bloody movement Ⅲ

"Go? Where are you going? The two of you?" Alexander's voice just fell, and a person walked out of the shadow not far away, "It's rare for you two to come to my SS headquarters once, why I haven't had time to 'entertain' Two, you two want to leave?"

"Ludwig..." Seeing the person in the shadows reveal their true colors under the street light, Alexander suddenly trembled like a sieve of chaff.

"Huh? Do you still know my name?" Ludwig sneered, "Why don't you call me the leader's lackey?"

"I...I..." Alexander's face was pale.

"Come on, come in and sit with me." Ludwig made a gentlemanly gesture of invitation, "I think the SS headquarters will leave a good impression on you."

"You... what do you want?" Alexander recovered a little from the shock and fear at the beginning, he suddenly remembered someone behind him, "Do you know who is behind me? Do you know who is behind me? ?!"

"Maybe I know, maybe I don't know." Ludwig shrugged, "It's enough that I know who is standing behind me."

"You... do you think you can do whatever you want with Leon's backing?" Alexander roared fiercely, "Half of Germany's armed forces are funded by that gentleman, even Leon has to give him three points. !"

"Yeah." Ludwig sighed, "Even the Führer may have to give him three points..."

"Haha." Alexander laughed, "Are you afraid? Why don't you take me to the train station? If I can't catch the train back to Frankfurt..."

"Haha... Send you back?" Ludwig sneered, "I'm afraid you're living in a dream."

"You..." Alexander pointed out Ludwig.

"What are you?" Ludwig slapped Alexander's hand with a slap, "It's true that the Führer has to give Mr. Wittgenstein three-point thinness, that's right. But I'm afraid you have made a mistake--your name is Witt Gernstein?"

"Do not..."

"Why should I give you face if I don't have a surname?" Ludwig said impatiently, "Why am I wasting time with you here? Soldiers! Please come in for tea!"

"I fought with you!" Alexander gritted his teeth, and pulled out a Sig Sauer M38H pistol from the inside of his coat.

He knew very well what he would face when he entered here today.

"Bah!" A gunshot sounded, but unfortunately it was not the 7.65mm bullet of the Sauer M38H, but a standard 7.92mm Mauser rifle, a Mauser 98Ge-S sniper rifle from the dark.

"Ah!" Alexander screamed while covering his right hand.

Oh, to be precise, it can't be called the right hand, because the entire palm of his right hand has only one layer of skin and is attached to the wrist.

"Oh, it's really sad." Ludwig turned around, walked to Alexander with a smile, and said sympathetically to Alexander's right hand, "The poor right hand has left his master... but you don't have to worry about it. , the rest of your master's body parts will come to accompany you soon, after all, the head of state said that he doesn't want to see your master's complete existence in this world..."

"Let go... let go of my wife..." Alexander was in a cold sweat, but he still begged with all his strength, "Also, my family... my daughter... let them go, I beg you... …"

"Oh!" Ludwig patted his head, "I almost forgot to tell you that the SS in Frankfurt has already gone to your family... I'm sorry, you begged me to be late... "

"You beasts!" Alexander roared, "I was the one who made the mistake, why did you bring them in?!"

"I didn't say what to do with them." Ludwig patted Alexander on the shoulder, "Don't worry, although people call us demons—that's right—but demons also have their bottom line."

"What about my wife?"

"Uh, your wife..." Ludwig thought for a while, then picked up the Sauer M38H from the ground, "I have to say sorry for this, there is no way, your wife knows too much, keep it It's a hazard..."

After speaking, Ludwig checked the pistol, then walked over to Manina, who had been sluggish, pointed the pistol at her temple, and pulled the trigger.

With the sound of gunshots and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, Alexander closed his eyes in pain, and two lines of hot tears fell down his face to the ground.

He finally understood what it meant to regret the beginning.

"God will punish you demons," he said, "and the head of state, God will punish him!"

"Perhaps." Ludwig wiped the blood stained on his body, and then put the Sauer pistol, which was all decorated with ivory and gold, into his pocket, "but before that, we demons will teach them well. Teach you what a betrayal is like. Please, Mr. Alexander."

Just as Ludwig smiled and brought Alexander into the SS headquarters, bloody campaigns were unfolding in an orderly manner all over Germany, and SS troops from all over the country rushed into luxurious manors or villas rudely. , pulled a usually prominent figure out of their warm bed, and after forcing them to sign the asset transfer agreement, ended their lives in their scolding or pleading.

Without mercy.

The German SS once again showed the world what is called black terror.

Early the next morning, the air all over Germany was filled with the smell of blood.

Ordinary people may not be aware of this. To them, what happened last night was nothing more than the news of the transfer of assets of a certain company in the newspaper.

But the higher-ups were all worried, for fear that the SS would break open their doors in the middle of the night.

Lyon used bloody but efficient means to once again highly integrate Germany's power, while also reminding many why he became the head of state and why Germany has risen again.

Somewhere on the outskirts of Berlin.

"Alas." Wittgenstein looked at the SS soldiers in front of him and a box of "gifts" from Lyon, and sighed helplessly, "Please go back and tell the Führer that the Wittgenstein family will follow him firmly... …"

"Okay, I'm happy to." Alfred Krupp wore a neat SS colonel's uniform and bowed with a smile, "Then, do you keep these gifts for yourself or..."

Wittgenstein glanced at the hands of the box, closed his eyes in pain, and said, "Take it away, this gift is not suitable for an old man like me..."

"Understood." Alfred bowed again, then motioned to the soldier beside him to carry the box away, and said, "On behalf of the SS, I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to you again for arming the SS. 50 million Reichsmarks for more troops."

Wittgenstein smiled wryly.

"That's it, goodbye, Mr. Wittgenstein."

After watching Alfred and a group of soldiers leave the manor, a young Wittgenstein walked up to the parents and said coldly: "Parents, Leon has bullied us like this, do we want to be against his mother? ?"

"Reverse?" Wittgenstein smiled again, maybe he smiled more today than before, "By what? By the more than 2,000 dead soldiers we secretly trained? Or by the military secretly win over but now The group of officers who immediately distanced themselves from us? I bet that the district where our manor is located is definitely guarded by more than one heavy armored SS, what do we rely on?"

"Lyon is a great person." Wittgenstein's parents seemed to be 10 years older in an instant, although he was already old enough, "Maybe he can really integrate Europe..."