Colonel, don't draw your gun

The straight officer standing on the far left is Colonel Stauffenberg, photographed on July 1944, 7.This photo highlights the colonel's height... Although Mustache is a little short, he is definitely "superior"...

"My lord, is there any important business for you to make a special trip today?" Klaus cut to the chase, because he had listened to Himmler's nonsense for at least 15 minutes while sitting here.

Himmler, who was interrupted, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose a little unhappy, but he still chose to tolerate this young and promising major, "Yes, I came here this time mainly because I have a plan, and I need to be in the police station. Pick someone in the bureau to carry it out."

"what's the plan?"

Himmler smiled and walked in front of Klaus from behind the large desk, "I recently read a novel about a famous female spy during World War I." "Plan" is very satisfied and very proud.

"I think you've heard of it too, Mata Hari."

Klaus thought for a while, then nodded, "I heard that she was a dancer, and she used her beauty to obtain a lot of important information in France at that time. Your plan has something to do with this?"

Himmler smiled confidently, "This story inspired me a lot. I was thinking why not find some women like Mata Hari to spy on the secrets of senior government officials and foreign diplomats?"

Klaus frowned at him.

"I have already discussed with Schellenberg. We plan to select [-] beauties, give them a little training, and then put them in a brothel, and use their intelligence to collect useful conversations."

It sounds like this is indeed a very good idea. Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by the beauty pass. If there are no accidents, maybe something good can really come out.

only……

"My lord, it's not that I'm pouring cold water on you. This idea is very good, but there is also a very difficult problem, that is, it's really hard to find prostitutes who are good-looking, can speak foreign languages, and must be able to adapt to the situation. "

Klaus expressed his opinion, "Berlin has banned whoring for a long time, not to mention high-quality prostitutes, maybe even ordinary prostitutes can't find a few."

He really didn't like the head of the "Gestapo", and he didn't have much interest in his plan. He just wanted to deal with it and get rid of this god as soon as possible.

"Of course I know that." Himmler showed very indifference to this question, "Schellenberg has sent secret documents to various police stations, asking them to select suitable candidates in the shortest possible time. But I think there are still It is necessary to come and see for yourself, after all, there are prisoners here of all kinds of religions, maybe there are more suitable ones."

"Then when are you going to choose?"

"Right now, this matter must be resolved quickly,"

Klaus got up helplessly, stretched out his hand politely, and made a "please" gesture, "Then please come with me. Good luck, sir."

Himmler put on his hat, "Thank you."

Accompanied by the guards, the two walked towards the women's cell, but they had to pass through the corridor of the men's cell. Krys was thinking about whether Dana had finished taking a shower, when he saw him being taken from the other end of the corridor by the prison guards. come over.

After taking a good hot bath, Dana felt refreshed all over, and hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time.The short golden hair is half dry, and there are still some drops of water dripping down, the fair skin is steamed and pink, the green eyes are watery, and the whole person has a lazy and clear temperament,

Dana followed behind the prison guard with his dirty clothes in his arms, and when he looked up, he saw Klaus and his party standing opposite, and the bearded man with glasses beside him was looking at him with great interest.

The non-commissioned officer who was a temporary prison guard walked straight forward, and gave a standard military salute to the major and the director, "Hello, sir!"

Himmler cheerfully returned the military salute, "Good!"

Dana was at a loss as he tightened his arms holding his clothes. He didn't know whether he should greet them or walk past them with his head down as if he hadn't seen them.

While he was still struggling, Himmler had already spoken first, "Who is this? What did he do?"

Before the prison guard could answer, Klaus answered first, "He is a prisoner in the men's cell. He got himself dirty while working. I couldn't see it, so I asked someone to take him to the hospital. After taking a shower, I always suspected that he did it on purpose."

As he spoke, he yelled at the innocent prison guard, "What are you doing here in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and take him back!"

The prison guard understood, "Yes!" and wanted to take Dana away.

"Wait a minute." When Dana passed in front of Himmler, he was called out by him.

Klaus was a little nervous, but he still kept his expression on his face, and his voice didn't fluctuate, "What's the matter, sir."

Himmler swept Dana's face back and forth with his scrutinizing eyes. Although the fierce force was partly blocked by the thick glasses, Dana still felt that his hairs were standing on end.

Klaus' fingers quietly clenched into fists, and then slowly relaxed.

"On what charge were you arrested?"

Dana swallowed, and replied in not-so-fluent German, "I didn't have any identification documents, so I was arrested."

"Aren't you German?" Hearing his accent, Himmler's eyes became sharper.

Dana, who was watched by him, didn't even know what to say, and hesitated, "Yes, yes. I escaped from the famine in England..."

"Flight?" Himmler wanted to continue asking, but was interrupted by Klaus.

"Sir, he's just a tramp, why waste time on him, don't you want to find a candidate, let's hurry up."

Damn, if you keep asking this question, it's hard to guarantee that Dana will say something wrong, this old fox is very shrewd.

Himmler thought about it too, but Dana's outstanding looks still caught his attention, "Then you should be very familiar with English?"

Dana nodded dryly, "Yes."

After getting the answer he wanted, Himmler nodded in satisfaction, didn't ask any more questions, and left first.

Klaus gave the prison guard a wink and told him to take Dana back to the cell quickly, and no one was allowed to come in and out without special reasons.

Then follow in Himmler's footsteps, lest he get suspicious.

Dana glanced at his leaving back, and left in the opposite direction with anxiety.

I always felt that the last sentence Himmler asked was very strange, and I always felt that the matter was not over yet. Dana silently prayed in his heart that nothing would go wrong when he was about to see the light of day again.

Klaus accompanied Himmler from room to room in the women's cells.

The female prison guards first asked if there were any prostitutes in the first place. It is conceivable that few female prisoners answered "yes".

Although there are very few people who admit it, there are always some.

Himmler looked at the messy women standing in front of him, and asked with some disgust, "Can you speak foreign languages?"

Everyone shook their heads, and one of the fair-looking women put her hands on her tall breasts and said with a smile, "Sir, you really know how to joke. If we can speak foreign languages, why would we come here?"

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows at Klaus.

This handsome man hasn't said a word since he came in, he just stood there with a straight face, his tall and straight figure is like a sculpture, and the women watching are a little bit excited.

Oh, if I could sleep with such a man for one night, I would be willing to pay for it.

Facing the women's winks, Klaus frowned even tighter.

Looking at these vulgar fans, and thinking of the bright and lively Dai Na, he sighed to himself that people are more deadly than others, and goods are more expensive than goods. Although the genders are different, they are definitely not on the same level. It is more accurate to compare Dai Na Compared with these women, Nana is simply a mistake.

Klaus reflected on his mistake.

Himmler took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and waved his hands helplessly, telling the women to go back.Turning to look at Klaus, "You are right, it is really difficult to find a suitable candidate here."

Those prostitutes are indeed a group of sluts, and with their speech, behavior and foreign language proficiency, they can't get any information at all.Not to mention trying to trick the group of senior officials, if you are not careful, you might be tricked out by them.

At this time, Himmler's assistant opened the door and came in, "Sir, Mr. Schellenberg called and said he has something important to report to you."

"Put the phone in."

"Yes."

Himmler walked into the office next to the cell, answered the phone, "Hello."

Schellenberg, sounding despondent on the phone, said to Himmler, "Sir, the whores of Berlin. The women are not at all suitable for our task. They don't understand anything, they only want money, that's all... Our cause needs a different kind of man, a trained man."

Himmler interrupted him a little irritably, "Just do as you say. Find some people to train."

After hanging up the phone, Himmler's mind became active again. Temporarily recruiting people for training will inevitably waste some time, but the work of intelligence collection is urgent, and someone must be found to fill the vacancy during this time.

But looking at these women who would only achieve more than fail, then shook their heads and let them pass, it was simply asking for their own death.

Himmler was a little depressed because he couldn't find a suitable person to come out at this moment.

Klaus knew from his appearance that the implementation of this plan was not as easy as imagined.It's just that whoever comes up with the idea will come up with it. At best, he is a bystander and has no right to speak.

Of course, he didn't want to speak either.I am happy to be leisurely, watching other people's jokes by the side.

A group of people returned to the director's office without any gains, and Himmler didn't stop there any longer, and led them away after saying hello.Before leaving, he specifically asked Klaus that this is a secret document and must not be leaked.

Klaus promised not to say anything. After sending him away, he just wanted to go to see Dana in the prison when he was stopped by the secretary, "Mr. Major, a call from your home."

After answering the phone, it was his wife, Nina's voice.

Nina told him anxiously that her youngest son had a fever and asked him to come back and have a look.

Klaus said helplessly, "Isn't there a family doctor?"

But his wife insisted on asking him to go back, saying that the child was sick and a father should

stay by your side.

No way, Klaus had no choice but to go home to visit his son first. It’s not that he is hard-hearted and doesn’t care for the child. The main reason is that the two sons have been sick four times in turn this week. If you think about it with your toes, you can tell that this is Nina’s excuse. let yourself go home,

Tsk, why are there so many things happening today, all rushed together