Battle of the Third Reich

When Henry woke up from a coma, he found that his eyes were blindfolded, his hands and feet were tied tightly with rope, and a cotton cloth was stuffed in his mouth. Henry first felt that he had been kidnapped. In Europe of that era, kidnapping cases were too common. The business risk was small and the money was quick. Because the police's criminal investigation technology was very limited at that time, very few were able to successfully solve the case.

But when I came back, this reporter couldn't figure it out anymore. Although the influence of "Daily Mail" in the world is not small, but he is a reporter who is stationed abroad. The basic salary of ten pounds, if done well, there may be some bonuses, which depends on whether the editor-in-chief is kind. Because of his extensive friendships, he was so used to it. He has not been able to save much of his savings until now. Even the moped was bought by the newspaper, and he only obtained the right to use it.

Which blind gang would think of kidnapping a reporter, and the rich would be fine to do it? Henry guessed that the kidnappers might have made the wrong target, so wouldn't he be out of luck and become a scapegoat for a rich man?

But then he thought that the other party seemed to have asked his name. The obvious goal of the kidnapping was him himself. He began to worry about whether he had offended someone who could not be harassed. The problem was that he was running some official news. You can't reach the fierce men who can mobilize the gang. What's more, here is Germany, Germany, where the Nazi Party is in power. This is a country full of policemen. Who would take the risk of challenging the dignity of the General Directorate of Security and deliberately abduct a foreign correspondent from a British newspaper.

Henry thought in his mind, worried about his future. Just before the reporter used his imagination to scare himself, the footsteps of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor rang in his ears, and then the sound of the key unlocking the door lock. . Henry hurriedly relaxed his body to the ground, pretending to be still in a coma.

"This guy is still awake." Henry heard a man speak, although speaking German, but with a strong accent.

"As usual at this time, the drug effect should have passed." Another man said.

"Wait" the voice of the third man sounded, and then Henry heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. Immediately after Henry's ribs suffered a fierce kick, the British reporter curled up in pain on the spot, and a miserable whine was made in the blocked mouth.

"This trick has always been effective against guys who like to pretend to be dead," the third man said.

"You guys, drag him to the chair and sit well." The fourth man said that this voice is quite characteristic compared to the previous ones, and it seems that there is some kind of magnetism in the voice.

"Okay." Henry was dragged from the ground by several large hands, and then pressed into a chair.

"Mr. Morris Henry, I'm sorry, for some reason, we can only meet you in this way." said the voice.

"Don't be excited, Mr. Morris." Two big hands squeezed Henry who was struggling, and then someone pulled off the blindfold on Henry's eyes. The reporter blinked his eyes and adjusted to the light in the room.

"I believe you are well aware of your situation. You were kidnapped by us." Henry looked around and saw a well-dressed man sitting on a high-backed chair with short gray hair and a face on his face. A mask, you can't see the real age.

"If I were you, I would keep quiet." After seeing Henry nodded with force, another man pulled out the cotton cloth that was stuffed in Henry's mouth.

"Mr. Henry, look, this is a good start." The gray-haired man folded his legs and put one hand on his knee.

"You can rest assured that we are not robbers and don't need your money." The gray-haired man held out another hand and took a document from his partner.

"We brought you here, just want to ask you a few questions, Mr. Henry, if you cooperate, I promise to return you free." The gray-haired man flicked the file in his hand with his finger.

"Morris Henry, born in Tonbridge, England, birthday is June 5, 1907, father is Lecht Henry, mother is Linda Henry. I am right, Mr. Henry." The man asked.

"Nothing wrong, that's me, sir." Henry nodded his head. The psychology has a new concept of the forces behind this group of people. This year is all paper archives. There is no national information networking system. I want to consult one. Human files are not easy.

"You have an older brother named Richard Henry." The man asked looking at the document.

"Yes, sir." Henry nodded and answered.

"Where does he work now." The man looked up and stared at Henry's eyes.

"I'm not very concerned about his affairs. Hearing which subordinate department is in the Admiralty." Henry answered honestly.

"You are very honest, Mr. Henry. There are not many honest people like you this year." Although he couldn't see the other half of his face, Henry saw a smile in his eyes.

"Talk about your brother, Mr. Henry, do you always keep in touch now?" The man changed his seat.

"Richard and I have been very good since we were young. He was a talented student in school and he was very strong. He was always surrounded by a large number of girls. After graduating from high school, he participated in the Navy. He only has two weeks of vacation each year, and then He married his boss’s daughter and moved out of his family’s apartment, and met a few times during the year. I changed jobs after graduating from college and eventually became a reporter in the Daily Mail. I usually work very busy, and I have no chance to meet Richard." Henry replied.

"When was the last contact?" the man asked.

"After the war broke out, one day he suddenly returned to Tonbridge's house, and I happened to be at home that day. Richard asked us to hide in the country's aunt's house, saying that the local fleet was defeated in Dunkirk, Germany People may be landing soon." Henry replied.

"Very well, Mr. Henry, let's talk about it today." The man stood up.

"Wait, didn't you say let me go if I cooperated?" Henry looked up at the man.

"Yes, what I said always counts, I will let you go, but not now." The man turned and said to a strong man: "Prepare something for Mr. Henry, take good care of him ."

"Understood, boss." The strong man replied respectfully.

"I will come back to ask you some questions. If you have any requirements, you can tell Igor that he will try to meet your requirements."

"Can I know your name? Sir." Henry asked boldly.

"Well, of course, Mr. Henry, you can call me Mr. G." The man turned his head and looked at Henry.

"Mr. G?" Henry remembered the obvious pseudonym.

"Yes, Mr. Henry." Mr. G leaned slightly against Henry, then turned his head and strode out the door.

"I'll get it for you soon, before that you can only be wronged for a while." The strong man pulled Henry out of his seat, and another man attached a shackle to Henry's foot, chained The other end was attached to a steel frame bed in the corner.

"I need to remind you that this room is deep underground. You can try to call for help and see if someone will hear you." The strong man reminded Henry with a grin before locking the door.

"Sir, is this British really so important?" the subordinate who followed behind Mr. G asked doubtfully.

"Well, he is a key person, so no mistakes can be made. Whether our plan in the UK can be carried out smoothly, the breakthrough is in this man's brother." Mr. G took off his mask and showed a majestic and grim face.

"If this is the case, I suggest that he should be transferred out of Berlin as soon as possible before alarming the General Administration of Security." The subordinate suggested.

"Don't act rashly for now. The British found him missing. It will take at least two more days. His identity is useful, and I now have a new idea." Mr. G took out an envelope from his pocket.

"This is the one found in the British pocket?" the subordinate asked.

"Do you know what's inside?" Mr. G stopped.

"I don't know." The subordinate shook his head honestly.

"This is an invitation for a dinner reception for the press of the German capital tomorrow evening, when Reinhardt von Steide will attend the banquet personally.

"Do you want it?" The subordinate looked at his boss in horror.

"Fool, do you want me to commit suicide? I mean, this is the perfect opportunity for us to get up close with this new head of empire." Mr. G looked up and admired the beautifully made invitation to the lights. .

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