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Himmler wore a thick robe, a turban, and a scarf, which covered most of his face, and was dressed like a foreigner. He looked left and right, and after making sure that no one was following, he walked into the bar.

After going to the bar and asking for a drink, he walked through the loud and laughing crowd to a remote corner of the bar, where he had made an appointment with someone else.

Other ordinary people may not know much about the news that Lord Silver Eagle, the chief of the gendarmerie, broke into the headquarters of the German National Socialist Party on a rainy night, but as a member of the relevant departments of the German National Socialist Party and the "ghost gendarme" of the Royal Gendarmerie, Himmler could not be more clear.

After a little analysis, he understood that Lord Silver Eagle was likely to attack the German National Socialist Party soon!

Faced with such a situation, Himmler's heart was very entangled. At first, he was a little reluctant, after all, he mixed well in this German National Socialist Party, not only had he already exchanged for a good light skill, but he could even save enough merit points to exchange for another martial art in the near future. Second, he was also a little relieved, after all, he was the gendarme of the Reich, fighting for the stability and prosperity of the German Empire, once the German National Socialist Party was swept away and banned, it also showed that he had completed his mission and made meritorious contributions to the country. Thirdly, he has been poisoned by the terrifying chief of staff, and I don't know if the gendarmerie can find an antidote for him after the action.

With such mixed feelings, Himmler waited quietly, but after waiting for a long time, he did not wait for the news of the action. Even took the initiative to post a post to ask, but only got some innocuous replies. Even Lord Silver Eagle, who had instructed him to contact him directly in the future, couldn't get in touch. This made him very worried, and his heart was uneasy.

There was no way, so he had to use his connections to find his former friend in the gendarmerie to inquire about the news, and today, here, is the time for them to connect.

While quietly tasting the somewhat bitter wine, he waited for his friend to arrive.

Finally, a voice came from the back of his head, a man sitting back to back with him, and one of his few friends in the gendarmerie: "Alas, Himmler, is it necessary for you to be so serious?

"It's not that I'm careful, the atmosphere in the organization has been very tense recently, all kinds of rectifications, and constant actions to clean up the wind, so I can't be careless, I don't want to die without knowing it. Himmler's tone was full of bitterness.

"Alas, I persuaded you at the time, the ghost gendarme is not so easy to be, you see, isn't this just trapped?"

"I'm like asking, what do you mean by going up there now? Are you going to prepare the other party, the German National Socialist Party?" Himmler asked directly: "Didn't Lord Silver Eagle come last time? Why is there no news after that?"

"What's going on...... To be honest, I'm quite aware of it, but I don't think there will be any action, at least for the short term. The friend thought for a moment and said.

"What do you mean, why not?" Himmler said, puzzled.

"You know, although the prime minister's illness has recovered and his health is recovering well, he has also resigned from his position and claimed to be cultivating at home, but in fact, he has retreated into the background. He said slowly for a long time.

"Isn't this the same as dealing with the German National Socialist Party, the Prime Minister has been well for more than a week? Himmler asked, puzzled.

"Yes, in fact, not long after the news of the Prime Minister's improvement was confirmed, the entire gendarmerie was canceled from leave and assembled, saying that there was a big operation. Although he didn't say who he was dealing with, everyone speculated that he was going to take action against the German National Socialist Party......" the friend recounted.

"When? Then why didn't you act?" Himmler looked impatient.

"On the second day of the Prime Minister's recovery, everyone was ready with weapons and ready to do a great job. But before we set off, there was a notice from above, the action was canceled, everyone returned to their posts, and what should they do......" explained the friend.

"Why did you cancel it? Who gave the order?" Himmler looked puzzled.

"Why did I know why it was canceled? But the only people at the top who can cancel such a big task, and besides, it is impossible for Lord Silver Eagle not to know, can't you contact Lord Silver Eagle directly? Why don't you ask him directly?" the friend asked rhetorically.

"Well, I see, thank you......" Himmler fell silent with his head bowed and lost his mind.

"It's okay, when you come back, just invite us to a celebration wine. The friend didn't say much: "Be careful when you go back yourself." ”

Then there was the sound of the cup being put down, and the footsteps of the chair being pushed away and leaving.

After a long time of silence and thought, Himmler could not figure out what to do, and at last, he sighed, put down his glass, and walked out of the bar.

After burning his camouflage clothes in the no-man's alley behind the bar and putting on a new set of clothes, he walked towards home with a dejected face.

walked home slowly, only to find that there was a person waiting for him at the door.

It was the tall Hess, his colleague in the relevant departments of the German National Socialist Party.

"Oh, you're back, I'm looking for you, where have you gone?" Hess greeted him, his face anxious.

Phew, it turned out that it had not been discovered, Himmler let out a sigh of relief and asked, "What is the matter?

"Of course, there is a task, now there is a shortage of manpower, the regulations are made, and then everyone's vacation is canceled, and we have to get busy, of course, we are the same. Hess explained.

"Mission, what mission?" Himmler asked.

"Is this a discipline rectification, it's the Field Support Department that can't help, the chief of staff sent us to help, it's not just me and you, Sokel, Ryder, Shurach...... Let's go, there are about a dozen people, it's a big operation!" Hess explained in detail.

"What kind of operation requires so many people?" Himmler was puzzled, you know, the entire department concerned is now less than 100 people.

"An expatriate mission, to Potsdam City!" Hess commanded, "Rest well tonight, get ready, come to the headquarters tomorrow morning, and then set off together!"

(To be continued.) )