Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 247 The SS

German Communist Party headquarters building in Berlin.

After tidying up his clothes and hairstyle in front of the room, Zhang Ang opened the door and walked in.

Pulling out the chair and sitting down, putting his hands on the table, Zhang Ang began to look at the young man opposite who looked nervous.

Seeing him pursing his lips and fidgeting, Zhang Ang waved his hands: "Don't be so nervous, today is just an ordinary conversation, just answer truthfully."

After waiting for a while, Zhang Ang took out a pen and paper, stuck and asked, "Name?"

"Himmler, Heinrich Himmler." The young man replied, his tone still full of tension.

Zhang Ang continued to ask: "Age?"

"25, yes, it's 25 years old." After hesitating for a while, the young man confirmed.
Zhang Ang's voice was mechanical: "National?"

"Germans, purebred Germans!" This time, his tone was very sure.

After the basic information was recorded, Zhang Ang started to get down to the topic: "Then tell me about the incident in Potsdam City again, according to the same time, and there should be no mistakes or omissions."

"At that time, we received the task and set off early in the morning. The team leader was Captain Carl, and the other members were there." The young man told the whole incident in an orderly manner.

After talking and recording for a while, Zhang Ang put down his pen, and praised without hesitation: "You guys did a good job this time, especially you, you made a good plan, you step by step to suppress others, and you don't have bloodshed. Well done to stabilizing the situation in Potsdam."

Himmler hurriedly said modestly: "No, no, no, it's all the result of everyone's concerted efforts. I just came up with ideas. The hardest and most dangerous ones are Captain Karl and the others. Without them, they went deep into the tiger's den, adapting to the situation, and making a decisive decision to scare the Jews. , this time the plan did not go so smoothly.”

Zhang Ang interrupted him with a smile: "No, modesty is good, but excessive modesty is pride. You have contributed the most to this mission, not to mention the latter, but the front. Bu Ren’s conspiracy, I’m afraid that most of your team will be lost this time. Of course, we will also give corresponding rewards for the contributions of others. Your hard work and organization are also in our eyes. This time, you will Get a reward of 1000 merit points!"

"1000 points?" Himmler was overwhelmed by the number, opened his mouth wide, and was speechless for a while.

"It's only 1000 points, no need to make a fuss. Giving corresponding rewards to members' contributions is our original intention of establishing this merit point system. Your contribution is worth so many merit points!" Zhang Ang paused and continued: "Okay, the rewards have been distributed, let's move on to the next stage."

"The next stage?" Himmler looked puzzled: "Isn't the task report over?"

"Hehe." Zhang Ang laughed: "If it's just a simple report on the task, why should I, the chief of staff, record it in person? I have another matter to discuss with you here."

"What's the matter?" Himmler calmed down his breathing in front of him.

"Although there are a lot of people in our relevant departments, most of them are reckless people who only know how to do things. There are not many people who can use their brains, so it is difficult to be of great use. And they often work with the field department. Those people got together, it's not good." Zhang Ang said.

"What do you mean?" Himmler didn't quite understand.

"Do you know what the original intention of our department is?" Zhang Ang asked.

"It is responsible for maintaining the rules and regulations of the organization, and punishing those who practice favoritism and fraud. It is a department that maintains discipline within the party." Himmler elaborated.

"Yes, so, we should be more independent, and shouldn't get involved with those reckless people from the Field Service Department." Zhang Ang said seriously.

"Then what are you going to do?" Himmler asked respectfully.

"Now our German Communist Party is growing bigger and bigger, and the number of members is increasing, so some departments will also carry out certain rectifications." Zhang Ang explained: "For example, the Department of Field Service will carry out a large number of reforms. With the expansion of the degree, a large number of new members will be added, and the number of people in the entire department will be 3 to 5 times that of the original. Such a large number of people is more than any other department. So after the rectification, they will be called the party Guard!"

"SS? Army?" Himmler frowned: "This name is inappropriate, if the gendarmerie knows"

"It's okay, it's okay if the gendarmerie finds out, don't worry about them." Zhang Ang continued with a smile: "The SS is the army of our German Communist Party, protecting everyone, eliminating enemies, and so on. It's a complete combat department."

"Then, what does this have to do with our relevant departments?" Himmler asked puzzled.

"Our relevant departments will also be merged into this SS!" Zhang Ang explained: "We will be reorganized into an internal picket unit of the SS, in charge of maintaining discipline within the party, and doing things such as finding moths and arresting traitors. According to our current plan, in addition to our internal picket unit in the future, the future SS will also have foreign combat units to support other cities, a headquarters defense unit to stay at the headquarters of the Berlin Guard, and a special intelligence collection unit. Four teams."

"Then, what do you mean by looking for me?" Himmler seemed to understand something.

"Yes, I interrupted you to serve as the captain of the internal picket unit of the SS!" Zhang Ang said directly.

"Me? No, no, no, you must have made a mistake." Himmler had an unbelievable expression on his face: "Among the relevant departments, my strength can be said to be the bottom of the group, stronger than me There are people here, and there are many people who have made more contributions than me, such as Hess and Libin, they are all excellent members, how can such an important task be entrusted to me?"

"Don't be humble." Zhang Ang said in detail: "I chose you for a reason. Although Hess and Libin are stronger in martial arts, and they have completed tasks and made a lot of contributions, they are not alone. Good leaders, they don’t have an all-round thinking mind! They only stare at their one-acre three-point land, but they don’t have an overall view. Such a person leads a combat team of 5 people and 10 people Of course it is enough, but leading a large team of hundreds of people and a department with a clear division of labor is beyond their capabilities. So they are not suitable."

After a pause, Zhang Ang continued: "And you, you are different, like this task in Potsdam City, if you give them to do it, it is nothing more than doing it yourself, killing the Sorbs or the Jews. , the most, the most, you kill more people, and your losses are smaller, that's all. But you are different, you are smart enough, you know how to use tricks, you know how to use power to suppress people, you know how to divide people, and you know how to use the smallest price Get the best results! This is the most necessary talent for leadership! So, this position is for you!"

"But, but, I'm afraid." Himmler hesitated, unable to continue.

"I know what you're worried about. It's nothing more than the fear that you won't be able to convince the public. You're afraid that your colleagues will be jealous of you, won't listen to orders, and will secretly trip you up." Zhang Ang stared at him and encouraged: " But don't be afraid, when you become the captain of this branch, you will directly belong to me and be directly responsible to me, and I will support you and help you, so that you have enough time and conditions to establish your prestige."

"Can you let me think about it?" Himmler hesitated for a while, but still did not agree.

"Of course, but the rectification of the department will start soon, and there is not much time left for you." Zhang Ang smiled, and it was not difficult for him.

"Then, can I leave?" Himmler looked at Zhang Ang with some evasive eyes.

"Of course, let's go." After thinking for a while, Zhang Ang answered: "It is also necessary to go back and discuss it with Lord Yinying."

He had just stood up and was about to leave. Hearing these words, Himmler felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

"You know?" Himmler's voice was trembling, full of fear.

"Oh, I know, I knew it from the first day I saw you, but it's not a big deal, is it?" Zhang Ang smiled kindly: "Okay, okay, go, don't Think so much.

Himmler didn't know how he left the headquarters and how he got home, but now he was hiding under the quilt, only feeling chills all over his body, without a trace of strength.

His mind was in chaos, countless ideas grew, fermented, and exploded inside.
How did the Chief of Staff know that I was from the Gendarmerie?
When on earth did he know?When you first met me?Is it when you go to the headquarters to deliver things, or when you are training in a farm outside the city?
Why didn't he kill me?Those undercover traitors found before were all sunk in the river?
Why was he not afraid that the gendarmerie would know?Why do you still ask me to discuss with Lord Silver Eagle?
Why knew that I was an undercover agent of the gendarmerie, but still reused me as the team leader?

Does he have any relationship with Lord Silver Eagle?
What is the guard of honor behind him?Is it really the Holy See?
By the way, why was the gendarmerie's previous operation suddenly cancelled?Did they have someone in the top ranks of the gendarmerie?
Countless questions popped up, but he racked his brains and couldn't think of an answer to any of them.

No, I can't go on like this, I have to contact the gendarmerie immediately!Contact Master Silver Eagle!
My identity has been discovered!I can't be an undercover agent anymore!I want to quit!
Thinking of this, Himmler threw off the quilt and got up, walking towards the secret contact point closest to his home.

He didn't have time to make up and dress up to hide his figure, and he didn't have time to worry about whether someone was following him behind him, so he went straight to the contact point.

The signal of an emergency, the signal of important information to be reported, the signal of urgent support, and the signal of needing to contact Lord Silver Eagle immediately
He sent all the signals that are rarely used at ordinary times.

Then, Himmler ran home again, wrapped in the quilt again, only showing a pair of eyes, staring at the window and door tightly, waiting for the superior to contact.

From dusk and dusk to the climax of the moon.

From the moon and the stars to the rising of the sun.

Throughout the night, Master Yinying did not come, nor did the superiors he contacted, and no news came through, as if none of the signals he sent existed.

Himmler's eyes were bloodshot, and his heart became even colder.

Why haven't you come yet?

Why not come?

These two questions rolled over in his heart for countless times, until the sun shone on his face again, turning these two sentences into a sigh.

Alas, sure enough, it was abandoned.

Ghost gendarmes, guardians of the empire's darkness, unsung heroes.

What a funny joke, how funny!

Wrapped in the quilt, Himmler laughed out loud, leaning forward and backward, tears streaming down his face.

Finally, his laughter stopped, and he stared blankly at the window again.

Yes, he knew where the headquarters of the gendarmerie was, and where the high-level gendarmerie lived, and he knew the location of Lord Silver Eagle's office like the back of his hand.

But he dare not go!
The ghost gendarme is a secret gendarme. It is a gendarme that must never reveal its identity. During training, he was warned countless times that he must hide his identity at all times. Once exposed, he will die!

But no one ever taught him what to do if he didn't die after being exposed.

To report to gendarmerie headquarters?And then be an ordinary gendarme?No matter how arrogant the German Communist Party is, it wouldn't openly kill a regular gendarmerie.

But can I go back?Is my file still there?Can I give up this mission?Can I turn into an ordinary gendarme?

Himmler didn't know these things, but after waiting this night, he also understood a little bit.

Sure enough, a small person is a small person. In front of a big person, there is only the difference between usable or unusable, useful or useless. This time, I was treated as an abandoned child.

The German Communist Party has developed for such a long time, and there must be a lot of unfavorable evidence collected by the gendarmerie. If you want to move them, it is easiest to find an excuse.However, why did the action that was all prepared be canceled in the end?
What agreement was reached?Is the two parties cooperating?Is there a higher-level relationship?Or is the German Communist Party too powerful, even the gendarmerie is no match?

No matter which possibility it is, it is definitely not a good thing for Himmler.

i'm homeless
Wrapped in a quilt, Himmler was thinking quietly, his mind was no longer confused, he didn't feel tired after staying up all night, he was now more awake than ever!The thinking is clearer than ever!
Why did Chief of Staff Carter know my identity, but still reuse me and promote me?
It was certainly not a show for the gendarmerie, nor was it intended to play me.Eliminate all the impossible, and there is only one possibility left!

That is, he really appreciates my talent, so he wants to reuse me!

Although it is unbelievable, this is the only possibility!
(End of this chapter)