How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

“Boruto…Boruto…When did you sneak a peek at my research report…”

In the office, Heisenberg, 41 years old this year, grabbed his hair and stared blankly at a document on the desk, with complicated emotions and a painful look on his face.

It's already 5:10 in the afternoon, so it will probably take a few more minutes.

The Gestapo was about to arrive at the office to take the document away.

Could something unexpected happen at this most critical moment?

But when did this guy Borut sneak a peek at my research and development report?

Could it be that he has already seen the problem?

Heisenberg felt his heart beating so fast that he had to stand up and get a cup of coffee to calm his anxious heart.

Who knew that I just received...

Boom boom boom!

Someone knocked softly on the door, and then walked into the room without waiting for Heisenberg's consent.

Heisenberg shuddered all over, and as he looked at the uninvited guests, cold sweat quietly appeared on his back.

Five people came in, four of them were fully armed aides wearing M32 black uniforms, and the other was a handsome middle-aged man with his hands behind his back.

As soon as the four of them entered the room, they stood in different positions, with their hands placed between their trouser seams, standing straight and not looking away.

The last man walked into the room slowly, smiling, and looked around leisurely at everything in front of him.

He has a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets and short golden hair.

Its aura is so strong that the air around it seems to condense as soon as it enters the room.

"Oh, dear Mr. Heisenberg!"

The man spoke slowly and gently, instructing the followers beside him to close the door.

"As soon as I received your call, my boss ordered me to come here immediately. How are you doing recently?"

When the room was closed, Heisenberg looked at the man in front of him and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.

coming.

Sure enough, he still came.

But why is it him?

Why is he in the Uranium Club?

Is it...

"Ah, sir, I didn't expect you to come here in person to pick up this document. I am really surprised. I am very sorry that I didn't greet you in person."

"I'm fine. I'm doing fine recently. Please sit down. Please sit down!"

After Heisenberg recovered, he quickly invited the guy in front of him to sit down and handed the coffee in his hand to him.

The man reached out to take it and nodded slightly to express his gratitude, but did not drink it. Instead, he walked around Heisenberg unceremoniously and sat in the chair in front of the desk.

The cuckoo has taken over the magpie's nest, or in other words, the guest has usurped the throne, but everything seems so natural.

He seemed to have no intention of respecting Heisenberg at all, but his tone was friendly.

"Ah! Of course I'm coming, sir."

The man smiled first, then sighed deeply: "After hearing your report over the phone, the boss hasn't been able to eat for a day."

"He flew into a rage and scolded everyone around him. He also asked me to put down my work immediately and come over to get the research report in person."

"How could I not come? Although I was busy with important things, I didn't scare you with my sudden visit?"

The man turned and looked at Heisenberg.

"No, no! Absolutely not!"

Heisenberg kept shaking his head, and although he was smiling, his expression became increasingly uglier.

"Why don't you sit down? Why do I look disgusting to you? Sir, why don't you look at me?"

The man smiled and pointed to the soft leather sofa beside him.

Heisenberg slowly put his butt on it like an obedient student.

But he didn't dare sit down completely, so he was ready to stand up at any time, and quietly wiped the cold sweat from his face, for fear that the other party would notice something.

As for looking at the other person?

Still don’t dare.

Damn it!

Perhaps Heisenberg never expected that the person who came was actually the head of the Gestapo and the captain of the guard...

Reinhard, here you are!

Reinhard who?

The sharpest knife in the hands of a failed student, a top executioner who has slaughtered more than six million people!

Every move, every frown and smile of the other party means that countless lives are about to disappear.

As soon as he appeared, Heisenberg felt as if millions of wronged souls were howling in his ears, making him feel weak all over and restless.

Reinhard seemed to be aware of Heisenberg's nervousness and embarrassment, but the smile on his face became more friendly.

"Forget it! If you don't dare to look at me, then don't look at me. Seriously! Recently, even my wife and children don't dare to look at me."

"I can't help it. I have done too many wrong things for the rise of the empire."

Reinhard sighed, stopped talking and pointed to the document on the table.

"Is this it, sir? Is this what I want to take?"

Heisenberg nodded and said, "...Yes! It's hard to explain over the phone, so I wrote it down for the boss to review."

"Mr. Reinhard, you can send it to the boss. The boss will understand everything after reading it..."

"haha, really?"

Reinhard did not touch the document on the table, but placed his hands on the desk and tapped rhythmically.

He seemed to be thinking.

Apart from tapping the table, he said nothing more, and his face gradually became serious, and the room began to become quiet.

Heisenberg watched the other person's fingers tapping on the table and listened to the ticking sound. He felt as if a non-existent big hand was slowly tightening his throat, making it impossible for him to breathe.

Not bad!

The man in front of him, Executioner Reinhard, possesses such terrifying abilities.

Sometimes his silence is even more crazy than his speech.

When his expression becomes serious, it means he is starting to think about how many of his kind he wants to kill.

I don't know how long it was, but just when Heisenberg was about to suffocate, Reinhard finally spoke.

"No hurry, sir! Since the results are out, there's no need to look at them. My boss just asked me to come over and ask you a few questions. I wonder if you can answer them honestly?"

"call……"

Heisenberg breathed a sigh of relief, finally avoiding suffocation, and kept nodding his head.

"Yes, yes! Sir, you can ask me anything. I can answer you."

Reinhard then smiled, leaned back and said.

"Last month, we received your application report for scientific research funds and found that it only required 6 million Reichsmarks."

"Is this little money really enough to develop a nuclear fission bomb?"

Heisenberg's heart trembled a little when he heard this, and he nodded in response.

"That's enough! That's enough! Mr. Reinhard, perhaps you don't know that this is only the initial stage of the research and development project, and it doesn't require too much research and development funds. Six million Reichsmarks are more than enough. If the project makes great progress, we will have to apply for more funds for subsequent experiments. It's just that..."

Heisenberg wanted to reiterate that continuing the experiment was almost impossible.

The preparation of several tons of uranium 235 material is simply impossible with Blue Star's existing technology.

Unexpectedly, Reinhard did not let Heisenberg finish speaking and continued asking.

"I see! My boss also asked me to ask, saying that you only need more than 6 scientific researchers, including 1000 scientists, about 1 craftsmen, and imperial soldiers to help complete the entire experiment. Is this number of people... really enough?"

Heisenberg's heart trembled again, but he still gritted his teeth and replied.

"Enough, enough! Mr. Reinhard, a nuclear fission bomb is not about digging trenches, group warfare, or conquering enemy territory. I just need elites to complete all research projects, skilled craftsmen to complete the forging of equipment, and some imperial soldiers to protect our safety."

"Nevertheless, I still think that 10,000 imperial soldiers stationed here are too many. We can reduce them to about 1,000 and let the rest go to the battlefield..."

Listening to Heisenberg's explanation, Reinhard curled the corners of his mouth and the smile on his face became more and more intense.

"That's what it is, that's what it is..."

He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked to Heisenberg.

"Can……"

Reinhard bent down and put his face almost in front of Heisenberg's.

The smile gradually disappeared as he spoke word by word.

"Mr. Heisenberg, I just intercepted a telegram from the Allied Forces, which said that their chief physicist, Oppenheimer, is applying for 20 billion US dollars in funding, as well as 2000 scientists, more than 15 scientific researchers, and craftsmen and soldiers to start a nuclear fission bomb research project called the Manhattan Project!"

"Mr. Heisenberg! Could you explain to me..."

"What exactly is going on?"

Bang!

Reinhard slapped the desk next to him, causing a loud noise.

boom!

Heisenberg heard the loud noise and felt like his head was going to explode.