Himmler only felt a chill on the back of his neck. If something unexpected happened to the head of state in Berlin, then the remaining time in the life of the Minister of the Interior would probably be calculated in hours.

At that time, Germany still retained the decapitation. The death row prisoner was pressed on a wooden pier, and then his head was chopped off by a traditional Germanic decapitation axe. Himmler was very keen on reviving the ancient Germanic tradition, but he definitely didn't want to die as classically. However, compared to struggling on the piano line hanging under the meat hook, cutting off his head might be a little more enjoyable.

"Damn it, now is not the time to think about this." Himmler touched his neck, wondering why he suddenly thought of such a thing.

"How is the situation of the head of state? Have you been injured in the attack?" Himmler pulled the adjutant past and stared at the other party's eyes fiercely.

"The head of state is fine, but a guard was seriously injured."

"What are you waiting for in the General Security Bureau? Send someone to support immediately! No matter what, you must ensure the safety of the Head of State." Himmler pulled the adjutant's collar and shouted loudly, because he was anxious and the expression on his face looked particularly ferocious.

"Yes, Your Excellency, the Berlin Police General Administration has sent the police force stationed in the camp closest to the site of the incident, and has also mobilized patrol officers from all surrounding police stations." The adjutant has never been so close to the SS National Leader General. He tried his best to keep his neck back and try to avoid the saliva sprayed by his boss.

"Why didn't you say such an important thing earlier?" Himmler pushed away the adjutant.

"Prepare the car now! Gather the guards... wait, there is no need to notify the guards, just help me prepare the car." Himmler walked towards the side door of the office room while instructing the adjutant.

After hearing that the head of state was safe and sound, he immediately realized that this was the best opportunity to perform in front of his young boss. To be honest, the top leaders of the Nazi Party were almost all good-looking except for Gorene. Himmler was able to make the nickname "Loyal Heinrich" from Hitler, of course, it was impossible for him to be a fuel-saving lamp.

It took Himmler only three minutes to change his outfit, then hurriedly jumped onto the bulletproof car of the Ministry of the Interior, and rushed to Hindenburg Street with the alarm like lightning.

Himmler once again successfully showed his presence in front of the head of state. Xu Jun was very satisfied with the performance of the SS leader, but this did not mean that he would give the other party a good look. It was not only to demonstrate personal authority in public, but also to use political skills that both kindness and power, but also because this matter was likely a mistake made by the General Security Bureau. The person who was responsible for internal affairs and police might be the one who took the blame in the end.

When the head of state guard flag team and an army infantry battalion arrived at the scene, they completely controlled the situation in the entire area. This was the result of the Berlin Police Department blocking the surrounding roads in time. Otherwise, only these thousands of people would have gathered at the scene. Xu Jun sat on his Mercedes-Benz 770K and safely returned to the Prime Minister's Office under the protection of numerous guards.

However, those who know the inside story know that the incident did not end there, and what the situation will eventually turn out depends on what kind of investigation report the Security Bureau has produced.

That night, Xu Jun set up a dinner at the Prime Minister's Office, inviting Himmler and Goebbels to have dinner together. Martin Bowerman, who was rushing back from Munich by fighter plane, was also present. What these people discussed at the dining table that night, without leaving any written records. Only in Baowerman's personal memoirs decades later, there is a short description: "It was not until a month after the outbreak of the sacred German Patriotic War that I realized that the prophecy made by the head of the Prime Minister's Office on the night of December 20, 1940 was so accurate."

The next morning, near the Tempalhof International Airport in the center of Berlin, a Lancaster bomber with the Royal Air Force aircraft badge slowly landed on a flat lawn runway.

This airport is one of Dr. Sperer's many architectural masterpieces. The scale of the project is so huge that it was built in 1936 but not completely completed until the end of 1940.

Unlike history, the newly built airport has not yet been put into commercial operation again. The airport is used at this time, a heavy transport aircraft unit that undertakes Berlin's military transportation mission.

Because the airport is located in the center of the city, there are large residential areas under the take-off and landing route, this limits the possible military uses of the airport, because once a problem occurs during the take-off and landing, it is likely to endanger the safety of citizens below. The Luftwaffe previously only requisitioned part of the large hangar of the airport to assemble and repair bombers and fighters, and pilots are allowed to land in the airport only in case of an emergency. The reason why the transport aircraft troops were allowed to settle in is because these are multi-engine aircraft, which are not prone to failures.

This was originally the base of Deutsche Lufthansa. The airline was established in this place. However, when the Nazi government prepared to rebuild the airport, all civil flights entering and leaving Berlin moved to Longsdorf to take off and land, and Lufthansa immediately moved out of Tempalhof.

Four gray-backed falcon engines roared, and propellers pulled the sixteen-ton behemoth slowly out of the lawn, and heavy rubber tires crushed the apron paved with square cement bricks.

When the plane was completely stable, several German Air Force ground crew members wearing blue and gray work clothes ran forward and put wooden wheel gears on the tire mats of the plane. The cabin door on the back of the fuselage opened. A German ground crew member was waiting there with an aluminum suspension ladder, and then skillfully put the ladder under the cabin door.

"Good morning, German." A British crew member, the bomber's back machine gunner, smiled and greeted him in a stiff German.

"Good morning, British guy, you landed great today." The German ground crew replied with a smile.

"We were flying all night, and everyone was exhausted." The machine gunner held the hatch door and climbed down the aluminum ladder and shook hands with the German ground crew.

"We have prepared breakfast and hot water for you, as well as the most considerate room service." Dichen replied seriously.

"What to eat this morning?" asked the tail machine gunner standing at the hatch door.

"Fried eggs, bacon, and Thuringia sausage." The German replied.

"Great, I like sausages." The tired British man suddenly became happy.

"I like sausages too." A figure appeared behind the tail gunman, speaking in standard German.

When the ground crew member saw the man's clothes clearly, his face immediately changed. He hurriedly hit his boot heel and stood attentively.

"Relax, Corporal, can you help me with my luggage?" The SS Major carried a suitcase in one hand, a briefcase in the other, and a black cane under his armpit.

"It's my honor, Mr. Major." The ground crew hurried to the hatch door and took the suitcase from the major. The SS officer in a black leather jacket walked down the gangway with his hands holding the door frame.

"Thank you, corporal." The officer pulled out his shiny cane from his armpit and thanked the ground officer with a smile.

"You're welcome, Mr. Major." Then the corporal asked diligently: "It's still a long way from the airport building. Do you need to take our car? Mr. Major."

"No need, the person who picked me up has arrived." The SS major raised his cane and pointed forward. The ground crew looked back and saw a German Ford sedan with a white identification bar on the radiator, heading towards this direction quickly.

PS: Thank you for your understanding, the author will continue to work hard.

Before the matter was finished, my family fell ill, and I finally squeezed out some time today.

The update may be a little later tomorrow, thank you for your support.
Chapter completed!