Many people want others to devote themselves to their work, such as police, firefighters, and windows for civil work, etc., and basically everyone wants government functional departments to work enthusiastically in order to reduce the burden on the people. However, from high-ranking officials to ordinary people, there must be very few people who want the "secret police" to be enthusiastic and energetic about their work.

What's more, it is like a sword hanging over everyone's head, the "Imperial Social Order Security Bureau", for this powerful department of the imperial people who will realize "the next one is probably me" even if they mention it, there may be a black humor that can fully explain the problem.

- If you want to live, go to the police station and turn yourself in, and if you are caught by the Imperial Social Order Security Bureau, there is only one way to die! Act fast, otherwise there will be no police left!

This is somewhat exaggerated, no matter how much the police system and the Imperial Social Order Security Bureau are not subordinate to each other, even if there are police officers who are suspected of "treason" and "anti-society", it is basically handled by the police system internally, otherwise it will be handed over to Stasi, and it will not be the turn of the Imperial Social Order Security Bureau to point fingers. But at least this joke points out a cruel fact - being targeted by the Imperial Social Order Guarantee Bureau, the lives of ordinary civilians, especially third- and fourth-class citizens, are equivalent to an end.

In any case, it was also a powerful department that enshrined "it is better to kill the wrong than to let go" and "a sound mind is built on a sound body", and this group of diligent secret police is in the eyes of the public as the modern witch hunters, the modern Inquisition. This impression is reinforced by his secrecy style.

As Reinhard Heydrich, the first and current head of the Reich's Social Order Bureau and the Reich's chief policeman, nicknamed the "Blonde Beast" and "The Hard-Hearted", put it – the Reich's Social Order Bureau, the criminal police and the security forces are shrouded in the mystical image of a political detective story.

For the general public, the Imperial Social Order Bureau is synonymous with "terror" and "violence", and this department is always reminding all citizens not to take a step beyond the thunder pool, and asking everyone to pray that they will not make mistakes. In the eyes of those who regard the empire as a lifelong enemy and are willing to sacrifice their lives to pave the way for those who come after them, the Imperial Social Order Security Bureau is one of the most dangerous enemies.

Just one of them, the real most dangerous enemy is Stasi and the Emperor's personal guards, the former is pervasive and cunning, and the latter has the privileges granted by the emperor, and there are no scruples about moving their hands, where there is a personal guard, it will become a sea of corpses and blood.

The danger level of the Imperial Social Order Bureau is only higher than that of the criminal police, and it is far from that of Stasi and the Guards.

This is also fully reflected in the degree of their training, if it were Stasi and the guards to round up someone, they would definitely not engage in "clearance" that would arouse the subject's vigilance, they would have a more effective method.

That being said, it was also heavily armed garrison police, and in a way, a bunch of professional soldiers in police uniforms.

As a veritable police state, the Imperial Police was unparalleled at the time. There are police stationed in schools, auxiliary police in the community, railway police on trains, and public safety police on buses...... There are more than 10 types of special police alone, and there are more than 20 types of regular order police. Railways, Mines, Posts and Telecommunications, Finance, Military Production, Forestry, Agriculture, Dams, Rivers, Gold Prospecting, Forest Farms, Wildlife Protection...... There are corresponding police units in all important areas. In this complex structure, a well-defined division of labor, and at the same time a highly efficient state security system, the police stationed under the Imperial Social Order Guarantee Bureau are the group with the highest force value.

The garrison police are actually riot police, paramilitary units under the Imperial Social Order Guarantee Bureau, which are managed and trained in full accordance with the model of the army in peacetime, and they do not commute to work like ordinary policemen and do not go home to stay. All the police officers stationed in the barracks are concentrated in the barracks to live, live, and train (which is also the origin of the word "cantonment"), and live a semi-closed barracks life. The unit is well-trained and heavily armed with military weapons such as submachine guns, automatic rifles, machine guns, wheeled and tracked light armoured vehicles. It specializes in dealing with all kinds of civil emergencies, suppressing mass riots and riots in urban areas, as well as all kinds of terrorist incidents.

It is also their business to capture terrorists who threaten the Empire.

- I wish they would be lazy and not so diligent.

Filled with thoughts shared by all the subjects of the Empire, middle-aged men and young men reached out to the place where their weapons were hidden.

The middle-aged man hides a 9mm PPK pistol under his armpit, a standard police weapon, portable, small, and easy to make a big hole in his chest or knock his entire face away with an empty bullet. The young man did not carry a firearm, but a piece of crystal was sewn into the cuff of his shirt.

The battle readiness was completed, and the young man put his hands on the window.

In the face of military automatic weapons, the reading room has near-zero protection, and a single machine-gun fire or a few grenades can turn an entire reading room into a slaughterhouse. But it's better than nothing, and it is still possible to block pistol bullets, grenade shrapnel, machine gun bullets, and rifle bullets from certain angles.

But in this way, the two boys in the uniform of the Youth League will also be involved in this senseless killing.

Everyone knows that in the face of hostage-taking terrorists, as long as the hostages are not first-class citizens or have the authorization of the on-site commander, the way for the police stationed in the camp to rescue them is always to shoot the hostages first, and then the negotiators who persuade them to surrender shout, "Listen, the hostages have been killed by us!"

They don't like their fellow citizens who are numb to everything, and those who wear imperial collars but enjoy themselves, and even take pride in them, disgust them.

But even so, they don't want to involve innocent people in their own fights, because then they are no different from terrorist groups like the "FNI" – whether subjective or not, mobs that involve unarmed civilians in killing. And in the eyes of young people, it is an intolerable defilement to involve those who have been kept in captivity by the empire in their own battles. This is their war, and the guys who are keen to be in imperial captivity do not deserve to be involved.

This is the reserve of young people, and it is also the bottom line.

The technique had been drawn in his mind, a strong light spell, a popping sound spell, and a strong wind spell, which was enough for the garrison police officers who rushed in to drink a pot, and at the same time let them rush outside, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

It's all ready, just waiting for the uninvited guests to come in.

As the seconds passed, the expected police officers in the barracks wearing gas masks and tactical vests never rushed in, and just as the two of them pondered what was going on, a fierce explosion and gunfire were heard.

The crisp burst of submachine gun fire was so close that the two men almost took action, and thanks to their vast experience, just before they took action, they could tell that the shots were coming from other directions. He then put away his weapon and crouched down with his head in his hands.

The target is not them, is it some other organization, or is it a foreign spy?

With a question, the young man slipped under the table, just in time to meet a pair of frightened eyes.

Compared to the composure of the young people, Marseille and Ricardo are a little unbearable.

Not all uniformed soldiers are soldiers, and a paramilitary education is not necessarily a qualified soldier, and it is impossible to compare with veterans who have been sharpened physically and mentally into killing machines. Trembling at the sound of gunfire, holding his head and shrinking into a ball or something...... It's honestly nothing, and suddenly listening to real gunshots and explosions up close without warning, without peeing your pants, is already something to be praised. Many recruits don't necessarily do that.

However.

- Well, that guy ......!!

The whole body trembled and could not be stopped, the teeth hit up and down to make a "click" sound, but a fierce emotion of embarrassment and chagrin churned in Marseille's heart, and the swollen urine in his lower abdomen was suppressed.

In a nutshell, this is what is known as "anger and shame".

Across a few tables, the young man who had left a certain wonderful word before was looking at him, his eyes were as cold as before, but there was a hint of malice on the corner of his mouth.

Even if you don't say it, you can understand that it is a contemptuous smile that is characteristic when you see others make a fool of yourself.

A little bare was enough to make Marseille feel annoyed, and what was even more odious was that the man seemed to sense Marseille's state and thoughts, and the defiant smile on his face deepened, and he deliberately gave a thumbs up and pointed to the ground.

- This damn fellow!!

Marseille, who was completely detonated, was just about to get up to refute it, when a more intense gunfire came, followed by several violent explosions that frightened the half-crouched Marseille to his knees.

As if he couldn't bear this funny scene any longer, the young man laughed out loud, and Marseille, who was ashamed and angry, was stunned for a moment, and a blush quickly crept up his cheeks.

Swearing in the name of the Mother Goddess and the Emperor, through the sound of gunfire and explosions, into his ears, laughter like the chirping of a bird.

It's a girl's voice.

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The shootout eventually lasted a quarter of an hour or so, and when the café's hole-ridden door slammed to the ground, the last living hapless ghost was lifted out and put in a belated ambulance. A total of 15 citizens were killed in the shootout, two were seriously wounded, two of the three terrorists were shot and killed, and one was shot in the leg and both arms. Officially, all three terrorists were members of the "National Restoration Front".

At the same time, shootouts broke out in various parts of the Lüdes Special Administrative Region, in which a varying number of terrorists and citizens were killed.

It should be said that the efficiency of the empire can be fully demonstrated from this kind of thing, what happened at noon, by two o'clock in the afternoon the official announcement had been made, and even the funerals, insurance compensation, and family pensions of all the dead had been in place.

It's almost as if you knew what was going to happen and what the outcome would be.

No.

Not simply, the Empire's security system does know everything and has everything in its hands, because it was they who planned it from start to finish.

"All the actions have had the desired effect, the pieces of the puzzle have been released, the rats have indeed received the message, and then-"

The young man in black uniform withdrew his gaze from the window, and behind him the sunny and smooth lawn was empty, and none of the citizens who were keen to picnic on the lawn could be seen, and the streets farther away, pedestrians were sparse, and whenever they walked in front of the building, people always lowered their heads and quickened their pace.

Located on the south bank of the Seine, the headquarters building of the Reich Social Order Guarantee Bureau is a new 60-storey building built on the basis of the old site after the demolition of the Reich des Invalides. The whole building adopts a modular steel structure design, which is built quickly, and has better load-bearing and explosion-proof capacity than reinforced concrete structures, and is said to be able to withstand a magnitude 9 earthquake. The exterior of the building is made of tempered glass and the latest bulletproof glass, which is said to be impossible to shake even from truck bombs or high-temperature incendiary bombs. At the top of the building stands a marble eagle emblem sculpture symbolizing the empire, a giant eagle with a height of 15 meters spreads its wings, claws grasp the laurel wreath, the center of the ring is the imperial iron cross, under the eagle emblem, a huge black, white and red tricolor flag slowly hangs down, dividing the building into two.

The citizens of Lüdes privately call this building a "tombstone", which has two meanings: one is that the bulletproof glass used in the building has been specially treated, and only black reflections can be seen from the outside, and the whole building looks like a tombstone standing on the ground from a distance, which is gloomy and terrifying;

And the one who dominates this evil building, which is enough to decide the lives of millions of citizens in the Lüdes Special Administrative Region and even all the people in the entire empire, is none other than one of the caretakers of the dark forces of the empire, known as the "blonde beast", "the hard-hearted", and "the imperial decapitator", the director of the Imperial Social Order Guarantee Bureau - Reinhard Heydrich. That is, the elven officer in front of him who was wearing a black uniform, with a handsome face, but a suspicious gaze.

"Let's let the rats suspect each other that a hostile organization has betrayed themselves and started cannibalism, right?"

The young officer sitting on the sofa responded with humility and arrogance, wearing a black uniform similar to Heydrich's, but the one he wore was closer to a military uniform than the uniform of the Imperial Social Order Guarantee Bureau, which had a strong police atmosphere, and there was an armband composed of a sword and shield on the sleeve of his right arm, and a circle of Gothic embroidery around the sword and shield underneath.

Our honor is loyalty.

"Familiar recipe, familiar taste, isn't it? Whether it is a guerrilla group or a terrorist organization, as long as the common people do not have the motivation and will to rebel, they are just a group of rootless wanderers, and sooner or later they will kill each other in order to fight for living space. We just need to do a good job of propaganda work, let the people understand 'who is the good guy and who has done bad things', and then wait for the rats to fight for the results, and then come out to clean up the mess." ”

"It's like in the old days. ”

"yes, it's still the same. ”

Looking at each other and smiling, the two crystal glasses filled with red wine were raised high and touched lightly.

"Happy hunting. ”

"Happy hunting. ”

The bloodthirsty smile illuminated by the bright red wine resembles two hungry wolves staring at piglets.