One Hundred and Twenty Seven Jewish Ghetto

Just as the Spanish Civil War was in full swing, it was late at night in Berlin, the capital of Germany in the distance. (First appearance) A shadow flashed into the door of a wealthy area, climbed the stairs and knocked on the door of a house.

The man in expensive pajamas opened the door and looked at the man who knocked on the door with sleepy eyes. On the fingers of his hand on the door, he wore a very conspicuous six-pointed star ring: "Sir, Who are you looking for?"

"Mr. Feynman called me here!" The man said casually.

"Please come in!" The male host stepped aside when he heard that he was an acquaintance, and then he looked at the man who came into the house and asked, "Mr. Feynman called you so late, what's the matter? ?"

"That's it, Mr. Feynman said, you owe him $50,000 in debt." The man casually picked up a photo frame on the tall cabinet: "Your daughter? She's pretty."

"Thank you. She's my angel." The man's face was bright when he mentioned his daughter, but he soon asked in confusion: "I do owe Mr. Feynman $50,000 in debt. , but at the time of the loan, it was agreed that it would be repaid next month, so he can do it now?"

"Yes! Mr. Feynman wants to take the money now." The man nodded, put the leather case in his hand on the coffee table, and said casually.

"I don't have so many in my family. I only have about 30,000 here." The host said with some regret: "If you need to take it away, I only have more."

The man thought for a while, then continued to nod: "No problem, just pay these back first! I'll pick up the rest in a few days."

After waiting for a while, the man found that the host didn't move at all, so he frowned and asked, "What are you waiting for? Go and get the money, so I can leave."

"Sir, I need to see the IOU I gave to Mr. Feynman." The host said a little embarrassedly: "It's not that I don't believe you, but you see, $30,000 is not a small sum. Isn't it?"

The man suddenly realized, then took out a contract from the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it to the host. The host saw him wearing an SS uniform under his coat. The host didn't think much about it, looked at the contract that was indeed signed by him, nodded, got up and walked to the corner of a safe with a pot of flowers on it, and unscrewed the combination lock on it.

But when he turned around with the money, he found that the man was facing him with a pistol. The man's other hand was holding the coat that he took off, which he casually hung on the hanger at the door.

"God! If you want money, you can take it! Don't be impulsive!"

He said quickly: "I can give you all this money! Please don't shoot!"

"Put all the money in the box, I'll take it away!" The man pointed to the box on the coffee table and said fiercely.

"Okay! Okay! Don't get excited! I'll do it! I'll do it!" The host was so frightened that he hurriedly put the money into the leather case on the coffee table. Apparently, the suitcase was a bit big, and it looked like it could hold at least hundreds of thousands of dollars. Dollar.

"I really want to take the money, but I also want to take your life." When the host finished as instructed and got up and leaned to the side, the man said with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Because we will use you death, to create momentum for the actions that follow."

"If you shoot, you won't run away! This is a Jewish ghetto!" The host stared at the man's black muzzle, and said with a cry in his voice. The hostess, who heard the movement, walked out of the bedroom at this time and saw the scene in front of her.

"Ah! Help!" she screamed instinctively.

"Bah!" The male host was shot and fell into a pool of blood while clutching his chest.

"Don't!" The hostess shouted in shock, but she didn't change her fate.

"Bah!" Another shot rang out, and the hostess was also hit.

The man picked up the box, rushed to the room behind the struggling hostess, shot twice at the girl who was still rubbing her eyes on the bed, and shook his head regretfully while firing: "It's a pity! kill."

Then he turned around and shot the hostess on the ground again, ran over and kicked the hostess who had not moved at all, and then ran out the door. At this time, many people in the corridor outside the door had their heads stuck out, and they all saw an SS officer with a suitcase running downstairs with a smoking pistol in his hand.

"Murder!" A sharp shout and the five gunshots just now destroyed the quiet night sky. The surrounding lights gradually turned on, and the Jewish residents living in the building and nearby put on their clothes and walked out of their houses. Originally, I was afraid of the intimidation and threats of the Nazis, so now I am extraordinarily united.

The police car arrived late an hour later, and a few sleepy-eyed policemen recorded the indignation and anger of the surrounding Jewish residents.

"They said they saw the Führer's SS committing murders, and more than one person testified. They were afraid that we would be biased and are still surrounding here." A policeman said to his superior: "The problem is difficult to solve now."

"How was the scene?" the police officer in charge asked with a frown.

"Five shots were fired at the scene. The specific type of pistol depends on the inspection report of the body." A policeman stepped forward and reported: "The safe was opened, and the money in it was gone."

"Call the SS duty room and ask them what's going on tonight?" The police officer took a step back quietly and instructed the police behind him, "It's still the old way, remember if they said they need to verify or say Need to ask. Those two words are important! Got it?"

"Sir!" A policeman rushed over in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" the police officer asked impatiently and annoyed.

"The SS is here! They received a report that someone pretended to be an SS to commit the attack!" the policeman said breathlessly.

"This confuses me, what happened tonight?" The police officer waved his hand: "Let me see! What's going on."

Several policemen came to the entrance of the alley, where there were about three rows of Jewish households crowded, and they were confronting about thirty SS soldiers outside the alley. These SS soldiers held their rifles and pointed at the unarmed residents. Because of their well-trained and ruthless, they were obviously not disturbed by the excited residents.

When the police officer on duty walked to the alley, pushed aside the crowd, and looked at the row of SS soldiers with guns, he was so frightened that cold sweat dripped down his helmet directly onto the back of his neck: "General, General, Your Excellency. What's wrong with you?"

Standing behind the two rows of soldiers, surrounded by several SS officers, was none other than the German SS Admiral (this admiral was not a Wehrmacht rank), one of Führer Arcardo's favorite cronies. Reinhard Heydrich.

"Long live the Führer!" Suddenly realizing that he seemed to be disrespectful, the police officer hurriedly raised his right hand and saluted: "Long live the Great German Party!"

"The murderer ran away?" Heydrich frowned and fiddled with his leather gloves. These gloves were a birthday present from the Führer Arcador himself, so he always cherished them and never left.

"Your Excellency, when we arrived, he had indeed run away! Witnesses said that he was wearing an SS uniform..." The officer passed over the soldier, moved as far as possible from Reinhard, and replied softly.

"That's a disguise! There was already a case with the same technique in the 7th block yesterday! Intentionally shot in the Jewish ghetto late at night, and was deliberately seen wearing it. Otherwise, do you think I can still stand here in the middle of the night? "Reinhardt squinted his eyes and snorted coldly: "It's a bad frame, but I have to admit, it's very effective."

"Yes, yes!" The police officer smiled, nodded and said, "I will arrange the police force to protect the nearby residential area! Prevent such incidents from happening."

"Well, let's do it!" Reinhardt waved his hand, indicating that the police officer can leave, and then he gave some orders to the officers around him, and then got back into his car. Under the protection, he left the alley. As soon as he left, the guards jumped into the truck with their guns on their backs, and disappeared at the end of the street with the truck within a few minutes.

The next morning, the residence of the head of state.

"It's those damn Junker nobles again! I haven't given them enough?" Arkado threw the newspaper in his hand on the sofa, and threw it with a crisp sound: "Should I learn from Stalin and put these Damn bedbugs are hanging on the streetlights!"

"Arcado! What makes you so angry? You will have an important banquet with Miss Mercedes in a while, don't be annoyed before eating! This will affect your stomach!" Anna came over to help Akka After packing up the newspaper, he pressed his hand on Akado's shoulder to persuade him.

Accardo pointed to the newspaper in Anna's hand: "Yesterday the Nazi Party won the election in a city, and they even openly questioned my foreign policy! What's even more excessive is that they even used that trick to deny my opinion. Economic policy! It's frustrating that a bunch of Junkers there! They came out and publicly supported Hitler!"

"It's just a small city after all! We still control the whole of Germany! Dear Führer!" Anna said softly beside Akado's cheeks with her red lips pressed together.

Akado tilted his head, kissed Anna's delicate red lips lightly, and said with a forced smile, "It's not good news for the two of them to collude, after all, if they make some trouble. When things get out of hand, I have to devote my energy to deal with it! What a bunch of cockroaches that don't bite! Disgusting!"

Then he sighed: "They used the momentum this time to seize the right to speak in a city, which is not good for the party... You bring the message to Reinhardt and tell him to catch the murderer as soon as possible! If it goes on like this, Our credibility will be called into question, and we will lose Jewish support!"

"Yes! My head of state!" Anna saluted with a smile, and then walked out of Akado's office shaking her round buttocks.

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