Imperial Overlord

"Look, waiting is also waiting. Go and explain, Mark Bain must be eliminated." Li Le didn't want to let go of someone who was almost certain that he was a fake head of state.

He had to make sure that everyone who doubted him was just doubting, or that everyone who really doubted his identity was dead.

In this way, he is absolutely safe, and absolute safety is a necessary condition for him to use his status as the head of state to change the course of World War II.

Himmler obviously also wanted to know whether his little actions in Bavaria had any effect.

So he hurriedly saluted Li Le and left the head of state's office. When he walked to the end of the promenade of the Prime Minister's Office, he saw his men who couldn't wait to see him.

"The Führer himself made a phone call and removed all evidence. Doctor Brin is dead... No one can confirm that the Führer has a hidden illness." His subordinates hurriedly reported the results of the operation.

Obviously, this result is not what Himmler wants to see, which shows that the Führer has indeed mastered his small movements, and it is all the small movements.

"Impossible. Those who know that the Führer has a hidden illness, besides me and the dead Roma, there is only one Dr. Brin left." Himmler was taken aback by this news.

If it is said that the fake Fuhrer can know about the real Fuhrer about the dentist, it may be possible.

But if it is said that some hidden forces can even know that the head of the state has a hidden disease in the lower body, then their intelligence work has been done too well.

Since the current head of state knows the secret of hidden illness, it is more likely that this head of state is the real head of state who knows everything about himself.

"If he is the Führer, why should he be afraid of investigation and destroy all the evidence?" Himmler still couldn't figure out this aspect.

Perhaps it was simply because he was unwilling to have people investigate him, or perhaps it was the half-heartedness of his subordinates that really angered the Führer—the investigation itself was a kind of betrayal, so the Führer killed all possibilities with his own hands.

But he had already figured out another thing, that is his secretary, a true confidant would definitely not be able to keep it.

At this time, even if the man sitting in the position of the head of state does not have the identity of the real head of state, he definitely has the ruthlessness and determination of the head of state.

He Himmler didn't want to be killed by the Führer himself, so he could only temporarily follow the Führer's orders to kill Heydrich's subordinate Mark Bain.

"You, immediately arrange for people to find Mark Bain, kill him, and get rid of his henchmen! This must be done before midnight today! Be quick and don't be sloppy! Understand?" Simm Lei thought of this and commanded.

Behind him, on the tall corridor of the Prime Minister's Office, the famous paintings hanging under the light radiate soft colors.

"Leader... Bain is from Chief Heydrich, is it going to cross the line to get rid of it?" His confidant hurriedly asked.

"Crossing the line? No, of course not..." Himmler was stunned when he heard his subordinate's question, and then replied with some pride: "This is the order of the Fuhrer, just execute it!"

But thinking of the price he would have to pay, Himmler suddenly felt a pain in his flesh: "Also, my secretary, Burwell, you must also get rid of it tonight! Don't ask why, just do it right away."

"..." His subordinates looked at Himmler in front of him carefully as if they were looking at someone they didn't know. After a long while, they stood at attention and saluted, and turned away without saying a word.

He couldn't help but wonder: why did it seem that overnight, not only the Führer became strange, but Himmler became strange...

"It seems that tonight is destined to be a **** night." Before Himmler's men got into the car, he saw another familiar car parked in front of the Prime Minister's Office.

Reinhard Heydrich got out of his car and saw Himmler standing at the door, as if he was waiting for him.

"Leader!" At least on the surface, Heydrich was still Himmler's subordinate, so he saluted him as soon as they met to show his respect.

Even in secret, the two of them wanted to sit in front of each other, but at least from the outsiders' point of view, they were still a genial SS family.

"Do you know why the Führer asked me to come?" Himmler gave up his seat with a smile, motioned Heydrich to come to him, and asked.

"I really don't know about this. The Führer invited me to have dinner. I didn't know until I saw you that the Führer also invited someone else." Heydrich answered truthfully.

He didn't need to change anything about this kind of thing. He really thought that the Führer only invited him to thank him for his kind reminder and to praise him for his loyalty.

"The Führer just ordered me to secretly execute Baine." Himmler casually talked about what he had just ordered out, as if it had nothing to do with him.

When he heard Baine's name, Heydrich was obviously a little flustered. That was his confidant, the one he kindly sent to remind the Fuhrer, why did the Fuhrer kill him?

"Of course, even if I don't say it, you will know tomorrow... My secretary Berville and the SS coroner Wilhelm... have also received the punishment they deserve." Himmler felt his face when he mentioned this. The department has a tendency to cramp.

Originally, he was still thinking about why his confidant would fall into Heydrich's hands in Himmler's hands. At this time, the expression on his face became even more exciting.

He looked at Himmler in disbelief, then frowned and asked, "Why?"

Yes, why. If you say unilaterally killing Burwell or Bane, this is very easy to explain. But why did the Prime Minister kill Himmler and Heydrich's henchmen?

"The Führer knew that I was investigating him... So I had to hand over the right person to give the Führer an account." The more Himmler thought about it, the more mysterious and terrifying the Führer felt.

"And your people obviously intend to betray you and go it alone, and the Führer is helping you clear the door." He explained to Heydrich gloatingly, "Bane is going to forge evidence to blackmail the Führer."

Heydrich stopped his steps, looked at Himmler in disbelief, then his expression returned to icy coldness, nodded and continued walking towards the Führer's office.

The two didn't speak again. Obviously, the dinner that was waiting for them didn't seem to be as delicious as they imagined, or it could be described as hard to swallow.

The door of the head of state's office in the heavy prime minister's palace was pushed open by the attendants, and Li Le walked out, wearing the yellow military uniform he liked.

This military uniform was specially made for him, and it fits him well. He still wears his beloved Iron Cross from the First World War on his chest.

"Victory! Führer!" The two leaders of the SS, who were waiting for Li Le outside the door, quickly raised their arms and saluted.

"I prepared a lot of delicious food for the two of you... Let's talk while we eat." Li Le casually returned a simple hand and then walked forward on his own.

The two looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes, then stepped up to follow, and followed Li Le and the guards to the dining room of the Prime Minister's Office.

Although compared to such giant buildings as the Forbidden City, no matter how magnificent the giant buildings in Berlin are, they are only small beans.

But when it comes to splendor, the two are not the same style at all. Europe has its own European luxury, which is equally beautiful.

On the long table with candlesticks, Li Le couldn't smile when facing the vegetable leaves and potatoes.

But when he restrained his smile, Himmler and Heydrich couldn't help sweating on their backs.

Some people, even with a smile on their face, can make people nervous. And once this kind of person loses a smile, the people around him will even be short of breath.

Obviously, the Fuhrer is such a person.

"We won in Poland, then we beat Denmark, Belgium, Norway, and France...a series of victories~www.wuxiaspot.com~Let each of us think we've won the war." While stirring the plate with a fork vegetables, Li Le said suddenly.

"You all think that the war is won, and it's time to divide power and even interests." Li Le glanced at Himmler and Heydrich, and said slowly.

"Is this really the case? The British are eyeing, the Americans are eager to move, and the Russians are ready to kill us at any time!" At this time, do you think you can share the fruits of victory?

"Our oil depends on Romania, which is close to the Soviet Union! The supply of rubber has never been sufficient! The same is true for rare metals! You think you can sit back and relax at this time?" Li Le sneered, then put down his fork.

"Now your subordinates have made up my mind, and both of you have been tricked." When he said this, he closed his mouth and took a mouthful of potatoes.

This is the only thing in the whole plate that he thinks can still be eaten. After all, something like potatoes, no matter how you cook it, will not make people feel bad.

"My Führer, I'm very sorry about Burwell. It's because I didn't restrain my subordinates. This kind of thing will definitely not happen next time." Himmler quickly apologized.

He just knew that there was no result on the Bavarian State Prison, so he naturally took a step back and gave up this attack.

Heydrich hasn't confirmed whether his subordinate Bane is really betrayed, so he didn't speak, just listened to Li Le continue to talk about his thoughts.

"I hope that the assassination in Paris will end tonight. All the parties involved will disappear forever tonight. This is the best result of this matter! Do you understand?" Li Le said his plan quite proudly. .