Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 45: Odin’s right eye (2)
Watching the last commando leave the lounge, Welby turned and walked quickly towards an inconspicuous small door.
The operation has started, and he has done everything he should do. The Eye of Odin can be regarded as sufficient capital for this operation, and the rest can only be arranged by God.
Welby is a professional intelligence agent. He only cares about how to complete the tasks assigned to him by his boss. No other issues are within his consideration. However, when he got the detailed instructions for this mission, Welby first had a doubt about his boss' intentions. Although the direct boss would often give orders that were confusing at first glance, but after careful consideration, Welbe could always see some general intentions.
However, this time Welbey couldn't see what tricks the lieutenant colonel wanted to do, and what benefits the empire could gain from a long-dead former leader.
Welbey’s doubts are limited to this. A professional spy should know that any attempt to explore the truth of his mission is unwise and dangerous, because it often involves the top secrets of the country, the better The more agents should know how to protect themselves.
Welbey opened the small door and walked into the study next to the lounge. The last owner of this villa was a Mexican banker. It is said that he suffered a fatal blow during the nightmare economic crisis, and finally committed suicide by swallowing a gun while holding a court subpoena in this study. The villa was subsequently seized by the court, but because the owner’s fate was a bit tragic, the superstitious Mexicans believed it was cursed, so it remained vacant for more than ten years and no one dared to care about it until a month ago. It was bought by Welby as an upstart in the United States. The Mexican felt that a foreign fat sheep had been slaughtered, and Verbe was fortunate that it was so easy to complete the first step of the plan. Both parties were very happy.
Welby walked to the wall of the study and uncovered the botched landscape painting on the wall to reveal the safe behind. Carefully opened the combination lock, Welbey piled everything in the safe on the desk quickly, took out a purse from under the desk, and put a thick pile of passports in the pile on the desk, identity The supporting documents, an exquisite black velvet cloth bag and more than 30 bundles of U.S. dollars rolled up were put in. Welby carefully checked the remaining documents, picked out several important contracts, documents and communication records and stuffed them into his purse. Then he opened the drawer of the desk, took out a paper bag of documents from it, and put all the remaining documents into the paper bag. After doing all this, Welby lightly lit a cigarette to fasten the lock of the purse, and then walked out of the study with the purse in one hand and the document bag under his arm.
Following the stairs next to the study, Welbert carried the bag and boarded the roof of the villa. This is a very spacious platform, with some tables and chairs scattered around, and even an exquisite swing stand. The former owner may often take his family here to enjoy the cool and quiet nights of Mexico after dinner. The platform is surrounded by a circle of elegantly decorated white plaster fences, and on the corner is a beautiful wooden dovecote, painted with white paint.
Verbe took a cigarette and looked around for a while, then carried his purse into the dovecote.
The interior of the dovecote has been refurbished, except for the appearance, there is nothing related to the previous use. On the side facing the street, there is a small chair and a table, and there is a table on the table. Magnet phone and a high-power telescope.
Welby walked to the table and put down his leather bag, dragged the chair to the wall and sat down. He first took out his pocket watch from his pocket to check the time, and then pulled off a moving baffle on the wall and raised the telescope Observed towards the street.
The street still looks the same now, the violent sunlight is still trying to drain the last drop of water from the asphalt road, and the two Mexican police officers in front of the small door of the villa opposite have retreated into their guard box. Here, Gonzalez was still arguing with the painters, and his voice was so loud that he could even hear him here, really an energetic subordinate.
Verbe saw his two assault team members. They are now quietly lurking beside the front wall and side door of his villa, waiting for the signal to launch an attack.
Everything is under control. It feels very good. Welby shook the handle of the magnet phone a few times and then picked up the receiver.
"Captain, everything is ready, how about you here."
Welby raised his binoculars and continued to observe the situation on the street.
"I'm on standby, Major."
There was a low answer on the phone.
"How is the goal now?"
"The target went around in the garden two minutes ago, and now he is back in the house."
"Today is not a good day for a walk, I think we... They are here, Captain, get ready, remember, keep the target safe anyway."
While talking, two black cars appeared on the street and stopped more than 20 meters away from the villa opposite.
"I understand, Major."
continued to answer calmly on the phone.
"Very good, you can do whatever you want."
Welbey put down the phone without waiting for the other person to answer. From the binoculars, you can clearly see a guy in a raincoat climbed down from one of the cars, and then slowly followed the sidewalk to the opposite building. Go to the villa.
raincoat? This Spanish idiot, there is no one who wears a raincoat to go to the streets in this kind of weather. How did the Soviet NKVD train this kind of stuff?
Welbert watched the figure slowly walking towards the small door with angrily. But what made him fall apart happened, and the two Mexican police officers opened the door like this and let in the guy who seemed to be problematic.
"They even greeted him with a smile! Is the quality of the Mexican police so bad?"
Welbey was stunned and let go of the heart he had just mentioned.
Thank God! Welby drew a cross on his chest, thanks to the two policemen being dull enough, otherwise the action plan would be completely disrupted.
"This is Target Two? What a crappy assassin!"
Just as Major Welbe thanked God, Captain Connig let out a sigh.
Through the quadruple scope lens, Captain Connig carefully observes his primary target. The other party wears a hood on his head and can't see his face, but he looks very young in terms of body shape and movement. According to the data, this Spanish talent named Mercate is only in his twenties, has received special training, and is a member of the special operations team of the Soviet National People’s Committee of the Interior.
Captain Connig had never seen an assassin before, but he was sure that there would never be an assassin worse than this one in disguise. From his walking posture and the abnormal shaking of the bottom of the windbreaker, it can be seen that the guy has hidden a heavy object in the windbreaker pocket, which should be a weapon.
Seeing the target walk into the room, Connig turned the sight to the room where Target No. 1 is located.
Captain Connig was temporarily transferred to Mexico to participate in this operation by the command. He had never dreamed that he would be so far away from home before that. Konig participated in the last war and was an extremely experienced war veteran. Because of this, he was lucky enough to stay in the army and become a member of the 100,000 army after the last war. He is a mountain warfare expert and a top sniper. Although the captain has always claimed to be an expert in mountain tactics, everyone who knows him agrees that his mountain warfare tactics are not worth mentioning when compared with his exquisite sniper skills.
Captain Hans Konig was serving in the 1st Mountain Infantry Division before being thrown to Mexico by the High Command. He served as the company commander of a Mountain Infantry Company. He was the first batch of Iron Cross Medals after the war. By. But just when he was standing in the foothills of the snow-capped Alps with great ambitions and wanted to make persistent efforts, the command sent him to hot Mexico with an order.
Previously, the captain had heard about the spy business. When he was young, he had longed for the mysterious and exciting life, but he never thought that one day he would become one of them. He was a little worried. Forty-two years old, is it a little late to change the stove? However, when he met Major Welby, he realized that the above was not for him to be a spy, but for his sniper skills, allowing him to complete a special sniper mission. The captain breathed a sigh of relief, with a slight regret in his heart~IndoMTL.com~The number one target of this operation appeared in the scope, with gray hair and a bunch of beautiful goats like his comrade Lenin. Hu, a pair of huge glasses, the great founder of the Red Army is now crouching and struggling at the desk.
Captain Connig has been monitoring him for a week. This old man does have an admirable personality, especially when he is meditating, it sometimes brings an invisible sense of oppression. Power, worthy of being someone who has mastered the country's armed forces.
The assassin was introduced into the study by the guards. He humbly handed over an item to Trosky, and then stood aside with his hands dropped. Konig gently pushed aside his Mauser 98 shotgun insurance.
Torowski seemed to be in a good mood today. After chatting with the assassin for a few words, he took the thing and turned to the desk. Trosky put on his glasses, and then took the thing to read it carefully, at the same time the assassin began to move quietly behind the old man.
Konig moved the muzzle slightly and pressed the gloomy young face to the top of the T-line of the scope. The sniper expert adjusted his breathing, his fingers set the trigger, and he watched the young assassin slowly pull out the murder weapon from the pocket of the windbreaker.
It is an ice axe. As an expert in mountain infantry, Konig is very familiar with this climbing tool. The white copper pickaxe, in order to be able to hide in the windbreaker, the murderer also specially cut off the wooden handle, and now this gleaming ice pick is slowly raised against Trosky's old head.
Konig pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the gunshots were clear and loud.