dripped down his helmet and directly onto the back of his neck: "General, General, Your Excellency." What's wrong with you?"

Standing behind the two rows of soldiers, surrounded by several SS officers, was none other than the German SS general (this general was not a Wehrmacht rank), one of Führer Accardo's favorite cronies, Reinhardt Heydrich.

"Long live the Führer!" suddenly realizing that he seemed to be rude, the officer hurriedly raised his right hand and saluted: "Long live the Great German Party!"

"The murderer ran away?" Heydrich frowned and fiddled with his leather gloves, which were a birthday present from Führer Accardo himself, so he always cherished them and never left them.

"Your Excellency, when we arrived, we had indeed already run away!" an eyewitness said that he was wearing an SS uniform...... "The officer replied softly past the soldiers, as far as Reinhardt could go.

"That's camouflaged! There was already a case of the same modus operandi in the 7th block yesterday! Deliberately shooting in a ghetto in the middle of the night, deliberately being seen dressing. Otherwise, do you think I can still stand here in the middle of the night?" Reinhardt narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly: "Bad planting, but I have to admit that it is very effective. ”

"Yes, yes!" the police officer nodded with a smile on his face and said, "Arrange police forces to protect nearby residential areas!" ”

"Well, let's do it!" Reinhardt waved his hand to signal for the officer to leave, and then he gave some orders to a few officers around him, and then got back into his car and left the alley under the protection of several cars. As soon as he left, the guards jumped into the truck with their guns on their backs, and within a few minutes they disappeared with the truck at the end of the street.

The next morning, the Führer's residence.

"Damn Junkers again! I didn't give them enough?" Accardo threw the newspaper in his hand on the couch and made a crackling sound: "Should I learn from Stalin and hang all these damn bugs on the street lamps!"

"Accardo, what makes you so angry? You're going to an important party with Miss Mercedes in a moment, don't get annoyed before eating!

Accardo pointed to the newspaper in Anna's hand: "Yesterday the Nazi Party won an election in a city and openly questioned my foreign policy! What is even more excessive is that they even went so far as to negate my economic policy! What is infuriating is that a group of Junker aristocrats there actually stood up and openly supported Hitler!"

"After all, it's just a small city!, and we still control all of Germany!, dear Führer!," Anna whispered to Accardo's cheek, pursed her red lips.

Accardo tilted his head, kissed Anna's delicate red lips lightly, and said with a forced smile: "The two of them colluded together, after all, it's not good news, if they make something out of control, I still have to spare energy to deal with it! What a bunch of cockroaches that don't bite! Disgusting!"

Then he sighed: "They used this momentum to seize the right to speak in a city, which is very detrimental to the party...... Tell Reinhardt to catch the murderer as much as he can! If this continues, our credibility will be questioned, and we will lose the support of the Jews!"

"Yes, my Führer!" Anna smiled and saluted, then walked out of Accardo's office with her round buttocks shaking.