Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 124: Encounter (Part 1)

Out of the Zibilite base, the Mercedes-Benz carrying two SS investigators turned onto the dirt road south along the canal. They were going to spend the night in Suez that night.

Captain Dietretz and Sergeant Merkel are old partners. As early as the invasion of Poland, they were members of the General Security Task Force. They were different from the Storm Task Force that killed the Jews. It is an important confidential file kept by the Polish police system.

Because their hands are clean and their social relationships are relatively simple, they escaped the internal cleanup operation of the General Security Bureau.

Anyway, SS members are SS members. In their eyes, they only have loyalty and responsibility, and there is no concept of good and evil. After five years of service in the General Security Bureau, Dieteritz's hands were stained with blood, but compared to the colleagues who were washed away, he finally maintained a sense of justice in his heart.

"We may be able to ask our superiors to put some pressure on the British so that they can issue a national wanted notice." Merkel took a puff of cigarette, and then threw the cigarette **** out of the car window.

"Do you know how long the Egyptian border is? Twenty-four hours is enough for the British ensign to escape the country." Captain Dieteritz’s elbow was on the edge of the car window, a delicate The silver lighter tumbled between his fingers.

"I have a hunch, Captain, the suspect should have not left, and may even be hiding in a nearby village." Merkel held the steering wheel in one hand and drew a cigarette from the cigarette case on the dashboard with the other.

"What is your basis?"

"Look at the captain, the general is obviously covering up the ensign. From his position, there is no need to do this."

"I also think so, Sergeant Major, he must have something in the hands of the ensign, so he has to delay our investigation and cover up his crimes."

"That's what I think, Captain, if that Henderson has left the country, why should General Richard risk making us suspicious and try to cover that bastard." Merkel pulled out The cigarette lighter under the dashboard lit the cigarette on his mouth.

"He was buying time for that Hudson, and he knew Hudson's current whereabouts very well." Dietertz's eyes shone.

"I think we should immediately ask for support from above, at least let them transfer us a class."

"One squad might not be enough. We have to send people to monitor this general and his henchmen 24 hours a day. At the same time, we need to align all the external telephone lines of Bilit base for technical wiretapping." Dietertz paused with his palm. Hold the lighter tightly in your fist.

"I will report to the headquarters as soon as I go back, hoping that everything is still in time." The SS ensign said, looking at the large reeds outside the car window.

The Suez Canal is a saltwater river, and the Big Bitter Lake is also a saltwater lake. There are large saline marshes around it, but at the same time several freshwater tributaries join the canal from here, bringing valuable freshwater resources that can be used for irrigation , The local Egyptians reclaimed farmland on this land, planted rice and other cash crops, and kept a large reed beach.

The Mercedes-Benz drove along the dirt road on the river bank, and soon Arab-style bungalows and farmland crisscrossed by paddles appeared in the vision. Although it was December, the local temperature in Egypt was still hovering around 20 degrees. Farmers planted alfalfa and wheat in the fields, and it looked like green.

"The air here is very good, and the wind is very comfortable." Merkel dusted the car window with soot.

"When this case is over, I will request a vacation from my superiors. I am going to live in Egypt for a while, stroll around Alexandria, and then go to the Valley of the Kings to see the tombs of the pharaohs." Captain Ditretz Speaking under the chin.

"That's...hey? What does the guy in front want to do?" Merkel held the cigarette in her mouth, lifted her foot and pressed the brake forcefully.

I saw a man wearing a white Arab traditional robe suddenly emerged from the bushes beside the road, and then ran to the middle of the highway and waved his hands frantically at the Mercedes-Benz.

The Mercedes-Benz tires rubbed against the gravel road, making a harsh noise, and then stopped firmly in the center of the highway.

"Help! Help!" The man rushed over quickly, then lay down on the engine cover of the Mercedes-Benz, calling for help loudly to the cab.

"Go down and take a look, be careful." Dietertz said to Sergeant Merkel. He glanced at the back of the car and then opened the door on his side.

"Who are you? Get out of my car." Merkel shouted at the man in Arabic, and unlocked the holster with her right hand.

"Help!" Only then did the two agents realize that the man was yelling in German.

"Are you a German?" Dietertz asked, and then the captain realized that he had asked a silly question, because the man raised his head, showing the face of a local.

"Someone wants to kill me, they have killed my driver, help, help!" The Egyptian businessman crawled off the hood and replied in a bit of abrupt German.

"Who are you? Who is going to kill you?" Dietertz frowned. He felt that the scene before him was very suspicious. Maybe it was a trap set by the enemy.

He heard that in Poland there are several colleagues from the General Security Bureau who used a similar trap. When they were found the next day, there were only a few cold corpses that had been tortured and scarred, and there were no prisoners until now. found.

"I am Abdul Said Ali. I am a friend of Germany. I have a certificate. I have a certificate." Mr. Ali reached into his arms and groped, and the two Germans met by appointment. Drew the pistol from the holster.

"Don't shoot, I am a friend from Germany, my friend, I am Ali, Captain Dietrich of Cairo can testify for me, see...Look, this is the proof he gave me." Ali hurriedly said One hand was raised, and the other hand held a small badge.

"Ouroboros badge?" Dietertz walked forward cautiously and took the badge from the Egyptian.

"Are you working for us?" The captain turned over the badge and checked the stamped number on the back. Dieteritz judged that the badge should be genuine.

The German Intelligence Agency seldom sends this kind of identification mark to the informants below, because the two parties are mostly simple money transactions, and the German side will not recognize it once captured. Only some of the more important employees with tested loyalty can get this kind of identity certificate. The main function is to make the informants feel at ease and make them feel that they are recognized by the organization and can be obtained by the German government. protection.

In fact, what was originally supposed to be, what is still going on now, at most when exchanging spies with each other, this kind of people can also occupy a place. But before Britain and Germany tore their faces, even if these people are caught, their life safety can still be guaranteed, and they will not disappear silently and silently in the long yellow sand like the spies caught by other countries.

"Your name is Abdul Said..." Merkel took the pistol back into the holster~IndoMTL.com~Ali, Mr. Officer, my name is Ali. "Mr. Ali respectfully took back his badge from Dieteritz and carefully put it back in his arms.

"You said that someone was going to kill you? What's the matter." Captain Dieteritz closed the pistol insurance.

"It was there. They were chasing me just now. There were four people. Praise God and I escaped. These villains will definitely go to hell." Ali was still a little frightened. He pointed to a row of houses to the south. She said.

PS: Finally recovered, thank you for your concern. The first chapter is here, and the second chapter is code after dinner.

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