Battle of the Third Reich

Coming out of the base of Qibirit, a Mercedes car carrying two SS investigators turned on a dirt road along the canal south, and they were preparing to spend the night in Suez City that night.

Captain Dieterz and Sergeant Merkel were a pair of old partners. As early as the invasion of Poland, they were members of the General Security Task Force. Unlike the Storm Task Force that killed the Jews, their target was the Polish police. Important confidential files kept by the service system.

That is because their hands are still clean and their social relationship is relatively simple, so they have avoided the clean-up operations within the General Administration of Security.

In any case, the SS members are the SS members. In their eyes, there is only loyalty and responsibility, and there is no concept of good and evil. After serving in the General Security Administration for five years, Dietretz's hands were as blood-stained, but relative to his colleagues who had been washed away, he still maintained a sense of justice in his heart.

"We may be able to ask our superiors to put some pressure on the British to issue a nationwide arrest warrant." Merkel took a sip of cigarettes and threw the cigarette butts out of the car window.

"Do you know how long the Egyptian border is? Twenty-four hours is enough to allow the British second lieutenant to escape from the country." Captain Dietrets' elbow rested on the edge of the car window, and a delicate silver lighter was He rolled between his fingers.

"I have a hunch, Captain, the suspect should not have left, and may even be hiding in the nearby village." Merkel held the steering wheel in one hand and pulled a cigarette from the cigarette box on the dashboard with one hand.

"What is your basis?"

"Look at the captain, this general is obviously covering up the second lieutenant. From his position, there is no need to do so."

"I think so too, Sergeant Major, he must have some handle in the lieutenant's hand, so he is forced to delay our investigation and cover up the crime."

"I think so, Captain, if that Henderson has left this country, why should General Richard risk us doubt and cover up the bastard." Merkel pulled out of the dashboard Cigarette lighter, lit the cigarette on the mouth.

"He is buying time for that Hudson, and he knows where Hudson is currently." Dietretz's eyes shone brightly.

"I think I should ask for support immediately, at least let them transfer us a class."

"I'm afraid that one class is not enough. We need to send someone to monitor the general and his confidant 24 hours, and also need to eavesdrop on all the external telephone lines of the Birit base for technical eavesdropping." Dieteritz palmed his hand and tightened the lighter. Clenched tightly in the fist.

"I will send a report to the headquarters immediately after I go back, hoping that everything will be within time," the SS lieutenant said, looking at the large reeds outside the car window.

The Suez Canal is a saltwater river, and the Great Bitter Lake is also a saltwater lake. There are a large number of saline-alkali swamps around it, but at the same time several freshwater tributaries flow into the canal from here, bringing valuable freshwater resources that can be used for irrigation. The Egyptians cultivated farmland on this land, planted rice and other cash crops, while retaining large areas of reed beaches.

The Mercedes-Benz was driving along the dirt road along the river bank, and soon the Arab-style bungalows and the farmland in the mountainous landscape appeared in the field of vision. Although it was December, the local temperature in Egypt still hovered around 20 degrees. Farmers replanted alfalfa and wheat in the field, and it looked like a verdant green.

"The air here is very good and the wind is very comfortable." Merkel dusted the cigarette dust out the window.

"When the case is over, I will ask my superior to take a vacation. I am going to live in Egypt for a while, visit Alexandria, and then go to the Valley of the Kings to see the tombs of the pharaohs." Captain Dietrets said with his chin To.

"That's hey? What did the guy in front of you want to do?" Merkel drew his cigarette and lifted his foot firmly on the brake.

I saw a man wearing a traditional white Arab robe suddenly got out of the bushes by the road, and then ran to the middle of the road, waving his hands wildly at the Mercedes-Benz.

Mercedes-Benz's tires rubbed against the gravel road, making a harsh noise, and then stopped steadily at the center of the highway.

"Help! Help!" The man quickly rushed over and then fit himself on the hood of the Mercedes-Benz car, shouting for help to the cab loudly.

"Go down and be careful." Dieteritz said to Sergeant Merkel, he glanced towards the back of the car, and then opened the door on his side.

"Who are you? Get off my car." Merkel yelled at the man loudly in Arabic, and unlocked the buckle of the holster with his right hand.

"Help!" Only then did the two agents realize that the man was screaming in German.

"Are you German?" Dietretz asked, and then the captain realized that he had asked a silly question, because the man looked up and properly exposed a local face.

"Someone wants to kill me, they have killed my driver, help, help!" The Egyptian businessman crawled off the hood and replied in a slightly stiff German.

"Who the **** are you? Who is going to kill you?" Dietrec frowned. He felt the scene in front of him was very suspicious, maybe the enemy set a trap for himself.

He heard that several colleagues in the General Security Bureau had similar traps in Poland. When they were found the next day, there were only a few cold bodies that had been tortured and bruised, and the prisoners had not been found until now.

"I'm Abdul Said Ali, I'm a friend of Germany, I have a proof, I have a proof." Mr. Ali's hand stretched out into his arms and touched, the two Germans saw it, and they both followed the gun. The pistol was pulled out of the sleeve.

"Don't shoot, I'm a friend of Germany, my friend, I'm Ali. Captain Dietrich of Cairo can testify for me. Look, this is the proof he gave me." Ali quickly raised his hand. The other hand pinched a small badge.

"The Ouroboros badge?" Dietretz stepped forward carefully, taking the badge from the Egyptians.

"Are you working for us?" The captain turned the badge and looked at the stencil number on the back. Dieterz judged that the badge should be genuine.

The German Intelligence Agency seldom sends such identification marks to the informants below, because both parties are mostly simple money transactions, and once captured, the German side will not recognize them. Only employees who are more important and have tested their loyalty will get this kind of identification. The main role is to make the informant feel at ease and make them feel that they are recognized by the organization and can get the German government’s protection.

Actually how it was originally, and how it is now. At most, when exchanging spies with each other, such people can also occupy a quota. However, before Britain and Germany tear their faces, even if these people were caught, their lives can still be guaranteed. They will not disappear silently among the long yellow sand like spies from other countries that have been caught.

"Your name is Abdul Said" Merkel withdrew the pistol into the holster.

"Ali, Mr. Officer, my name is Ali." Mr. Ali respectfully took his badge from Ditretz and carefully put it back in his arms.

"You said someone was going to kill you? What's going on?" Captain Dieteritz closed the pistol insurance.

"It was there, they were just chasing me behind. There were four people in total. I praised God and I escaped. These villains will definitely go to hell." Ali was still a little shocked, and he pointed to the row of houses to the south. .

ps: Finally recovered, thank you for your concern. The first chapter is served, and the second chapter after dinner.

This month's monthly ticket ranking has been brushed down, and there is a gap of 600 votes from the previous one. It is really a bit discouraging.

The number of monthly tickets is now 1,896. The author decided that starting from today to the end of this month, every month the monthly ticket rises by 200 votes, a special chapter will be added to see if it can be rushed back to the top three in the military category.

This book needs everyone's support, and I will work hard to update it.