Imperial Overlord

"Yes! Sir! I will personally carry out this task! I will complete your request as soon as possible...Yes! There will be absolutely no accidents!" The SS branch in Bavaria, a middle-aged man wearing an SS uniform The man promised to the phone.

Hanging up the phone, he immediately opened the drawer and took out a beautiful Luger pistol from it.

Then he adjusted his uniform and tucked the pistol into the leather holster attached to his belt.

Then, he stretched out his fingers and twisted his collar twice to make his neck more comfortable.

"Hans! Gather your men immediately! Bring your weapons!" In the eyes of the middle-aged officer, this was an unusual task.

Just like the Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty, how many people dared to resist when Tiqi, who was like the emperor's own army, arrested the criminals wanted by the court?

This time, dozens of SS soldiers were dispatched to arrest a few prison staff. Of course, they must have been caught.

Downstairs, the officer named Hans heard his commander's shout and immediately ordered the SS members who were on duty to gather.

The SS of 40 years and the Waffen SS are two different concepts. Although they are also paramilitary organizations and distribute a large number of rifles and pistols, they are not regular troops after all.

Many times, there are actually many classifications within the SS, which have been criticized by later generations.

Those who fought on the front line were called the Waffen SS. They were equipped with the same equipment as the Wehrmacht. They fought bravely but with general techniques and tactics.

The other SS, or quasi-SS, had more advanced armaments, mainly guarding concentration camps and dealing with Jews. They were the "original sin" of Germany throughout World War II, and had a bad reputation.

Of course, the identities of the rest of the SS are complicated. They are members of the Nazi Party, they obey the arrangements of the state, they are the minions of the Führer, and they do things similar to the police, but some of them are illegal.

Now, these paramilitary members of the Bavarian SS branch are going to do some "illegal activities".

Catching a little-known person is as easy and commonplace for the SS as having a meal at noon.

The local police are not too busy, because nominally, they also belong to the SS and are under Heydrich's jurisdiction.

"Sir! The manpower has been arranged! Thirty members, twenty pistols and ten Mauser 98Ks." After Hans was ready, he came to the middle-aged officer's office to report.

"The mission of our operation this time is to find the relevant person in charge and the paper records when the Führer was detained in the Bavarian Regional Prison." The middle-aged officer took the lead out of the office and said the mission.

Just as he stepped out of the office door with his front foot, the phone in the room suddenly rang again.

"Damn, what happened today." The middle-aged officer complained, glanced at Hans, and reluctantly returned to his desk.

"Hello, this is the Bavarian SS branch...what?" He grabbed the phone and frowned after a few words.

The person on the other side of the phone calls himself the Office of the Guards of the Head of State. Although his official rank is not large, his status is very overwhelming.

The other party claimed to be Mish, the head of the state's personal bodyguard.

There has never been a precedent for what order the Führer's Guard Office gave to the SS branch. The middle-aged officer was very puzzled. He felt that the other party must have made the wrong call.

"Mr. Misch, although I have no doubts about your identity, according to regulations and conventions, your mission... what? The Fuhrer's mission?" The middle-aged officer became more and more puzzled as he listened.

Apparently, the other party couldn't convince him. He only left a message to let him wait for a few minutes, and then hung up the phone.

The middle-aged officer stood in front of the desk, waiting foolishly. When he was about to lose his patience, the phone rang again.

When he picked up the telephone receiver, it was the operator's voice: "Please pay attention to the way and tone of your speech. The call is from the Fuhrer's Office."

Before he could be surprised, the phone was connected, and the special voice of the head of state came from inside: "Hello? It's me..."

"Victory! Führer!" It only took a moment, and involuntarily, the head of this branch brought his legs together.

His eyes focused on the portrait of the Fuhrer hanging on the wall, the man with a mustache: "In, good noon, Fuhrer!"

"Listen! Some people in the SS tried to betray me! Just like what Rom did back then! Himmler was blinded by his subordinates and made a wrong judgment!" Li Le spoke on the other end of the phone. said coldly.

Then he asked a question that made people know how to answer without thinking: "So, as the commander of the Bavarian branch, what choice do you make?"

"My Führer! Allegiance to you is the oath of all SS members!" The middle-aged officer quickly replied.

"Very good! Follow my orders... Directly execute the doctor Joseph Stein Brin in the Bavarian State Prison! Destroy all his forged records! Complete the task at all costs!" On the phone, the fake Führer issued a very direct statement. White's order.

"Yes! My head of state! I will personally carry out this task!" The middle-aged officer quickly assured.

While reassuring, he thought in his heart: This Bavarian prison is really unlucky to be involved in a conspiracy against the Führer.

In his opinion, this is not much different from courting death. It has only been a few years since the Night of Long Knives Operation, and Roma's blood has not yet dried!

As for the unlucky guy named Joseph Stein Brin, he shot him by himself, which was a relief for him.

If he was sent there according to the order of the SS headquarters in Berlin, it would be better to die.

"Repeat my order, and then ask your deputy to answer the phone." Li Le was worried and gave another order.

The middle-aged officer was stunned for a moment, and then he had to repeat Li Le's order, which made Hans listen thoroughly. At the same time, he reluctantly handed the phone in his hand to Hans.

The two were quickly ordered to supervise each other and then go on a mission. After hanging up the phone, the two Bavarian SS cadres were caught in a dilemma.

If you are loyal to the Führer, it is bound to affect your impression of Himmler. But if they don't perform the task of the head of state... well, neither of them dare to think about it.

"Let's go! In any case, go to the place first!" He gave the order to go, and then got into the car that belonged to him.

Then he rolled down his window and shouted to Hans, who wanted to get into the car behind: "Take two barrels of gasoline! Don't forget!"

The mobility vehicle widely used by the German Wehrmacht is an off-road car called a "barrel car". The spare tire is placed on the front bonnet, which is a design feature.

However, the types of vehicles used by the rear troops are mixed, basically civilian vehicles, as well as some luxury goods with exquisite industrial design.

Being born in Germany is a kind of happiness for people who like cars. After all, Mercedes-Benz and BMW are all here. If you find a car that looks more beautiful, it may be the world famous work of a certain master.

So thirty SS soldiers slaughtered in such a mighty manner towards the Bavarian prison. There used to be the place where the head of state struggled, and now the famous room still retains its original appearance.

"Squeak!" A truck and a car just stopped at the gate of the prison, and the SS soldiers jumped off one after another, which frightened the prison guards on duty at the gate.

"What are you here for? I, I want to report!" The prison guard was holding his baton, and when he spoke, he was obviously oppressed by the momentum of the SS and was very nervous.

"None of your business, I'm here to find Dr. Joseph Stein Breen! If you know where he is, show us the way!" Hans pressed the pistol on his waist with one hand and the other with the other. Pushed aside the opponent who was blocking the way.

The SS soldiers who were also holding their pistols poured into the gate of the prison. The other prison guards didn't know what to do, so how could they dare to stop them?

Joseph Stein Brin's office door was kicked open, and Brin, wearing glasses, realized that he seemed to be the target of the SS.

But he still didn't realize what his problem was. He took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said with two points of contempt, "I'm not a Jew, you've got the wrong person."

He thought he was misunderstood by the SS because of this, and explained this sentence.

And the two points of contempt is because he thinks that the other party must have made a mistake in which link, and that such a mistake will occur.

"Dr. Joseph Stein Brin, where did you keep the records that the Führer made when he was imprisoned?" The middle-aged officer asked, pressing his pistol.

"What record? When the head of state was imprisoned, the warden regarded him as an honored guest, and he did not conduct a medical examination at all..." Joseph Stein Brin asked back with a puzzled expression.

At that time, he did not do any physical examination for the Fuhrer, which is one of the reasons why he has survived to this day.

It's a pity that Himmler didn't know about this matter, and neither did Li Le. Only the real head of state who died, he knew it...

"No record? You lied! Hand over the Fuhrer's file! Otherwise, you and your family will be sent to the concentration camp!" The middle-aged officer couldn't hold back, and had already lifted the lid on the pistol holster.

"I swear, I really didn't do any inspection records for the Fuhrer, I swear!" Knowing that something might be wrong, Dr. Brin defended himself vigorously.

"This is a misunderstanding! There must be some misunderstanding!" Dr. Brin cried when he saw that the other party had drawn his pistol.