Mutation

　　In Berlin at the beginning of summer, the weather is slightly hot.

　　In a small shop on the corner of Berlin's Kudamstraße, the owner is sitting behind the counter, bored and flipping through a magazine, as if he cares nothing about business.

　　That's right, how many people will come out to shop against the big sun?

　　"Hello, may I ask you here, do you sell wooden combs?" A man wearing a hat and mask walked in and asked the shopkeeper.

　　The shopkeeper raised his head irritably, originally wanted to say a word not to sell and send people away, but he seemed to suddenly remember something, he hesitated and said, "Sell, we have peach wood, do you want it?" "

　　"Momogi's?" The person smiled, "I don't want peach wood, just give me horns." "

　　"We don't have horns, you see, there is a handful of sandalwood." The shopkeeper said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, as if he was nervous, "If you want, I'll take you to the warehouse at the back." "

　　"Sandalwood's? That's okay, let's go. The man nodded and said.

　　Hearing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly ran to the door of the store to close the door, and turned the "open" sign over with trembling hands into "temporarily closed", and then he ran back and led the person to the room at the back of the store.

　　"Thorn, Mr. Stinger?" The shopkeeper asked the mysterious man tentatively.

　　When the shopkeeper saw the comer, his eyes widened, and he said incredulously: "How, how is it possible!" How could it be you! "

　　"Why can't it be me?" The thorn snake asked with a smile.

　　"When did we have the ability to plant such a high-level spy as you in Germany?" The shopkeeper asked incredulously.

　　"That's not your concern." The thorn snake said lightly.

　　Only then did the shopkeeper realize that he had gone too far, and one of the main rules of their intelligence officers was not to know the bottom of other intelligence officers, otherwise one could be caught.

　　"Then Mr. Snake, what order has been issued in the country? Need to use you? The shopkeeper asked.

　　"You don't have to know the specific order, you just need to prepare enough manpower for me." The thorn snake said.

　　"How many people? What requirements? "

　　"The requirements must be male, proficient in shooting, and everyone wears an SS uniform. The number of people, at least 15, is not capped. "

　　"Understood, when are you going to bring someone?"

　　"I'm not coming to bring people, you arrange for them to go directly to Kiel, they must arrive by next Thursday, there will be someone to arrange them." The thorn snake said and put on his hat and mask, and walked out the door, "After the mission is over, the above will arrange for you to return directly to China, you have seen my face, you can no longer work."

　　The shopkeeper was overjoyed to hear this, this damn undercover career was finally over, he thought.

　　Seven days later, the German Kildeutsche Shipyard.

　　Today's Deutsche Shipyard is brightly lit, and workers get up early to decorate a giant ship in the dry dock, the aircraft carrier Count Zeppelin, with bunting and bouquets.

　　Yes, today is the day of the first German aircraft carrier "big joy", it has been built by and large, and the rest of the work does not need to be carried out in dry docks.

　　Leon arrived in Kiel two days early with Sophia under the close protection of an SS force.

　　They don't just come to watch the ceremony, according to tradition, when a battleship is launched, a woman throws a bottle of champagne into its bow, and if the champagne is successfully smashed in one pass, then the new ship will have smooth sailing for the rest of the voyage, this is the "bottle tossing ceremony".

　　And the execution of the "bottle throwing salute" of the aircraft carrier Count Zeppelin is Sophia, the wife of the president of Germany.

　　At 9:30 a.m., Leon took Sophia to the viewing platform, and by 10 o'clock sharp, Sophia would leave Lyon and go to the bow of the Count Zeppelin to throw bottles.

　　With 30 minutes left before 10 o'clock sharp, Leon and Sophia sat on the viewing platform and chatted, while the surrounding SS troops carefully checked the site to ensure safety.

　　The bell strikes at 10 o'clock sharp, and beautiful ceremonial flowers bloom in the air.

　　After introducing the Count Zeppelin, the host who presided over the launching ceremony signaled Sophia to come over and perform the "bottle throwing ceremony.

　　Sophia kissed Leon, then smiled and stood up and walked to the bow of the boat.

　　The host handed Sophia a bottle of champagne and signaled that she could start tossing the bottle. Sophia held up the champagne and threw it forcefully towards the bow.

　　"Touch." The champagne was smoothly smashed on the bow of the boat, Sophia smiled happily, and proudly looked back to "ask credit" to Lyon.

　　But she saw a scene that frightened her - a man standing behind Leon, dressed in an SS uniform, quickly drew a pistol from his waist and shot Leon in the back before the others could react.

　　"Phew!" The sudden sound of gunfire echoed in the sky, and Leon fell to the ground in response.

　　"Nope!" Sophia screamed hoarsely, and then fainted on the ground.

　　Standing beside Leon was Ludwig, who was the first to react and did not give the Assassin a second shot after the first shot.

　　Ludwig flew up, raised the Assassin's muzzle, quickly unloaded the magazine, and then fired a shot into the sky, knocking out a bullet in the chamber, and finally kicked the Assassin in the knee, kicking one of his legs inward at 90 degrees.

　　This set of actions Ludwig did the clouds, the whole process took only three seconds.

　　After the beaten assassin lost his mobility, Ludwig crouched down and began to examine Leon's injuries.

　　"Phew! Bang! Beans-like gunshots rang out all around, and more than one assassin was shooting frantically at the surrounding SS, trying to rush over to make up for a few shots on Leon.

　　But Ludwig didn't need to worry about this anymore, because this time he brought with him the SS with Alpha Squad.

　　Except for the other squads of the Ghost, no small force in this world can pose a threat to the Alpha squad in a defensive posture.

　　Leon, who fell to the ground, kept spitting blood out with his breathing, and the muzzle behind his back was constantly spraying blood outward.

　　The lungs are punctured! Ludwig quickly came to a conclusion and shouted, "Doctor! Doctor! The Fuhrer's lungs were shot through! Hemostatic needles are needed! Damn, you hurry up! "

　　The SS medic was rushing towards Leon while dodging bullets, and when he heard Ludwig's urging, he gritted his teeth, ignored the bullets flying around, and ran towards Leon with his head down.

　　And when the SS people saw that the medic was running towards Leon despite the bullets, they stood up and used their bodies to attract fire for the medic.

　　The doctor, under the cover of the SS men, finally reached Leon's side, pulled a hemostatic needle from the medical kit, and plunged it into the flesh around the muzzle of Leon's back.

　　Under the action of the hemostatic needle, Leon's original outward spray of blood was partially suppressed, and the military doctor took out another towel, pressed the wound, and said to Ludwig: "Sir! We have to send the Fuhrer to the hospital as soon as possible, otherwise the Fuhrer will not last long like this."