The cooking of rabbits with dead dogs and the hiding of birds with bows has almost become a common practice in Western history. Perhaps English literati are not as explicit as the ancient Chinese described, but there is also a famous slang in English called training a lion. It's time to beat the hounds, the truth is actually the same. ●⌒,

The moral code in the Western world has always been about strong eating and weak meat. It is a matter of course that the tool that loses its use value is discarded, not to mention that this tool may hurt the owner who holds it. Until the 21st century, the British would still execute old and weak horse races. Its name is due to humane considerations. In fact, everyone knows the real reason why those horses were sent to the slaughterhouse, just because they can no longer be their masters. In order to obtain benefits, the high breeding costs have become a burden. From the beginning, they were not a pet but an investment, a living profit tool, so it is completely bragging to say that English gentlemen like horses. Purely nonsense.

The English Liberation Army has completed its historical mission. The life span of this organization is only seven days. Although it sounds funny, these guys really played a big role. They took all the restless factors in London City. Successfully gathered together, and made these versatile people with different identities think they are starting a sacred revolution, and also succeeded in making them believe that the Germans will stand by their side. I have to say that the group of British veteran politicians are very clever, and the Germans who are full of brain power thoughts have opened their eyes. It turns out that their own citizens can still play in this way.

From the moment when the King of England announced the surrender of the whole country, for the control of the British Liberation Army, this organization has transformed from a useful tool into a hot potato, some of which are antisocial elements and anarchists, and A large number of proletariat and unemployed gangsters. When these people know that all the promises they gave to them before are lies, it is conceivable that they will cause severe damage to society if they lose control due to anger.

Not to mention their arrogance to overthrow the constitutional monarchy of the British state. It is impossible for them to realize that they want to divide up the private property of so-called greedy capitalists. It sounds ridiculous, but it is precisely what they are trying to bring down these people behind them. No one will initiate a revolution that overthrows its own class, so from the beginning this organization has been decided on its tragic ending.

"We have found the leader, and his companion just handed this over." Pete Lautie put a cloth bag at the foot of Sergeant Wolf.

The German sergeant was filling in the ammunition supply sheet for the day. He lowered his head and glanced at the cloth bag. It was found that one side was still bleeding out. Handing the writing board in his hand to his companion on the side, Wolfe squatted down to untie the bag's lanyard. After pulling the bag open, he probed into it.

"Are you sure he is?" Sergeant Wolfe reached out and lifted a human head out of the bag. He turned his head to Lautie's side.

"It is indeed him, Edwood. His friend calls him Adel."

"Is that a lazy man?" Wolf turned his head to his face. The dead man's pale face was slightly twisted, his eyes slightly opened, and his mouth was open, revealing some yellowish teeth on his lower jaw.

"It seems that he died quite painfully."

"Quick hand Dislis did, he cut off this guy's head alive, did not expect the pickpocket to be so powerful."

"Give the thief a bounty, and then let him roll away, before I change my mind and hit his head." Wolf put the head back in the cloth pocket, fastened it and handed it to Pete Law. Tee.

"Take this first to take a photo archive. Remember to go back and find his body and find a place to bury with your head." Wolfe took out his handkerchief and wiped his stained hands.

"Obey, sergeant, I'll arrange everything." Pete Jr. leaned slightly towards Wolfe, carrying his pocket and turned to his partner.

"This is forty-fifth, forty-sixth, well, I think I have to count again." Sir Fay sat on the sofa, counting the envelopes on the coffee table.

"It doesn't matter. I believe there will be nothing wrong with the numbers. You can count these things slowly, jazz." Ian sat opposite Sir Faye with a cup of Darjeeling black tea in his hand.

"It's not that I don't believe you. Bruce, my friend, it's just that you should know how many people are involved. Many of them are big people who I dare not offend. Never miss a single one."

"It's all bonds of value issued by the Third Reich. It's absolutely hard currency now. It's enough to show the sincerity of the Third Reich. And it's just the first transaction. I promise that they will get the meeting in the future. More, shares, bonds, cash, business concessions, Germany will never be stingy in front of its collaborators." Ian put down the tea cup and pointed at the envelope on the table with his finger.

"Of course I believe what you said, Bruce, I really didn't expect you to have another identity. You are really a miraculous man. My friend, look at the friendship that we established before, and later You need more care." Sir Faye put the envelope on the table in his briefcase and put it on the sofa.

"No problem, Sir, haven't we been working well together? I have recommended you to my superiors. As a first-level agent in the UK, you only need to use the relationship you have at hand to help us in the UK. The action of the matchmaking, you can get a generous return from us, which is a win-win situation for us, each of the things you need is good for everyone." Ian dusted off the dust that did not exist on the sleeve of the military uniform .

"Of course, what you got right, Major Ian, we have always worked very well together, so, you know... I don't know what to say about the last business."

"Your money has been credited to your Swiss bank account. If you still want to continue these businesses, I will arrange for an official in charge of this matter to discuss with you. Rest assured, Sir, we have done so many transactions before All of them have detailed records and accounts. Do you think the Third Reich might believe a foreigner so easily? So Jazz, I congratulate you, you have gained our full trust, so you don’t have to worry about other aspects at all Question. The Third Reich will solve all the trouble for you." Ian straightened up, and the Iron Cross under the breast pocket shone.

"I see, Bruce, I will not live up to your trust in me. As you said before, this is good for both of us." Sir Fay replied solemnly.

"I look forward to your performance, Sir. If there is nothing else, I'm sorry I'm leaving, my fiancee is still waiting for me in the hotel restaurant." Ian picked up the military cap on the coffee table. Stand up.

"Ah, Miss Christine is such a rare beauty. She really can't let her wait too long."

"By the way, Sir, by the way, I would like to say hello to General Gertz. The first payment has been credited to his account. Please check it when he is free. In addition, if possible, invite him to London Come here and talk to him face-to-face on some things that are related to his vital interests." Ian had a military cap on. Bent over to pick up the briefcase beside the sofa.

"I will tell him, major."

"Okay, goodbye, Sir."

"Goodbye, Bruce."

"How is the New York stock market today?" Lord Claude asked aloud as soon as he entered the room.

"Unsurprisingly, the king's decree had a great impact on the US stock market, and the Yankees were afraid they would not be able to recover their investment in the British mainland." Dr. Sievert leaned against the window with his legs crossed On the armchair, enjoying the first cup of black tea in the afternoon.

"They are still staring at our overseas investments, and it is said that Canadians are also blending in. They want to take over the British Empire's assets in North America." Scott still had the newspaper in his hand at the bridge table. In front of him was a glass of brandy with ice.

"There is nothing more profitable than this, taking over the legacy of the dead master. These Canadians are really fainted. They thought that the British Empire was finished, but they did not know that they were actually provoking the Germans. As long as we reveal a little information To make the Germans think they should be their money..." said Sir Harrison, touching the stubble on his chin. He was sitting in a rocking chair with a detective novel on his lap.

"The Germans will squeeze out all the eggs of the Canadians." Lord Claude dragged a chair and sat across from Scott.

"You also have a glass?" Scott took a shallow cup from the wine tray beside him.

"Add more ice, it's really hot outside." Lord Claude picked up the newspaper Scott had just dropped and looked at it.

"You said that the Germans will agree to the package proposed by the London Banking Association this time." Sir Harrison put the novel together and walked to the shelf to put it away.

"The value of the pound is still stable. But if it continues to drag on like this, no one can say what will happen in the end." Dr. Sever said with black tea.

"I have talked to some consortium leaders. They are willing to pay a little more and find ways to feed the Germans. As long as they get the endorsement and credit guarantee from the German government, everything will return to the original track. Kingsley Wood is working hard to promote financial cooperation between Germany and the United Kingdom, but I am very worried whether we can still impress the greedy German bankers and consortium giants." Mr. Scott pushed a glass of brandy to Claude.

"They don't have to look at the British mainland. After this war, we will face a new unified European market. If we can cooperate with the Germans, we will get more than you in any dream. I have more dreams. The whole of Europe is now creeping under the feet of the Germans, and the blond kid is building a new century of the Roman Empire. And a German friend of mine told me that von Stadt intends to develop towards Southeast Asia He seems to be trying to reopen the Asian trade channel." Sir Harrison walked to the table and knocked on the table.

"The Japanese and the Americans will stop him. His hands are too far, and there is no German territory." Dr. Sever refilled himself with a cup of black tea.

"But don't you forget that most European countries have colonies there, France, Portugal, the Netherlands, and our British Empire. What other country has the courage to stop him from reaching out to the Far East? Instead, I heard The French and the Dutch also very much welcome Germany to join the Far East Colonial Club, because they really feel the disruption of the Asian order by the Japanese. I have said long ago that these barbaric Japanese monkeys will be the same for any Western civilization. There is a threat that we should never have helped them develop naval power. It is said that they hate the British very much now. Do you know the reason? Just because they think they have been betrayed by us on the issue of the Washington Naval Treaty. Claude took a sip of cold brandy and put the glass down with a satisfied expression.

For a long time, the insulting word yellow monkey was actually used by Westerners to describe the Japanese, because the Japanese were eager to absorb Western things, regardless of patents and intellectual property rights, they copied all of them. The Western products that you can buy, from structure to appearance, are exactly the same as Western products except for poor quality, so they are scorned by Westerners as a monkey nation that only imitates.

"Now the Japanese navy rank has risen to the second place in the world. I believe that the Yankees should be the most worried now. They will be happy to see a strong force entering Asia at this moment, which will relieve part of the pressure for them." Mr. Cote analyzed calmly.

"Everything is just our guess now. Be patient. We just need to prepare early and wait and see. Gentlemen, the first thing we have to do now is to start all contacts in the Far East, no matter what kind of Far East is set by Germany. Plan, we should not miss this opportunity." Sir Harrison pulled his chair and sat at the table.

"I agree."

"Yes."

"I have no opinion."

"Very well, now that everyone is here, let's get started. Mr. Scott, old rules, it's up to you to shuffle." Sir Harrison took a brand new set of poker from the drawer and put it in On the desktop.

Asking for monthly tickets, asking for monthly tickets, asking for monthly tickets, the author caught a cold, is catching a cold, and asks everyone to give a little support and encouragement. (To be continued.)