At a small airport outside Rotterdam in the Netherlands, three Odin helicopters descend slowly. The whirlwind whipped up by the giant propellers, blowing up the yellow blades of grass and a little snow around them, and the winters here were not as cold as those on the eastern front, but they were definitely not warm.

A German SS officer jumped out of the helicopter, his black uniform was unusually straight, and the belt buckles on his body were all silver high-grade products, which looked more classy than the average SS. The officer stood next to the plane until the man in the black suit jumped off before following him out of the whirlpool created by the helicopter.

"Long live the Führer! It is a great honor to meet you. A man in a brown plaid suit and a top hat was already waiting on the edge of the airport tarmac, and when he saw the man in a black suit, he immediately took off his hat respectfully and said hello.

The man in the black suit is a little tall and thin, and the suit looks hand-cut, very fit and straight. He carried a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, which had ceased to be produced since it was called the Führer's Custom. The dial has a faintly visible coat of arms, but it is only a polished reflective surface, and no expensive materials are used - of course, no one in Europe dares to ask about the price of this watch.

The strategic decisive battle on the Eastern Front was in full swing, but Accardo came to the Netherlands alone, and even his inseparable Anna did not follow him, just because he promised Dönitz to personally attend a submariner's funeral.

The efficient Accardo did not simply waste such a trip, he concealed his itinerary, leaving Anna to confuse some people with ulterior motives, and he went to the Netherlands first, and he wanted to go to the occupation zone of Category A, that is, the future German territory, to see how bad his policy was finally implemented.

So the Reich's plane flew to Berlin first, and then Anna, with Accardo's stand-in and the messy attaché, rested for a day and then took the train to Rotterdam, while himself, with his personal escort, took a helicopter to the field airfield.

"Franck, I'm glad you came to pick me up, and I think I'll be very relieved if you come to arrange this trip. Accardo smiled and held out his hand and shook hands with Frank Ellstoner, who was in a suit. In order not to let his subordinates deceive his eyes, Accardo arranged for businessmen like Frank Ellstoner to arrange his trip.

The reason for this reassurance is that the interests of businessmen like Frank Ellstoner are already firmly linked to Accardo, and everything he does can be said to be given by Accardo, so there is no possibility that anything will go wrong. Moreover, Accardo's security level had not been reduced in the slightest, and he was still surrounded by fanatical followers of the 0th SS Division.

Frank Ellstoner has really been in the thick of things lately, and he has gone from being an obscure long-term owner of a small aircraft that Krupp had never heard of to become the largest supplier of helicopters to the German military in just a few months. His Odin helicopters are in short supply, four production lines are being expanded, and even the Führer can speak in front of him - this can be said to be a typical example of flying on a branch and becoming a phoenix.

However, he is still very low-key, does not often attend those boring banquets, this aircraft manufacturer with the blood of traditional Germans in his bones, fanatically in love with mechanical design this kind of system engineering, he organized a large number of aircraft designers, specializing in the design of all kinds of strange aircraft, as a representative of advanced technology to promote product competitiveness, he is keen to design simpler and more practical helicopters.

However, it would be a big mistake to regard such a man as a good man and a woman, and if anyone remembers that he first proposed the plan to blackmail British aircraft designers with prisoners of war, it will be known that this man was not exactly a businessman, but also a very clever conspirator. In Poland he owned four concentration camp industries, and worked day and night to supply his planes with all kinds of simple parts, and at least in this respect, he was no different from other German capitalists, who made profits from brutal exploitation.

"I have prepared the materials you wanted, my Führer. As he walked to the car, Frank Ellstoner said flatteringly. His tone was very humble, after all, the tall and thin man standing in front of him had a transcendent status. In front of Accardo, Frank was really good-tempered, and even his voice was full of sunshine: "Since July, 24 companies have canceled workers' vacations and dissolved workers' rights unions. This was done in private, and they relied on their background to do whatever they wanted in the Netherlands and Belgium, in violation of the Third Reich Workers Protection Act, which you had issued. ”

"None of these companies include you, right?" said Accardo, leaning his hand on the car door, looking at Frank Ellstoner, raising an eyebrow and raising the corners of his mouth. The black paint on the doors of the car was unusually smooth, mirroring Accardo's face: Mercedes-Benz's signature luxury car is not something that rich people can own - you have to be very rich.

Frank Ellstoner hurriedly waved his hand: "How is it possible, my Führer, that I Frank have never broken the laws of the empire and oppressed the workers. "For a businessman, he dares to deceive God as long as he has 3 times the profit, and more than 5 times the profit is enough to make them stand by the side of the devil, so when Frank raised his hand and swore an oath, Accardo sneered and turned into the car.

Handing the documents in his hand to the SS officer standing by the window, Accardo opened his mouth and gave his order: "Find a trustworthy officer, check it out for me, don't alarm these people, bring back the verified information and give it to me." Got it?"

"Yes! The officer turned and took two steps back, and Accardo's car drove slowly, a full ten cars, out of the airport gates, and into the middle of a beautiful wood, the straight boulevard.

Just like every emperor in history, the more dictators they are, the more they have to face a fatal problem, that is, the final execution of their own orders. This question is about whether an empire as a whole is advancing or going backwards, and whether the emperor is a great powerhouse or a mediocre fool.

Emperors or dictators try their best to supervise the execution of their orders, such as setting up secret agencies, establishing perfect supervision mechanisms, and so on, but history has proved that no matter how sound the system is, it has limitations, and no matter how good the intentions are, it cannot stand the distortion and trampling of a group of scum.

Therefore, how to make one's eyes see more clearly has become the common research goal of all high-ranking people, and no one wants to be deceived by others, especially smart people or people who think they are smart. Luckily, Accardo was born in a country that valued institutions and had some more rigid people. If he had been reborn in a kingdom ruled by one man for thousands of years, all he could do now would be endless infighting.

But even in such a country where the rules are relatively well-established and the people are more disciplined, Accardo found that there are still people who are trying their best to dig into the corners of the empire and try their best to exploit the loopholes in the law. So he planned to see for himself, to see with his own eyes what he had only seen in the report before, to see if anyone really dared to disobey him, the great head of the empire.

"This is my second time in Rotterdam. The last time I came here as a victor who had just taken over this place, the smoke had not yet cleared, and black smoke was still rising everywhere. In the rickety car, Accardo said to Frank Ellstone, who was sitting beside him, "My army can destroy any enemy who defy my will, but it cannot take out the bastard moths of the Empire." I want this empire to be strong and strong, and these moths are stabbing my empire!"

"Not all of them are as far-sighted as you, my Führer. Frank Ellstoner followed up with a quick slap before he continued: "A lot of people have wealth that doesn't match their IQ, they have whiskey in their heads, so they don't think about it. ”

"You are a new type of commercial pilot that I have set up, don't be greedy for the cheap in front of you and let me down!, understand?" Accardo looked out the window and suddenly said: "Put away all those practices of playing the system and rubbing the edges, and I promise you will only have more money...... But if you keep doing that, I'm going to find someone who is more worth investing in, you know what that means. ”

Frank Ellstoner was shocked, and then humbled even more. He had already made a trade-off in his mind, and the first thing he did when he returned was to change the factory system in Holland, Belgium, and France to be more in line with imperial law. Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and continued: "My Führer, I understand what to do. ”

"The last time I visited, there was smoke everywhere, and I saw hatred and despair. Accardo nodded, ignoring the frightened Frank Ellstoner, as if talking to himself: "When I came this time, there was still smoke everywhere, but the flames of hatred were suppressed behind the peace. Hopefully the next time I come, it will change a little bit here, change a little bit. ”