Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 154: Organization

When Henry woke up from a coma, he found that his eyes were blindfolded, his hands and feet were firmly **** with ropes, and a cotton cloth was stuffed in his mouth. Henry first felt that he was kidnapped. In that era in Europe, kidnapping cases were too common. The business risk was small and the money came quickly, because the police's criminal investigation skills were very limited at the time, and very few cases were successfully solved.

But when I came back to my senses, this reporter couldn’t figure it out again. Although the influence of "Daily Mail" in the world was not small, he was a journalist stationed abroad. A basic salary of seventy pounds, maybe there will be some bonuses if you do it well, it depends on whether the editor-in-chief is generous. Because he usually has a lot of friends and big hands, he has not been able to save much savings up to now. Even the portable motorcycle was bought by the newspaper, and he only got the right to use it.

Which blind gang would want to kidnap a reporter, and the rich would have nothing to do with reporters? Henry guessed that the kidnappers might be the wrong target, so wouldn't he be so unlucky that he became a scapegoat for a rich man?

But then he thought that the other party seemed to have asked for his name. It was obvious that the target of kidnapping was him. He began to worry whether he had offended someone he could not provoke. The problem was that he ran on official news. , Can't reach those fierce men who can mobilize gangs at all. What's more, this is Germany, Germany under the rule of the Nazi Party. This is a country full of police. Who would risk challenging the dignity of the General Security Bureau to kidnap a British journalist stationed abroad?

Henry was thinking wildly in his mind, worrying about his future, just before the reporter used his imagination to scare himself, he heard the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor with leather shoes, and then he opened the door with the key. The sound of the lock. Henry quickly relaxed and fell to the ground, pretending to be still in a coma.

"This guy is not awake yet." Henry heard a man say, although he was speaking German, he had a strong accent.

"At this point in the usual time, the effect of the medicine should have passed." Another man said.

"Wait a minute" the third man's voice sounded, and then Henry heard footsteps approaching. Immediately after Henry's rib was hit, the British reporter curled up in pain on the spot, and a miserable whine sounded from his blocked mouth.

"This trick has always been effective against this kind of guy who likes to pretend to be dead." said the third man.

"You guys, drag him to a chair and sit down." The fourth man said. Compared with the previous ones, this voice is quite distinctive, it seems that there is some kind of magnetism in his voice.

"Okay." Henry was dragged from the ground by a few big hands, and then pressed into a chair.

"Mr. Morris Henry, I'm sorry, but for some reason, we can only meet you in this way," the voice said.

"Don't get excited, Mr. Morris." The two big hands firmly pressed Henry who was about to struggle, and then someone tore off the mask from Henry's eyes. The reporter blinked, adjusting to the light in the room.

"I believe you know your situation. You were kidnapped by us." Henry followed his reputation and saw a well-dressed man sitting on a high-back chair with short gray hair and a face. Wearing a mask, the true age cannot be seen.

"If I were you, I would be quiet." After seeing Henry nodding his head vigorously, another man took out the cotton cloth tucked into Henry's mouth.

"Mr. Henry, you see, this is a good start." The gray-haired man folded his legs and put one hand on his knee.

"Don't worry, we are not robbers and we don't need your money." The gray-haired man reached out his other hand and took a document from his accomplice.

"We brought you here, just to ask you a few questions, Mr. Henry, if you cooperate, I promise to return you free." The gray-haired man flicked the file in his hand with his finger.

"Morris Henry, born in Tonbridge, England, was born on June 5, 1907. His father is Lettert Henry and his mother is Linda Henry. I was right, Henry Sir." the man asked.

"That's right, that's me, sir." Henry nodded, mentally having a new concept of the forces behind this group of people. These days, they are all paper archives. There is no national information network system. Accessing a person’s file is not easy.

"You have an older brother named Richard Henry." The man asked, looking at the file.

"Yes, sir." Henry nodded and answered.

"Where does he work now." The man raised his head and stared into Henry's eyes.

"I don't pay much attention to his affairs. I heard him say which subordinate department of the Admiralty." Henry answered honestly.

"You are very honest, Mr. Henry, there are not many people like you who are honest this year." Although the lower half of the other's face was not visible, Henry could see a smile in the other's eyes.

"Tell about your brother, Mr. Henry, do you always keep in touch now?" The man changed his seated position.

"Richard and I have been very good since childhood. He is a high-achieving student in school, and he is also very strong. He is always surrounded by a large number of girls. After graduating from high school, he joined the Navy and only has two weeks of vacation each year. , And then he married his boss’s daughter, moved out of the family’s apartment, and met on holidays several times a year. I changed jobs after graduating from college and eventually became a member of the Daily Mail A reporter, usually very busy at work, and there is no chance to meet Richard." Henry replied.

"When was the last contact?" the man asked.

"After the war broke out, he suddenly returned to Tonbridge’s house one day, and I happened to be at home that day. Richard told us to hide in the country’s aunt’s house, saying that the local fleet was attacked in Dunkirk. A fiasco, the Germans may land soon." Henry replied.

"Very well, Mr. Henry, let's talk about it today." The man stood up.

"Wait, didn't you say that if I cooperate, just let me go?" Henry raised his head and looked at the man.

"Yes, what I have said always counts. I will let you go, but not now." The man turned his face to a strong man and said, "Get some food for Mr. Henry, Take good care of him."

"Understood, boss." The strong man replied respectfully.

"I will come back to you to ask some questions. If you have any requirements, you can tell Igor that he will try his best to meet your requirements."

"May I know your name? Sir." Henry asked boldly.

"Well, of course, Mr. Henry, you can call me Mr. G." The man turned his head and looked at Henry.

"Mr. G?" Henry said the obvious pseudonym.

"Yes, Mr. Henry." Mr. G leaned slightly towards Henry, then turned his head and strode out the door.

"I'll get you food soon. You can only be wronged for a while before that." The strong man pulled Henry from his seat, and another man tied a fetter to Henry's foot. , The other end of the chain was connected to a steel frame bed in the corner of the house.

"I need to remind you that this room is deep underground. You can try to call for help and see if anyone can hear it." The strong man reminded Henry with a grinning smile before locking the door.

"Sir, is this Englishman really that important?" the subordinate following Mr. G asked suspiciously.

"Well, he is a key figure, so no mistakes can be made. Whether our plan in the UK can be carried out smoothly, the breakthrough lies with this man's brother." Mr. G took off his mask, revealing a majestic and solemn image Faces.

"If this is the case, I suggest that he should be transferred out of Berlin as soon as possible before alarming the General Security Bureau." Subordinates proposed.

"Don't act rashly for the time being. The British found out that he was missing. It will take at least two days. His identity is very useful, and I now have a new idea." Mr. G took out an envelope from his pocket.

"Is this the one found in the British pocket?" the subordinate asked.

"Do you know what's inside?" Mr. G stopped ~IndoMTL.com~ I don't know. "The subordinate shook his head honestly.

"This is an invitation for the press reception dinner in the German capital tomorrow night. Reinhard von Steide will attend this banquet in person."

"Do you want it?" The subordinate looked at the boss with horror.

"Fool, do you want me to commit suicide? I mean, this is the perfect opportunity for us to get close to the new head of the empire." Mr. G raised his head and looked at the light. Exquisite invitation card.

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