Colonel, don't draw your gun

The car stopped in front of a group of houses on the edge of the city. The residents here were ordinary workers, and when they saw this car that only the rich could afford, they all pointed curiously.

This is not the same as the slums where Taylor's family lives, at least they are all native Germans.

The reason why Schellenberg looked for this kind of place was that it was far away from the city center, and the second was that it would be easier for these poor people to spend time with them, at least they would not let the wind leak out.

The telegram had been sent to the police chief's desk an hour ago, asking them to find ten beautiful teenagers as soon as possible.

The director who received the order did not dare to be negligent, and immediately sent someone to convey the order, went to the neighborhood under his jurisdiction, and searched door to door. It only took four to ten minutes for them to find thirteen teenagers who met the requirements.

Most of them are still students.

The teenagers were gathered in the small square in front of the street, and their parents stood by worriedly. The police suddenly broke into the door in the middle of the night and took their children away without saying a word. It was really worrying.

For a while, the people panicked.

This was the scene when Schellenberg arrived. The small square was surrounded by people, and they were even more surprised by his arrival.

The chief of the police greeted him immediately, nodding and bowing flatteringly, "Your Excellency, Director, we have recruited all the people according to your request, please take a look."

The teenagers looked at this handsome officer in military uniform blankly, not knowing what he would bring to them.

Schellenberg walked in front of them one by one, nodding with satisfaction. They were all standard blond, slender and tall, which fit some high-ranking officials and wealthy people with special tastes.

"Don't be nervous, I don't have any malicious intentions." Schellenberg said kindly. He led the worried parents into a house, signaled his men to keep an eye on the people outside, and then closed the door.

The parents looked at each other, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.But because he might have a very high status, he didn't dare to ask first.

Schellenberg sat casually on the chair opposite them, took out a little and lit it, this was his fifth cigarette tonight.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Walter Schellenberg, the chief of the Sixth Division of the Imperial Security Bureau." As he spoke, he took out his ID from his pocket and waved it in front of them, "This time Coming here. There is a very important thing to do, and the cooperation of your children is very much needed."

The parents were a little flustered when they heard what he said. This MI[-] is not an ordinary organization, and it has something to do with them...

"Don't be so nervous, relax." Schellenberg looked at his watch, intending to make a quick decision, "We need a group of intelligence personnel now, and your children seem to be very suitable, so according to Director Himmler's instructions , we were ordered to conscript them to serve the Empire."

The direct result of this sentence was that it attracted the exclamation of the parents. They asked Schellenberg in disbelief, what kind of mission would use these helpless children, they have never been to military school, and have not joined the military academy? Once in the youth league, now he even said that he wanted to be an intelligence officer, he was just joking!

Schellenberg rubbed his temples, trying his best to calm their emotions, "Please calm down, everyone, and listen to me."

The parents fell silent and waited for the next sentence.

"This is a very confidential mission and a very honorable mission," Schellenberg exaggerated, confusing black and white. "They are brave soldiers who are about to serve their country and dedicate their lives to the head of state. When the mission is successful, they will be forever." A hero of history!"

Parents began to struggle.

"We have all sworn to be loyal to the Führer and dedicate everything to the Führer. Now is the time for us to fulfill our oath. The Führer has dedicated himself to the Third Reich. Why can't we do our best for the Führer at critical moments and for the What about his troubles?"

The parents began to waver.

"Don't worry, I, Schlumberger, swear in the name of God that I will absolutely guarantee the safety of the children and let them return safely. The time to test your loyalty has come. Don't let the Führer and the Empire be disappointed!"

Loyalty is a very serious word. What Schellenberg said was nothing more than exerting psychological pressure on them. If they did not cooperate with their work, it would be disloyalty to the head of state, a betrayal of the oath, and in serious cases, their lives might be in danger.

Parents are vacillating, children are darlings, and it is natural to be reluctant to send them to suffer, but if they are charged with infidelity...the end is self-evident.

It seems that there are two paths before them, but in fact there is only one, and that is to agree to requisition to show their loyalty.

Schellenberg's assurances helped a little too, since the safety of their children is the parent's greatest concern.

It's just that ignorant civilians will know that the most unbelievable thing is these spies, especially the spy chiefs.

"I will give each family a considerable amount of compensation. This is also the country's apology to you." Throwing the last bait, the poor parents had no choice but to nod obediently.

Satisfied, Schellenberg returned to the small square and packed the thirteen teenagers into the cars he brought in batches to show that they would be valued and respected.

As the cars left one after another, the residents gradually dispersed, leaving only the parents of those children, watching their children go to the unknown road helplessly under the night.

————————————— Handjob is here again——————————————

On the 11th floor of Gieselbrechstrasse in Berlin, the red curtains cover the endless spring in the room.

A graceful woman was sitting on her lover's body and shaking wildly, when a knock on the door suddenly interrupted their happy affairs.

(Voice: Seeing Mi~ As long as you do something that Mr. Hexie doesn't like, you will be ruthlessly interrupted~~fufufufufu~)

The woman cursed, and yelled towards the door angrily, "What's the matter, come back later, I'm busy now!" After speaking, she began to kiss her lover deeply again.

But the knock on the door obviously didn't give her face, and it still continued, and there was also the urgent voice of her assistant, "Madam, this time it is very urgent, very, very urgent!"

This woman was Mrs. Katie Schmidt, well-known in Berlin's upper circles.She is also the proprietress of the famous romantic place "Katie Salon".

This woman is not simple, because Hitler issued a ban on prostitution after he came to power, but he still dared to open a brothel to Berlin despite the ban, which is the center of Nazi rule!

Moreover, in the past six years, her brothel business has become more and more popular. People who come and go to the "Katie Salon" are either high-ranking government officials or celebrities. They not only brought Katie a lot of money, but also provided her with a solid protection. net.

Mrs. Kitty's heart shuddered, she immediately got out of bed and got dressed, sent her lover away, and went to her office with her assistant.

"Ma'am, someone from the police station just sent a message saying that the Imperial Central Security Bureau is going to use prostitutes to carry out some plans, and the location is chosen in our salon!"

"What?!" Mrs. Kitty exclaimed, she didn't want to get involved with those intelligence personnel, didn't she jump into the fire pit by herself!

Seeing the panicked assistant, Katie immediately decided to pack her bags and leave Germany overnight.

"Then where are you going?"

"U.K."

What she never expected was that a group of Nazi policemen suddenly appeared in the carriage when the train was only a few kilometers away from the border because she disclosed the news.

In this way, Katie was taken to the headquarters of the Imperial Central Security Bureau. Director Himmler also gave her two choices, either to experience life in a concentration camp, or to cooperate with the Security Bureau.

Under the coercion and temptation of the old fox, Mrs. Kitty finally succumbed.

—————————————— Handset is gone —————————————————

Today is the third day of release, oh, no, it should be the fourth day, because it is already past midnight.

Dana, who was also missing for three days in the prison of the police station, was being tied up and thrown in the basement of "Katie Salon", while Mrs. Katie was looking at his appearance.

"How is it? I feel that the chance of success is not too low." Schwartz sat on a chair beside him, watching Dana struggling needlessly with great interest.

Katie nodded, "Very good, this style is very suitable for those rich people." As she said, she touched Dana's face, "However, this naughty Persian cat looks wild and unruly. .I don’t know if it will offend the guests.”

Schwartz also came in front of Dana, and pinched his butt casually, "That's why I sent it to you. Aren't you very capable of dealing with these violent ones?"

Katie curled her lips, "The girls here are all voluntary, don't pour dirty water on me. As for this stunner... I'll give it a try."

Schwartz squinted at her, "Okay, madam, don't be a prostitute, women still want to set up a chastity archway, are there any men in the salon? Prostitutes, you and I know each other well. This beauty is in your hands I'm relieved, but I have one request."

"any request?"

Schwartz sniffed Dana's neck obscenely, and the residual smell of soap made his mind flutter, "A very small request, after he has been trained, let me try something new, how about it?"

Dana stared at him and avoided his touch in disgust. If his mouth wasn't stuffed with a cloth, he would have spit on his face.

It's fucking disgusting!I hated in my heart, I don't even like a major, how can I still like you, the captain of a small stormtrooper?

I bother!Disgusting smelly man!

Katie looked at Dana's stern eyes, and smiled back and forth. Schwartz also touched his chin, "Actually, I prefer this kind of thorny one, because it has a sense of conquest."

Dana bared his teeth at him, but of course he couldn't see him because he was blocked by the cloth strips.

Conquer your sister, conquer!