Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 401: Connector (bottom)

"Hey, are you deaf? Can you understand what I'm talking about? Credentials." The military police sergeant rubbed his fat fingers at Julian.

The door on the Julian side of the back seat of the car opened, and an Italian military police slowly climbed out of the car, standing by the side of the car holding the holster around his waist with a disapproving expression, staring at the " North Africans".

Julian’s appearance at the moment has completely changed. He is a native of southern France, with curly black hair, and beautiful dark brown eyes. It is said that his ancestors have Spanish descent, but he looks He looks more like a Greek.

Julian's face is thin, with a conspicuous hooked nose, and his once smooth cheeks are now covered with tousled beards. The hot sun has tanned his skin, and every pore and wrinkle on his face They are all inlaid with gray dust, which is a gift given to every traveler by the great Sahara.

The Frenchman is now wearing a low-quality gray Arabian robe, sandals woven with leather straps on his feet, a dirty blue-gray headscarf wrapped around his head, and a coarse cloth drape used by locals on his shoulders. This two-sided symmetrical walking tool can be conveniently placed on the saddle and the back of the camel, and is generally used to store food and personal sundries.

After some careful disguise, at first glance, it looks no different from ordinary Papal civilians.

"Oh, I understand, sir, of course I have a certificate." Julian hurriedly searched in the furnishings with a look of fear and trepidation, and then pulled out a crumpled one. The jam was handed to the military police sergeant.

Getting this official ID card issued by the Italian colony did not cost Julian much energy. As long as you pay the starting price, you can get everything you want from the Italian officials.

"Hassan Doriani Jussell?" The military police sergeant looked at the dirty piece of paper. Like most ID documents at the time, there were only records of names and places of origin and no photos. .

In the 1930s and 1940s, ordinary ID documents rarely had a photo column, and even many military ID documents did not need to post photos, which gave counterfeiters in various countries a great loophole to exploit.

"Yes, sir." Julian spoke fluent Italian.

"It looks okay, there is the official seal of the local police station." The military police sergeant handed the certificate to the colleague in the passenger seat.

"From Zavia? You ran a long way." The military police sergeant leaned against the car window and questioned Julian.

"I heard that workers are needed here, so I want to come and see if I can get a profitable job, sir." Julian replied respectfully.

"It looks like you're a good mix, Italian?" The military police sergeant asked Julian with a haughty look, because no matter how disguised, the subtle differences in appearance still cannot be hidden.

But the military police sergeant did not feel suspicious about this. Italy has been colonizing here for decades. I don’t know how many impoverished Italians came to this land to try their luck. Less like the man in front of him, completely Arabized and integrated into the local tribes, of course, more of them end up desperate as beggars, liars and professional thieves.

"I was born in Zavia, my father is Italian, and my mother is a local." Julian nodded and replied. This is the identity that the liaison officer arranged for him, so that once he encounters the current situation, he can explain his western face well.

"Fabrizo, go up and search for this guy." The military police sergeant took the ID card back from the co-pilot, then turned his face to the military police standing next to the car and ordered.

"Hey, head, why is it me again? This guy is stinking like a pile." The military police complained while using rich body language to emphasize his dissatisfaction.

"Don't talk nonsense, go and see if this guy is carrying any prohibited items." The military police sergeant directly rejected his subordinate's opinion.

"Okay, sir. Now, you fellow, please be honest and stand over there." The military police reluctantly stepped forward and gave Julian a strong push.

In the next second, the head of this military police suddenly exploded in full view. The hot blood mixed with the marrow fluid, engulfed in a mess of brain tissue, immediately sprayed out and spilled beside him. Julian's face is full.

Everyone, including Julian, was stunned by the scene before them. They didn't even have time to react, and they didn't even understand what was going on.

"Hey, what the **** did you **** do!" The military police sergeant pushed the door and jumped out of the car. He hurriedly drew the pistol from the holster and pointed it at the **** face. Julian is like a ghost crawling out of hell.

At this moment, the Frenchman has not been relieved from the terrible encounter just now. Although he has participated in the army and shot and killed people with his own hands, he saw a person’s head smashed at such a close distance. This is his first experience.

So the French looked at the Italian military police sergeant with blank eyes, as if he could not understand the other party's words at all.

"God, God, benevolent lord." The gendarme corporal in the co-pilot ran to the corpse, and was immediately frightened by the tragedy, and began to circle around the corpse at a loss.

"What did you do to him, raise your hand to let me see clearly, you bastard." The military police sergeant recognized that the man in front of him was doing tricks, but he knew how the other party did it. There was no gunshot at all when the incident happened.

"Shoot, sergeant, shoot, he is a wizard, this is evil African sorcery." The military police screamed.

"Shut up, Masmiliano, I will figure out everything. You will handcuff this guy to me right now." The military police sergeant ordered loudly.

"Take the remaining two military policemen, and now you can't let the target fall into the hands of the Italians." The robed man in the duo watching on the roof in the distance ordered.

"No problem, that's why I like this job." The sniper gently squeezed the trigger, the bullet passed through the metal silencer, and the gunshot sounded a little dull.

"Very good, hit the head, very beautiful." At this time they were only 300 meters away from the target, and the accuracy of shooting could be guaranteed.

"The rest wants to escape and kill him." The robe man calmly ordered.

The gendarme corporal watched his boss fall in front of him, and then heard a faint bang in his ear. At this time, he finally understood that this was not a witchcraft at all, but someone was using it. The gun fired at them, and then he immediately realized that he might be the next target of the mysterious gunman, and quickly turned around and ran towards the car.

But before he could take two steps, he staggered, and then he threw his legs forward and fell on the ground. Soon a lot of blood appeared under the body of the military policeman. The pool of blood slowly spread and stained a large area of ​​the asphalt road that was hot from the sun.

Julian continued until the last gendarme fell to his death, and finally reacted. Only then did he realize that he was the only one left in the whole street. Looking at the three horrible corpses of the Italian military police in front of him, he knew that he was now in another huge trouble.

Julian doesn’t know who the gunmen killed them, but obviously, he should be on his side, because if the other party didn’t take the shot in time just now, the important information and documents he was carrying might fall into The hands of the Italians, the hopes placed on him by countless comrades and comrades, will soon be wiped out.

Immediately he decided that he must leave this ghost place immediately. Who knows if the locals who escaped will report to the Italian authorities. These are not ordinary policemen, but the famous Italian military police, Mo The elite troops that Solini trusted and relied on the most, they would never let go of themselves as a party directly present. Julian couldn't care about cleaning up the mess, he covered his face with a turban, and rushed towards a narrow alley with his legs spread out.

"Really a clever guy, although the previous reaction feels a bit unbearable." The man in the robe lowered the telescope.

"What should we do now, target number three has not yet appeared." The sniper retracted the rifle and removed the muffler on the muzzle.

"Leave here first~IndoMTL.com~In this case, we can only adopt a preliminary plan." The man in the robe picked up one side of the cloth bag and handed it to the sniper.

"The Italians will not react very quickly. From receiving the report to mobilizing the troops to search, we have plenty of time in the middle." The man in the robe put the binoculars into the cloth bag.

"Don’t worry, I see that the group has followed. As long as I help this man avoid the Italians, the third target will come to the door by himself. I think after this mission is over. Where did you go on vacation?" The long-distance runner patted the sniper's arm.

"Go anywhere, as long as it is cooler than here." The sniper replied with a smile.

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