bloody movement Ⅱ

A hotel on Friedrichstrasse, Berlin, Germany.

"Oh, Alexander, you're back." Manina, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, saw her husband push the door into the room, and happily stood up to greet him, "How was the meeting today? What did the Führer say?"

"Nothing..." Alexander rubbed his forehead and sat down on the sofa, his face exhausted.

"What's the matter? Alexander, you look a little haggard..." Seeing her husband's bad face, Manina hurriedly sat next to Alexander and asked with concern.

"I..." Alexander hesitated, "I... I contradicted the Fuhrer..."

"What?!" Manina was shocked when she heard the words, "You! You contradicted the head of state?!"

"Yes." During the meeting, the adrenaline from his body made Alexander fearless, but now he gradually calmed down and began to make him feel scared, "I not only contradicted the Führer, but also... I also insulted General Ludwig... …"

"God!" Manina cried out directly, "Alexander...Are you crazy?"

"I..." Alexander covered his head, "Mr. Wittgenstein asked me to do this... My dear Manina, you know, our yard in Frankfurt, our beach house in Holland, our mountains in Poland. The manor was given by Mr. Wittgenstein..."

"It's a big deal to return all these to him! Why do you do these things..." Manina cried, she originally wanted to share with her husband the honor of being invited by the Führer's wife to travel with all the noble ladies in Poland today.

"It's useless..." Alexander smiled bitterly, "not to mention that Mr. Wittgenstein used you and his daughter to threaten me..."

"God! Woohoo..."

"You don't have to worry too much..." Alexander comforted Manina and comforted himself at the same time, "I believe that with the energy of the Wittgenstein family, they can still protect us, after all, half of the empire's army is funded by them. Armed..."

"No." Manina did not relax because of her husband's comfort. She wiped her red and swollen eyes and said, "Let's pack up and leave Berlin immediately... No! Leave Germany!"

"Don't worry..." Alexander still wanted to comfort, but after looking at his wife's firm eyes, he nodded, "Okay, let's pack up and go to the UK to avoid... I think the British will take us in.  …"

The two made up their minds, quickly packed up some belongings, pushed open the door, and hurried downstairs.

"Taxi!" Alexander walked out of the hotel with his wife and stopped a taxi on the side of the road.

The taxi driver drove the car beside the two of them, opened the door and got out of the car to help them put their luggage on the luggage rack, and then said, "Mr. Madam, good evening! Where are you going?"

"Rail station, let's go to Berlin Railway Station!" Alexander said quickly.

"Okay sir." The taxi driver opened the door for the two of them and returned to the driver's seat.

"Fasten your seat belt." He reminded, then started the car and drove back to the street.

"Sir, from your accent, I don't seem to be from Berlin, right?" On the way, the driver took the initiative to ask, "It seems to be from Frankfurt?"

"Yes." Alexander wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I think you seem a little nervous..." The driver gave Alexander a strange look, "Are you... okay?"

"It's all right." Alexander waved his hand quickly, and then quickly changed the subject, "I don't think you're too old... There are not many people as young as you in the taxi driver industry..."

"Yes, I'm only 20 years old." The driver laughed and said, "There's no way, I didn't learn any craftsmanship, I only knew how to drive, so I did this."

"Why don't you join the army?" Alexander glanced out the window and asked casually.

"My brother has already gone to join the army, and there must be someone left at home to take care of his parents," the driver replied, "and our army is going all the way, I think it won't take long for this war to end. If I go to join the army, Shouldn't you come back by then?"

"That's right..." Alexander saw a Wehrmacht jeep speeding past in the next driveway, which made him nervous even more. "Where is your brother in the army? Belgium? Domestic?"

"He's in Belgium, he's an SS member..."

"SS?!" Alexander was startled.

"Yes, the SS..." The driver glanced at Alexander strangely again, "What happened to the SS?"

"No, no." Alexander sneered, "I'm just a little surprised...because I heard...the SS people are very cruel..."

"Merciful?" The driver laughed. "Soldiers are all cruel, but they are all cruel to the enemy and kind to their own people."

"Yeah..." Alexander involuntarily shrank into the seat.

"Why do I feel that this road is a bit strange? This is different from the road we have traveled before." Just as the two people in front were chatting "happily", Manina, who was sitting in the back row, suddenly said, "The driver You're not going the wrong way, are you?"

"The road is right, ma'am." The driver turned his head and smiled, "This road is a little farther... But there is no way, the road from the Wittgenstein Chain Hotel to the train station is blocked, so I can only take You go around."

"Banned?!" The two of them were shocked, "Why?"

"Because of road repairs, the announcement says so." The driver shrugged, "You know, the country is at war, and resources are being allocated to the front line first... God, how long has it been since the roads in Berlin have been well maintained? "

"Huh..." After listening to the driver's words, the two suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, you two, we're here." The driver skillfully drove the car to a stop in front of a building.

"Thank you." The two nodded, said thank you, opened the door and got out of the car.

Manina walked to the luggage rack and took the luggage out of the car one by one, while Alexander sorted out his clothes, took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a 100-mark bill, handed it to the driver, and said with a smile, "Sir, You drive well, you don't have to look for money, you deserve it."

"Thank you, sir." The driver took the big bill, smiled back, and said, "You are really insightful, and General Ludwig often praises my driving skills like that."

After speaking, the driver stepped on the accelerator and drove away, leaving Alexander, who remained in the same position as he was handing the money.

"Dear, what's the matter?" Manina asked when she saw her husband's strange posture.

"Run... my dear, run..." Alexander turned around dully and murmured towards Manina.

Only then did the two discover that the building next to them didn't seem to be a train station.