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After tidying up his outfit and hairstyle in front of the room, Zhang Ang opened the door and walked straight in.

Pulling out a chair and sitting down, propping his hands on the table, Zhang Ang began to look at the young man who looked a little nervous opposite.

Seeing that he pursed his lips and fidgeted, Zhang Ang waved his hand: "Don't be so nervous, today is just an ordinary conversation, just answer truthfully." ”

After waiting for a while, Zhang Ang took out a pen and paper and asked, "Name?"

"Himmler, Heinrich Himmler. The young man replied, still full of nervousness.

Zhang Ang continued to ask, "Age?"

"25, hmm...... Yes, 25 years old. After a moment's hesitation, the young man affirmed.

Zhang Ang's voice was like a machine: "Nation?"

"Germanic, purebred Germanic!" his tone was very affirmative this time.

......

After the basic information was recorded, Zhang Ang began to get to the point: "Then you will talk about the incident in Potsdam, let's say it again, according to the same time, there will be no mistakes or omissions." ”

"At that time, we received the task and set off early in the morning, led by Captain Karl, and the other members of the team had ......" The young man told the whole story in an orderly manner.

After a period of telling and recording, Zhang Ang put down his pen and praised without hesitation: "You have done a good job in this matter, especially you, the plan is very good, step by step to suppress people, without bloodshed, you have stabilized the situation on the Potsdam side, and you have done a very good job." ”

Himmler hurriedly said modestly: "No, no, no, no, it's all the result of everyone's concerted efforts, I just came up with an idea, the hardest and most dangerous is Captain Karl and them." If they hadn't gone deep into the tiger's den, improvised and scared the Jews on the spot, the plan wouldn't have gone so smoothly......"

Zhang Ang interrupted him with a smile: "No, modesty is good, but excessive modesty is pride, this mission, you are the greatest, not to mention the back, it is the front, if you don't see through the conspiracy of the Sorbians, this time your team is afraid to lose most of it." Of course, we will also reward others for their contributions. Your efforts are also in the eyes of the organization, this mission, you will be rewarded with 1000 merit points!"

"1000 points?" Himmler was stunned by the number, his mouth wide open, and he was speechless for a moment.

"It's only 1,000 points, no fuss. Rewarding members for their contributions is our original intention to establish this merit point system, and your contribution is worth so many merit points!" Zhang Ang paused and continued: "Okay, the rewards are distributed, let's move on to the next stage." ”

"What's next?" Himmler looked puzzled: "Isn't the mission reported?"

"Huh. Zhang Ang laughed: "If it's just a report on the mission, why do I need to be the chief of staff to record it personally? I have another matter to discuss with you here." ”

"What's the matter?" Himmler said in front of him, calming his breathing.

"Although there are a lot of people in our relevant departments now, most of them are reckless people who only know how to use their hands, and there are not many people who can use their brains, so it is difficult to come in handy. Zhang Ang said.

"What do you mean?" Himmler didn't quite understand.

"Do you know what the original intention of our relevant department is?" Zhang Ang asked rhetorically.

"It is responsible for maintaining the rules and regulations of the organization, punishing those who engage in favoritism and irregularities, and it is a department that maintains discipline within the party. Himmler detailed.

"Yes, so, we should be more independent, and we shouldn't get involved with those reckless people in the field department. Zhang Ang said seriously.

"And what are you going to do?" Himmler asked respectfully.

"Now that our German National Socialist Party is growing bigger and bigger, and the number of members is increasing, some departments will also carry out certain rectifications. Zhang Ang explained: "For example, the field support department will be expanded to a great extent, and a large number of new members will be added, and the number of people in the entire department will be 3 to 5 times the original number, which is more than any other department." So after the rectification, they will be called SS!"

"SS?army?" Himmler frowned, "the name is inappropriate, if the gendarmerie knew about it......"

"It's okay, it's okay if the gendarmerie knows, don't care about them. Zhang Ang continued with a smile: "The SS, that is, our army of the German National Socialist Party, protects everyone, clears the enemy, and so on, is a complete combat department. ”

"So, what does this have to do with our relevant departments?" Himmler wondered.

"We will also be integrated into this SS," Chang Ang explained, "We will be reorganized into an internal SS picket detachment, which will be in charge of maintaining discipline within the party, and will do things like finding moths and catching traitors." According to our current plan, in addition to our internal picket detachment, the future SS will also have a foreign combat detachment that will provide mobile support to other cities, a headquarters defense detachment that will remain at the headquarters of the Berlin Guard, and a special intelligence gathering detachment, a total of four detachments. ”

"So, what do you mean by me?" Himmler seemed to understand something.

"Yes, I interrupted you to be the captain of the internal SS picket detachment!" Zhang Ang said directly.

"No, no, no, you must be mistaken. Himmler's face was incredulous: "In the entire relevant department, my strength can be said to be the lowest group, there are many people who are stronger than me, and there are many people who have made more contributions than me, such as Hess and Ribbin, they are all very good members, how can such a heavy responsibility be entrusted to me?"

"You don't have to be modest. Zhang Ang said in detail: "I naturally have a reason to choose you, Hess, Ribin, they are sinners with stronger martial arts strength, and they have completed enough tasks and made enough contributions, but they are not good leaders, they do not have a mind to think in all directions! They command and stare at their own one-third of an acre, but they do not have a view of the overall situation, the overall situation. Such a person, of course, is enough to lead a combat squad of 5 people and 10 people, but to lead a large detachment or department of several hundred people, they are not able to catch it. So they don't fit. ”

After a pause, Zhang Ang continued: "And you, you are different, for example, this task in the city of Potsdam, if you give them this task, it is nothing more than to do it yourself, kill the Sorbians, or the Jews, at most the most, you will kill more people, and your own losses will be smaller, and that's it." But you are different, you are smart enough, you know how to use tactics, you know how to use power to suppress people, you know how to divide people, and you know how to get the best results at the lowest cost! This is the most important talent that leaders need to have! Therefore, this position is only yours!"

"But, but, I'......m afraid," Himmler hesitated, unable to continue.

"I know what you're worried about, it's just that you're afraid that you won't be able to obey the public, and you're afraid that your colleagues will be jealous of you, won't listen to orders, and secretly stumble on you. Zhang Ang stared at him and encouraged: "But don't be afraid, when you become the captain of this detachment, you will directly belong to me, directly responsible for me, I will support you, help you, so that you have enough time and conditions to establish your prestige." ”

"That'...... May I think about it?" Himmler hesitated for a moment, but still did not agree.

"Of course, you can, but the department will start soon, and there is not much time left for you. Zhang Ang smiled, no embarrassment for him.

"Then, can I leave?" Himmler looked at Zhang Ang with a somewhat evasive look.

"Of course, go for it. After thinking about it, Zhang Ang answered: "It is also appropriate to go back and discuss with Lord Yinying." ”

As soon as he stood up and was about to leave, when he heard this, Himmler fell into an ice cave, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

"You...... Got it?" Himmler's voice trembled a little, and there was fear in it.

"Oh, I know, from the first day I met you, I knew it, but it's not a big deal, is it?" Zhang Ang smiled kindly: "Okay, okay, go ahead, don't think so much."

Himmler didn't know how he had left headquarters and how he had returned home, but now he was hiding under the covers, feeling chills all over his body, and not having the slightest strength.

His mind was in chaos, and countless thoughts were growing, fermenting, exploding in it......

How did the chief of staff know that I was from the gendarmerie?

When did he find out? When did he first meet me? Was he going to deliver something at headquarters, or was he training at a farm outside the city?

Why didn't he kill me? All the undercover traitors have been sunk into the river?

Why wasn't he afraid that the gendarmerie would know? Why did he tell me to consult with Lord Silverhawk?

Why did you know that I was an undercover agent of the gendarmerie, but still reused me and made me the captain of the detachment?

Does he have anything to do with Lord Silverhawk?

What is the guard of honor behind him? Is it really the Holy See?

By the way, why was the previous operation of the gendarmerie suddenly canceled? Are there any of them in the gendarmerie?

......

Countless questions popped up, but he couldn't think of an answer to any of them.

No, we can't go on like this, we need to get in touch with the gendarmerie!

I've been discovered! I can't be an undercover agent anymore! I'm going to quit!

Thinking of this, Himmler suddenly lifted the quilt and got up, and walked towards the nearest secret contact point.

He didn't have time to put on makeup and dress up to hide his figure, and he didn't have time to care if anyone was following him, so he went straight to the contact point.

A signal that there is an emergency, a signal that there is important information to report, a signal that needs emergency support, and a signal that attracts the Silver Eagle immediately......

One by one, all the signals that he usually uses were sent out by him.

Then Himmler ran home, rewrapped in the covers, revealing only a pair of eyes, staring closely at the windows and doors, waiting for contact from his superiors.

From dusk to the bright moon in the middle of the sky.

From the setting of the moon and the hanging of the stars, to the rising sun.

All night, Lord Silver Eagle did not come, nor did the superiors who contacted him, and no news came, as if none of the signals he had sent had existed.

Himmler's eyes were bloodshot, and his heart grew colder.

Why hasn't it come yet?

Why not come yet?

These two questions rolled in his heart countless times, until the sun fell on his face again, turning these two sentences into a sigh.

Alas, sure enough, it was abandoned.

Ghost gendarme, guardian in the darkness of the Empire, unsung hero.

What a funny joke, it's so funny!

Himmler wrapped himself in the quilt and laughed, leaning forward and backward with laughter, tears of laughter flowed out.

Finally, his laughter stopped, and he stared blankly at the window again.

Yes, he knew where the headquarters of the gendarmerie was, where the high-ranking members of the gendarmerie lived, and he knew the location of Lord Silvereagle's office inside out.

But he didn't dare to go!

The ghost gendarme is a secret gendarme, a gendarme whose identity must not be revealed, during training, he was warned countless times that he must hide his identity at all times, once exposed, it is death!

No one has ever taught him what to do if he doesn't die after revealing his identity.

Do you want to report back to the gendarmerie headquarters? And then become an ordinary gendarme? No matter how arrogant the German National Socialist Party is, it will not openly kill a regular gendarme.

But can I go back? Do I still have my files? Can I give up this mission? Can I become a regular gendarme?

Himmler didn't know any of this, but through this night's waiting, he understood a little bit as well.

Sure enough, a little person is a small person, in front of a big person, there is only a difference between available or unavailable, only a difference between useful and useless, and this time, I was treated as an outcast.

The German National Socialist Party has developed for such a long time, and there must be a lot of unfavorable evidence collected by the gendarmerie, and it is easy to find an excuse to move them. But why was the action, which was all prepared, finally canceled?

What agreement was reached? Was the two sides cooperating? Was there a relationship at the top? Or was the German National Socialist Party so strong enough that even the gendarmerie was no match for it?

Either way, it was not a good thing for Himmler.

I'm homeless......

Wrapped in a cup, Himmler thought quietly, his mind was no longer confused, he had stayed up all night without any fatigue, he was now clearer than ever!

Why did Chief of Staff Carter know my identity and reuse me and promote me?

It was certainly not for the sake of showing the gendarmerie, nor was it trying to play with me. Eliminate all the impossibilities, and there is only one possibility!

That is, he really appreciates my talent, so he wants to reuse me!

It's a little incredible, but it's the only possibility!

(To be continued.) )