Battle of the Third Reich

Watching the last commando leave the lounge, Welbe turned and walked quickly towards an obscure door.

The action has already begun, he has done everything he should do, the eye of Odin has invested a lot of money for this action, the rest is only to see God's arrangement.

Welbey is a professional intelligence officer. He only cares about how to complete the tasks assigned to him by his boss. Other issues are not within his consideration. However, after he got the detailed description of the mission, Welbe first had a doubt about the boss's intentions. Although the boss directly under the commander often gave orders that were confusing at first glance, after careful consideration, Welbey could always see some general intentions.

However, this time Welbey couldn't see what trick the lieutenant colonel wanted to do, and what benefits the empire could gain from a long-lost former leader.

Welbe’s doubts are limited to this. A professional spy should be aware that any attempt to explore the truth of his mission is unwise and dangerous, because this often involves the top secrets between countries. The more outstanding agents are, the more You should know how to protect yourself.

Welbe opened the small door and entered the study next door to the lounge. The last owner of the villa was a Mexican banker who reportedly suffered a fatal blow during the nightmarish economic crisis. He finally committed suicide with a court summon in this study. The villa was later taken into custody by the court, but because the owner’s end was a little bit miserable, the superstitious Mexican believed that it was cursed, so it has been vacant there for more than a decade, and no one dared to pay attention until a month ago. It was bought by Verbe as an American upstart. The Mexicans felt that they had slaughtered a foreign fat sheep, and Welbe also thanked them for being able to complete the first step of the plan so easily. Both parties were very happy.

Welbe walked to the wall of the study and uncovered the lousy landscape painting on the wall to reveal the safe behind. Carefully opened the combination lock, Welbey swiftly piled everything in the safe on the desk, took out a leather bag from under the desk, and put a thick stack of passports on the table, identity Proof documents, a delicate black velvet cloth bag and more than thirty bundles of US dollars were put in. Welbey carefully reviewed the remaining documents and selected several important contracts and documents and communication records and stuffed them into the leather bag. Then opened the desk drawer, took out a paper bag from inside, and put all the remaining files into the paper bag. After doing all this, Welbey easily lit a cigarette to buckle the lock of the leather bag, and then walked out of the study with a leather bag under his arm with a leather bag in his hand.

Following the stairs by the study, Welbetti carried the leather bag to the roof of the villa. This is a very spacious platform with some tables and chairs scattered around, and even an exquisite swing stand. The former owner may often take his family here to enjoy a cool and quiet night in Mexico after dinner. The platform is surrounded by an elegantly decorated white plaster fence and a beautiful wooden dovecote in the corner, painted with white paint.

Welbe looked around with a cigarette in his arms, and then carried the leather bag into the dovecote.

The interior of the dovecote has been renovated. Except for the appearance, it has not seen anything related to the previous use. On the side facing the street, a small chair and a table are placed. On the table is a magnet phone and A high power telescope.

Welbe walked to the table to put down his leather bag, dragged the chair to the siding and sat down. He took out his pocket watch from his pocket and looked at the time. Then he pulled a moving baffle on the siding and picked up the telescope to observe the street. Got up.

Now the street still looks the same, the violent sunlight is still trying to squeeze out the last drop of water on the asphalt road, and the two Mexican conscientious people in front of the villa's wicket across the villa have re-hidden into their sentry box, Gonzalez was still arguing with the painters, and the sound was so loud that he could hear it here. It was really an energetic man.

Welbe saw his two assault team members. They were now lurking quietly beside the front wall and side door of his villa, waiting for a signal to launch an attack.

Everything was under control. It felt very good. Welby shook the handle of the magnet phone a few times and then picked up the handset.

"Captain, everything is ready, how about you?"

Welbe picked up the telescope and continued to observe the situation on the street.

"I'm on standby, major."

A low answer came from the phone.

"How is the goal now?"

"Two minutes ago, the target turned around in the garden, and now he is back in the house."

"Today is not a good day for a walk, I think we... they came, captain, be prepared, and remember to keep your goals safe anyway."

Just while talking, two black cars appeared on the street and stopped at a distance of more than twenty meters from the villa opposite.

"I understand, major."

The phone continued to answer calmly.

"Very well, you can move at will."

Welbey put down the phone without waiting for the other party to answer. From the telescope, he could clearly see a guy in a raincoat climbed down from one of the cars, and then slowly walked along the sidewalk towards the opposite villa. .

Raincoat? This Spanish idiot, how could anyone wear a raincoat on the street in this weather, how could the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs People's Committee train this kind of thing.

Verbe watched angrily as the figure walked slowly towards the small door. But what happened to him never happened, and the two Mexican masters opened the door like this and put the guy who had a problem with it.

"They even greeted him with a smile! Is the quality of Mexican scrutiny worse than this?"

Welbe stunned and let go of the heart he had just raised.

Thank God! Welbe crossed his chest, but also because the two insights were slow enough, otherwise the plan of action would be completely disrupted.

"This is the No. 2 goal? What a crappy assassin!"

Just as Major Welbe thanked God, Captain Cornegg sighed.

Through the quadruple scope lens, Captain Konig carefully observed his primary goal. The other person had a hood on his head and could not see his face, but he was very young in terms of body movement. The data shows that this Spanish talent named Mercat is only in his twenties, has received special training, and is a member of the special operations team of the Soviet National People's Committee.

Captain Cornegg had never seen an assassin before, but he was convinced that there would never be a more crappy assassin in the world than the disguise in front of him. It can be seen from the posture of walking and the unusual shaking of the hem of the trench coat that the guy has a heavy thing hidden in the trench coat pocket, which should be a weapon.

Seeing the target walk into the room, Connig turned the scope to the room where Target One was.

Captain Connig was temporarily transferred to Mexico by the headquarters to participate in this operation. Before this, he had never dreamed that he would be so far from home. Konig participated in the last war and was an extremely experienced war veteran. Because of this, he was fortunate to stay in the army and become a member of the 100,000 Army after the last war. He is a mountain combat expert and a top sniper. Although the captain has always claimed to be an expert in mountain tactics, all people who know him are unanimously recognized that compared with his exquisite sniper skills, his mountain combat tactics are not worth mentioning at all.

Captain Hans Conig was serving in the First Mountain Infantry Division before being thrown into Mexico by the headquarters. He served as the commander of a mountain infantry company. But just when he stood on the foothills of the snow-capped Alps and wanted to make persistent efforts, the command headquarters transferred him to the hot Mexico.

Prior to this, the captain had heard about the spy business. When he was young, he had a longing for the mysterious and exciting life, but he never thought that he would become one of them one day. He was a bit worried. Years old, is it a bit late to change the stove now? But when he saw Major Welbe, he realized that it was not for him to be a spy, but that he took a fancy to his sniper skills and let him complete a special sniper mission. The captain sighed with relief, a little regret in his heart.

The first goal of this operation appeared in the sight, with gray hair, a pair of beautiful goatees like his comrade-in-law Lenin, and a pair of huge glasses. The great founder of the Red Army is now squatting. Work hard at the desk.

Captain Konig has been monitoring him for a week. This old man does have an admirable personality charm, especially when he is pondering, sometimes it will bring an invisible sense of oppression. It is very powerful and worthy of it. For those who have mastered the national armed forces.

The assassin was introduced into the study by the guards. He humbly handed over a piece of things to Trosky, and then stood sideways with his hands. Connig gently opened the insurance of his Mauser 98 shotgun.

Tolowski seemed to be in a good mood today. He chatted with the assassin for a few words before turning to the desk with the copy. Toloski put on his glasses, and then read the book carefully, while the assassin began to move quietly towards the old man's back.

Conig moved the muzzle slightly, pressing the gloomy young face against the top of the T-line of the sight. The sniper adjusted his breath and caught his finger on the trigger. He watched the young assassin slowly pull out his weapon from the trench coat pocket.

That's an ice pick. As a mountain infantry expert, Conig is very familiar with this climbing tool. The pickaxe head made of white copper, in order to be able to hide in the trench coat, the murderer also specially cut off the wooden handle, and now the gleaming ice pickaxe is slowly raised against the old head of Toroschi.

Konig pulled the trigger without hesitation, the gunshot was crisp and loud.

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