Battle of the Third Reich

The action team dispatched by Jurgen is not an army unit, but a serious German police.

Hitler-ruled Nazi Germany was a real police country. Himmler and his group of evil geniuses established a national security system with a complex structure, a clear division of labor, and an extremely efficient national security. The tentacles of every inch of the country they rule, control the actions of the residents of this land.

Even if it is a person inside the system, I am afraid that not many people can tell exactly how many police types there are in Nazi Germany, because the special police are divided into more than ten categories, and the regular order police is more than twenty.

Whether it is railways, mines, post and telecommunications, finance, military production, forests, agriculture, dams and rivers, and even forest and wildlife protection, Germany has set up corresponding police units in almost every important area, so that for a period of time, Germany The police service has become the object of worship and learning in many Asian countries. The notoriously high police department in Japan is actually an oriental replica of the Gestapo political police. (Many anti-Japanese war novels regard "super high" as a Japanese army unit, which is what super high-tech Daisuke is often. In fact, it belongs to the Japanese Ministry of Internal Affairs, a pure police department, and its members have no army rank.)

A special police group under the General Security Administration was involved in this operation. The full-time task was to suppress and arrest the dangerous elements that threatened the security of the empire. During the economic depression in the 1920s and 1930s, violent crimes were rampant in Germany. At that time, German society was full of poor World War I veterans and various military weapons that were lost from the battlefield. Under the grim security situation, The German police can only maintain the stability of social order by continuously improving its combat effectiveness.

This action group was transferred from Sicily together with Jurgen. They had been busy cleaning up the group of Sicilian Mafia members. The Germans had a clear attitude towards the Mafia. Anyone who was unwilling to cooperate with the Third Reich would Prepare to go to the concentration camp to develop your family.

These people are real experts in armed raids and arrests. Although they are not familiar with the locals in Cairo, don’t forget the intelligence support of Agent Odin’s Eye.

As early as the Second Empire, the Germans established a classified intelligence network in Egypt to collect various important military intelligence in the British backyard. In the 1930s, no matter whether it was Canarys’ Spy Bureau or the Sixth General Security Bureau (the b3 subordinate department is responsible for North Africa intelligence collection.), many agents were dispatched here, and a large number of informants were bought at all costs.

Now the six offices of the Empire State Security Administration have merged with the Intelligence Service and become a subordinate department of the Eye of Odin. The overall strength has not weakened, but has also exceeded the most prosperous years.

The German intelligence network in Egypt has undergone strict screening and has cleared some of its personnel. Most of them are scammers who want to sell fake intelligence, and many are double-faced spies bought by Britain and France. In order to reach a deal with Germany, the Anglo-French Intelligence Department did not hesitate to hand over the list of these people. These people may have never dreamed that they would be sold by their masters.

The end of the double-sided spy was usually tragic, and the Third Reich never stubbornly showed its cruelest side to this type of traitor. It is said that in order to execute these double-sided spies, Odin’s eyes used a hundred Meter-long wire strings.

In the end, the German Intelligence Agency retained a fifteen-person spy team in Cairo, which controlled about 400 local informants. Of course, these people did not exist on the bright side. Only a few of the embassies were open to the public. Military intelligence officer.

Hudson’s whereabouts were discovered by an Egyptian informant, and it was a complete coincidence.

The Egyptian informant belonging to the German Intelligence Agency at the time, Mr. Abdul Said Ali, got a good bottle of spirits from a friend of his British. Obviously this is a serious violation of doctrine, but in the Arab region at the time, religious laws were not as strict as those of later generations.

This Mr. Ali is a small and well-known businessman in Cairo. He has a long history of metal processing workshops in his home. He often goes into the homes of the powerful people in the city to customize all kinds of metal utensils for daily use so that he can often contact Some internal news from the Egyptian government.

The spirit that Mr. Ali brought was not for his own enjoyment. He was preparing to go to Suiza to attend a friend's birthday party. This was a birthday gift for that friend. That friend was a distinguished RAF colonel, and he was very fond of spirits of various brands. Mr. Ali wants to expand the business of the processing plant in Suez. If someone from the British military comes forward, some procedures will become very simple.

Early the next morning, Mr. Ali took the prepared gift and set off in a Ford truck transporting goods in the factory. Cairo was about 130 kilometers away from the Suez Highway. 90% of the road needed to be crossed In the vast desert, it takes about four to five hours on the road.

The driver was Mr. Ahmed, the driver of Mr. Ali's workshop. He has been driving for Ali since he was 20 years old. He has been driving for almost fifteen years. He can be called an old driver, and his driving skills are very skilled. Ford trucks have been around for some years and the speed can't be raised, but Mr. Ali is not in a hurry, he has plenty of time.

It was very smooth along the way. By noon, they had seen the low mountains outside Suez City. This mountain range with an average height of more than 700 meters blocked the sand from the Arabian desert and achieved the prosperity of Suez Port. Two forks appeared in the road ahead, one leading to Suez and the other leading to Great Bitter Lake.

"Turn left, let's go around the canal." Somehow, the idea suddenly popped up in Mr. Ali's head.

"No problem, you are the boss." Ahmed turned the steering wheel without hesitation, and the Ford truck drove towards the banks of the Suez River a few kilometers away.

"What are we going to do over there? Mr. Ali." Ahmed held the cigarette Ali gave him.

"I just wanted to take a look at the canal, I haven't been here for a long time." Ali lit the cigarette and handed the match to the driver.

"I haven't been here for a long time. Remember to deliver Captain Crimson last time, do you still remember the captain? Mr. Ali, red hair, with an ugly rosacea." Ahmed was gleeful. Sign in front of the nose.

"Creesen is already a major, and if you let him know that you judge him like that, he will be happy to give you a few whips." Ali finished his laugh.

"Speaking of which, do you remember the second lieutenant called Hudson? He is still the second lieutenant." Ahmed's skillful one-handed lighted the match and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

"It should still be second lieutenant, how could I forget him, that stupid and greedy donkey." Mr. Ali obviously remembered a not so good memory.

"You're right. He cheated fifty Piast from me. If I meet him outside the barracks, I will definitely knock out his shit." Ahmed waved his fist.

"Then don't forget to cover your face, and help me punch a few punches by the way." Ali teased with a smile.

The truck drove along the road to the bank of the canal. The locals reclaimed a large area of ​​farmland along the river bank. The villagers also built a lot of small wooden structures with rammed earth walls. After a day of work, they can be comfortable Sit on the platform at the top of the building to admire the ships passing by the canal.

This area close to the Great Bitter Lake is gradually developing into a Cairo resort. Every summer, many Cairo citizens come here to enjoy the beach sun and the canal.

"The wind here is so comfortable, Mr. Ali." Ahmed stood beside the truck, stretching his arms comfortably.

"Yeah, you can't enjoy such fresh air in Cairo." Mr. Ali took his arms on his hips and took a deep breath, then he choked on his saliva and began to cough violently.

"It's all right, Mr. Ali." Ahmed slapped the boss's back with concern.

"It's okay, Ahmed, you look better than me. Help me take a look. It's the Hudson **** who squats on the roof of that house over there." Mr. Ali stretched out his hand and pointed to the river. Speaking of a small building on the side.

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