Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 245 Futile Explanation

Of course, the "messenger" was still in the city. Not far from the Jewish settlement, they disguised themselves in an empty alley and scattered.

Then one after another, they returned to their temporary residence in Potsdam, the baron's house.

Due to lack of strength, Himmler and other partners were left in the house. When he saw everyone coming back, he hurried up to greet them: "How is the matter going? Is it going well?"

"Although there were some small twists and turns, it went smoothly. Those Jews should be scared." Captain Karl said with a smile, seemingly very relaxed.

He patted Himmler on the shoulder: "This time I went all out. I violated the regulations and borrowed the big skin from the headquarters to scare people. I don't know what will happen when I go back."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Didn't we send back our planning report? This is the best way with the least loss, and the headquarters will not disagree." Himmler was not worried at all. : "Besides, it's been going well so far."

"Yeah, this time it went so smoothly, thanks to the captain. The captain reacted quickly and bluffed them with a lion's roar. Otherwise, we might not have escaped back." Thorkel, who came back with the captain, seemed A little scared: "I never thought that among these little Jews, there are master-level masters!"

"Is there a Grandmaster?" Among the people who stayed behind, someone was surprised.

"Yes, there are quite a few masters among those Jews. The most powerful one is a scimitar wielder who looks like an elder of them. He is a real master. When he stood in front of us, his aura , My legs are a little weak!" Sokol exaggerated: "Fortunately, the captain made a decisive decision, used his internal strength, and let out a lion's roar, which shocked the audience and silenced them all, so we escaped."

"As expected of the captain, as expected of the advanced martial arts with 8000 points." Another member also sighed with emotion, casting an admiring look at Captain Carl.

Captain Karl's face was still serious, but he couldn't hide his complacency. He said slowly, "It's only 8000 merit points, and there are many more advanced martial arts in the organization. If you do a good job on the task, are you afraid that you will not have advanced martial arts in the future? As far as I can see, if this task is completed, everyone will be able to get 500 points!"

Thinking that the tempting merit points will soon fall into the bag, someone couldn't help asking Himmler: "Okay! This second step has been completed, Himmler, tell me, what should we do next?" How to do it?"

"Now." Himmler frowned and thought for a while, and said, "Everyone should try not to go out these few days. All we have to do now is to wait."

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"Why can't people be found? Potsdam is so big! Can they still fly?" The boss with white beard in the meeting hall was furious.

"But there is no news of them in any hotel, bar, or hotel, and the rats in the black street have not found them. We have checked their branch and the homes of the original members of their branch. Any trace." The young man Barani explained in detail: "Do you think they will go back to Berlin directly?"

"Probably not, they want to fight us, don't you collect information in the city first? Don't you go to the members of the branch to find out the news? Just leave?" The middle-aged man in the gorgeous dress said it was impossible .

"Hey, those few people seem to be reckless men who only know how to fight and kill, and they don't listen to the loud and angry explanations. Will they still have the patience to inquire about the news?" The big fat businessman analyzed: "They should also have a special responsible Ask someone for the news."

"I don't think there is any need to look for those envoys. Since they are reckless, they might not understand what they said. I think it's better to send someone to Berlin to explain directly to their senior management." The grey-bearded elder Su nodded his crutches: "It's true that they are powerful dragons, and we local snakes are not vegetarians. No matter how you look at it, both sides will suffer in the end. Their senior management must not be stupid. As long as they explain clearly, the matter will be solved easily. Is it?"

The old man with a white beard told the middle-aged man in a gorgeous dress: "Yes, yes, yes, we need to reconcile, and we need to make it clear to their high-level officials. In this way, Una, when the city gate opens tomorrow, take people and gold coins directly to Berlin, you are the best eloquent, explain clearly to them, it is best to make a contract or something to eliminate this unnecessary conflict, just negotiate the terms, if you grasp it well, it doesn't matter if we suffer some losses."

"Okay, I'll get ready now!" Without further ado, the middle-aged man in a gorgeous dress left his seat and went down.

Then the white-bearded old man ordered the young man Barani: "Also, Barani, keep looking for the emissary, and about the Sorbs, you should also inquire clearly, what is the specific situation, and who are the people who sent it?" After this conspiracy, when this incident is over, we will find them to settle the score!"

Then he looked at the silent top player Neumann: "Although the chances of a fight in the end will not be very high, just in case, let's call back all the boys who can fight, and form a few Team, protect the settlement, everyone is getting nervous these days, try to prevent outsiders from sneaking into the settlement. No matter what, we still put safety first!"

While the Jews were busy arranging various things, in another corner of Potsdam, a group of people were laughing and drinking.

"Hey, this gauntlet is well done. The Jews are idiots, and the Socialist Nationalists are also idiots. If the two groups of idiots fight, that's good!" A burly, shirtless man laughed wildly.

"Yeah, let them bite dogs and beat them to death! I think, even if those Jews can survive this time, they will be seriously injured. Then we will directly swallow their shops!" Another strong man with a scarred face also drank and laughed wildly.

"That's right, those shops originally belonged to us Sorbs, but they bought them forcibly. Now all of them are making money every day. We will take them back in a few days! There is also the city hall. Talk to them about those positions!" The person who spoke was a skinny guy with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and when he talked about his pride, he even pinched the buttocks of the serving maid.

"You're still smart, kid. You managed to drive away wolves and tigers with just a little trick, and let them play their brains." The shirtless man praised with a smile.

"But what if they find something wrong and come to beat us?" A thinner young man couldn't help asking.

"How is it possible! We've done this matter impeccably, the murderers are all those Jews, what does it have to do with us!" The little man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks glanced at him: "Whoever did it, of course we will go to whom! It's none of our business !"

"But, isn't it our people who went to smash their branch?" The young man retorted.

"You know what a fart! When we went, we all changed into their Jewish clothes and covered our faces, saying that we smashed it. Is there any evidence?" The little man waved his hand, saying that he didn't care: "Don't worry so much, Don't worry, I have set up a secret in their branch, as long as they provoke them a little, they will fight those Jews desperately, and they will not think of us."

"That's right, let's eat wine and meat here, and watch their show!" The burly man with the scar face interrupted.

"Well, I hope they can really fight." The young man's voice weakened, barely audible in the noisy hall.

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After traveling day and night, Una, one of the six elders of the Jews in Potsdam, a middle-aged man in a gorgeous dress, came to Berlin.

After resting for a while and dressing up again, he took his guards and a carriage loaded with heavy boxes towards the Berlin headquarters of the German Communist Party.

Fortunately, the headquarters of the German Communist Party was very obvious and easy to find, and they arrived at the door of this building in a short while.

Adjusting his appearance again, he said to the guard standing in front of the door like a javelin: "Excuse me, is this the headquarters of the German Communist Party?"

"Yes, what do you want?" The guard's tone was very kind.

"Oh, that's right. I'm from Potsdam, and I'm the elder of the Jewish people there. On behalf of our Potsdam Jewish Council, I've come to see your chief. I have something important to tell them." Una the middle-aged man Described in detail.

"Potsdam City?" The guard frowned as if thinking about something.

The middle-aged Una had no choice but to wait patiently for him to finish his recollection.

Finally, the guard's memory came to an end: "Oh, it's that Potsdam, by the way, are you a Jew?"

"Yes." The middle-aged Una confirmed.

Hearing his answer, the guard's face suddenly changed, becoming extremely ferocious, and he roared loudly: "Then I'll tell you now! You will never see anyone! You Jews are all damned! Especially you Potsdamers!" All Jews should go to hell!"

Faced with such a change, the middle-aged Una was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

But his guards couldn't accept it, and they pulled out their weapons one after another.

The middle-aged Una hurriedly turned his head to stop them: "Let it all go! Let it go!"

Then he turned his head to look at the guard, and said in a good voice: "It's all a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! Those things were actually not done by us, they were all the conspiracy of the Sorbs. I am here to explain this to you. We have no malicious intentions about this matter, please report it, just report it, I will definitely explain the misunderstanding! Avoid this unnecessary conflict!"

As he spoke, he took out a few gold marks from his cuffs and quietly handed them over.

but.

With a "snap", his hand was knocked aside, and the gold coins also fell on the ground.

The guard looked at him with disdain, as if looking at another pile of garbage in disgust: "You jewish bastards, you still want to bribe me? Huh? You want to bribe me with these dirty money?"

Pointing to the gold coins on the ground, the guard said in a stern tone, "These money are evidence of your exploitation and oppression of us Germans! They are the sins of your entire nation! Only when you are all dead can you wash away this sin! Don't be so special!" What a dying struggle! Go back and prepare the coffin!"

Seeing that it didn't make sense, the middle-aged Una suppressed the restlessness of his subordinates again, and led them across the street.

After all, after years of ups and downs, he has seen a lot of things, and his self-cultivation is better than when he was young.He decided to wait for the high level of the German Communist Party to come out, and then went up to explain. After all, looking at the guards, he was afraid that his knowledge was limited and he was filled with righteous indignation, so it was really difficult to communicate.

Time flies, and the entrance of the headquarters of the German Communist Party is very busy. There are people coming in and out, but most of them are alone, and the few who go together do not seem to be leaders.

Finally, in the afternoon, a man with a long knife on his back came out from the gate of the headquarters surrounded by his subordinates.

The middle-aged Una immediately went up to him in three steps and two steps at a time, stood in front of him, and said loudly: "My lord, wait a moment, I have something important to tell you!"

"Oh?" The man with the long knife and his men stopped: "What's the matter, let's talk about it here."

"I'm from Potsdam, a representative of the Jewish Council in Potsdam, and I'm here to explain this incident to you." The middle-aged Una went straight to the point.

"Oh, the Jews of Potsdam." The man with the long knife chuckled slightly: "What are you going to explain?"

The middle-aged Una quickly began to explain the ins and outs: "In fact, we are also victims of this incident, and we are not willing to have conflicts, yes"

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a man with a long knife on his back: "Shut up! Victim? You can say this word too? No. 13! Potsdam City East Gate Street, you Jews and our unarmed Propaganda members clashed! Four of our members died and three were seriously injured. Did you do this?"

The middle-aged Una quickly explained: "It was indeed us who did it, but I was actually instigated by other people, we"

But he was interrupted again, and the man with the long knife on his back looked gloomy: "No. 18! The five members of our combat team of the Field Service Department had no news as soon as they entered the city of Potsdam, and finally their bodies were hung on a tree outside the city. , did you do it?"

The middle-aged man Una explained again: "We did it too, but we were also deceived by someone. Someone deliberately led them to this place."

It was interrupted again: "Then our Potsdam branch was destroyed, and someone lied to you and incited you?"

"No, no, no, we didn't do this, it was done by someone else." The middle-aged Una quickly waved his hand.

"Then who do you think is behind this?" The man with the long knife on his back looked at him with his arms around his shoulders.

"It's the Sorbs! They are an ethnic minority in Potsdam that is second only to us. They instigated them and wanted to provoke conflicts between us. They want to reap the benefits!" the middle-aged Una spoke faster, speaking A complete sentence was spoken.

"Okay, you said it was done by the Sorbs, what about the evidence? Is there any evidence?" The man with the long knife on his back said indifferently.

"This, this, not yet, but we will investigate, we." The middle-aged Una couldn't continue.

"There is no evidence, you are talking nonsense here without proof, you Jews are ridiculous!" The man with the long knife on his back was furious, and his tone was full of murderous intentions: "I only know that you Jews are the ones who killed us! You yourself I also admitted it, so what else is there to say and explain? Go back and prepare for the battle to die!"

After finishing speaking, he walked away, leaving only the middle-aged Una sitting on the ground weakly.

(End of this chapter)