A comic book about Apostle Awakening

People always say that life is a stage play, and now it has reached the climax of the play for Jeffrey.

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The leather boots stepped on the concrete floor, and the reverberation of the soft rubber soles became particularly harsh. The pipes on both sides of the corridor flowed out foul-smelling black water and dripped on the ground. Occasionally, the squeaking sounds of mice could be heard in the ears. Under the camouflage of the bloated leather bags, Jeffrey's heart was pounding.

Five Hydra soldiers pinched Jeffrey, three in front and two behind, and took him back to the fortress. The weather was very cold, but the sweat soaked the back of his neck. Jeffrey loosened his collar, and he felt wet. Discomfort, crazy and bloody images flashed through his brain, needles piercing his eyeballs, and knives slicing his spine. Hydra, a terrorist organization famous in the underground world, they can do anything, many demon worshipers in history The cult organizations all have the shadow of Hydra, white pointed hats, holding high torches and worshiping the five-pointed star. Jeffrey can only think of one question in his mind now, "If I am exposed, how will I die?"

Nervous emotions jumped from the heart to the throat. The more dangerous the moment, the easier it is for people to think about these issues, "Calm down, Jeffrey, this road leads to the office and not the torture chamber. Maybe these bastards haven't discovered it yet." you."

"Mr. John has something to ask you, General Penhead," the leading Hydra soldier laughed at Jeffrey through his gas mask. Jeffrey, who is now General Bronn, was originally a newspaper reporter because he had helped Hitler vigorously promoted Nazism. After Hitler came to power, he was awarded the rank of general. Of course, his position was only a prestigious but powerless position, so many German soldiers did not like him, but due to discipline, they generally did not show it. However, Now this is the territory of Hydra. This group of brainwashed fanatics only respect their leader Johann Schmidt. People like Bronn are regarded as garbage of the Third Reich. They have no respect at all.

The familiar office, the decoration has not changed at all from three days ago, and the pens on the table are also neatly arranged according to the warm and cold colors.

"German spirit," Jeffrey muttered inwardly.

The seats were empty, and there was no sign of John. Beethoven's Ninth Symphony was playing on the phonograph in the office. Jeffrey was still guessing. Under the exciting music, a faint roar suddenly came from next door.

"Super soldiers must enter the war. I don't care if the experiment is just right." The voice said forcefully, and Jeffrey could tell that it was John.

Then, another weak voice responded carefully, "But, Mr. John, they still..."

"No buts, I still have things to deal with, Dr. Ed, let's call it a day." Jeffrey heard that John had suppressed his anger, and turned his tone to be cold and unquestionable.

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As the footsteps approached, John walked out of the dark wooden door at the end. He paused for a second, closed the door and said, "General Bronn, I still remember the last conversation. Oh, please sit down." John pointed. The chair in front of the desk, "You said you were very optimistic about our experiment, and you promised that Mr. Führer was aware of all the great work happening here, but as far as I know that is not the case."

Jeffrey was surprised. Listening to Schmidt's tone, calling him here this time seemed to have nothing to do with his identity, but no matter what happened, as long as it had to do with Schmidt, he couldn't let down his guard.

He tensed the muscles of his vocal cords and imitated General Bronn and said, "Mr. Schmidt, I am sure that the Führer has definitely seen my report, ah, here it is." Jeffrey put a file bag in Schmidt's office On the table, he pushed it to Schmidt, "This is a copy of the report. You can check it. I reported everything I saw and heard absolutely truthfully."

Schmidt stared at Bronn for a while, then took the file bag, took out the report inside and read it.

Jeffrey waited nervously, while Schmidt read as if in deep thought. He leaned back in his chair and raised the report with a serious expression, and then remained silent. Sometimes he pursed his lips and sometimes nodded slightly.

"I must admit, Mr. Polon, you do have writing talent. It is indeed difficult to write about these great experiments that ordinary people cannot understand in such an exciting way." Suddenly Schmidt's attitude changed 180 degrees, " But here’s the problem, what you wrote is so good. I don’t think the head of state will ignore this report, but so far I haven’t received any news. According to the past, the troops of the Third Reich have already entered me at this time. Castle, fighting for my soldiers, tell me General Bronn, who else has access to this report after you."

"No," Bronn shook his head and said in a very sure tone, "I swear, I went to see the Führer personally, and no one else has seen this report."

"Then the problem is obvious," Schmidt suddenly pulled out his gun, frightening Bronn. Jeffrey portrayed the weak character of the pen-headed general very well, and of course his own heart was really shocked.

"Did you really give this article to the head of state, or did you just make it up to deal with me?"

The black muzzle of the gun was aimed at Jeffreyd's forehead. From the perspective of others, General Bronn's forehead, which was full of intestinal fat, was now covered with yellow grease.

"No, no, no," Bronn quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender to appease Schmidt, but in his heart, Jeffrey was secretly thankful that his identity had not yet reached Schmidt's ears.

"You also know that the head of state has been in poor health recently and works too hard. He has to pay attention to the life and death of frontline soldiers and the overall strategic situation. When my report was sent, it was placed under a large pile of documents. I would like to use It won’t be long before the head of state sees it.”

Schmidt did not put down his gun. After a few seconds, a strange smile appeared on Schmidt's lips, "What if the file was not sent at all? The head of state did not see this report at all. If the ending is like this, have you already had an affair?" foreign enemy"

Schmidt stood up and put his hands on the table. Sunlight shone in through the glass behind him, and Jeffrey couldn't see Schmidt's expression clearly.

"Human beings are always the easiest link in the defense system to break through. Sometimes what we see may have nothing to do with reality," Schmidt snorted, "But I believe that the pen-headed general does not have the guts to risk his life and betray the empire. "

Bronn immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "That's right, sir, I don't dare to do such a thing." Looking at Schmidt's smile, Bronn also agreed, "I will never do this kind of thing with a gun in my life. It’s okay, don’t worry.”

"I don't believe in your loyalty," Schmidt's words made Jeffrey suddenly feel nervous, "but I believe in your cowardice, General Bronn. I do believe in everything you have done for the empire, but sometimes The undercover agent has already infiltrated us and told me, General Bronn, how we should treat the traitors."

"We..." Bronn paused, "Of course we will kill them all."

"Yes," Schmidt nodded, "We will kill them all, and the will of the Third Reich will eventually rule this planet."

Schmidt held Bronn's hands with a fervent expression, "Now, all you have to do is report to the head of state again. Believe me, this will change the war."