The living conditions of overseas bases are usually slightly worse than those in China, and many materials cannot be replenished from the local area, which will occupy a large amount of logistics capacity.

However, the conditions of the 406 base are better than the new bases in northern Netherlands. They can air supply directly from the country. The noon reception banquet was particularly sumptuous. Weille even tasted the sturgeon caviar imported from the Soviet Union last month.

This meal obviously exceeded the food standards set by the German army, but Weirle would not accuse the base commander of being too extravagant and would not ask the other party how to report the bill.

Senior officers also have normal social engagements. As long as they are not done too much, no one will make a fuss about it. After all, this problem is too sensitive and a bunch of mortal enemies will be set up if you are not careful.

A group of base officers had a meal together, but Weirle's plan to communicate in depth with Wolfstein was vain, because some words were not suitable for talking in public. So after the meal, Weirle politely declined the invitation from the base commander to go to the smoking room to enjoy the cigar, and instead asked the other party for a quiet lounge.

"Sit down, Major Wolfstein." Weirle took off his military cap and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa, then picked up the crystal wine bottle on the moving wine cabinet, pulled out the bottle plug and smelled the smell.

"Yes, General." Major Gestapo sat on the sofa opposite.

"I read the report you submitted last week. How is the work going on?" Weirle poured some wine into a glass and pushed the glass in front of the other side.

"Thank you very much, General." Wolfstein looked flattered and hurriedly reached out to hold the wide-mouthed cup.

"What part do you want to know?" asked the Gestapo.

"Let's talk about the destruction of the organization first." Weirle took another cup from the wine cabinet and poured himself half a cup of brandy.

"This organization is much bigger than we originally expected, General." Wolfstein took the briefcase he carried with him, took out a stack of documents and placed it on the desktop.

"And the members are very complicated. We thought that all the members were leftists, but then we found that this was not the case. Some of them were just ordinary people who were dissatisfied with Germany. They even absorbed a lot of anarchists and liberals." The Gestapo opened a page of the documents and placed several photos in front of Weille: "These are the leaders. These two are Danes, the other two are Norwegians, and the other are Dutch. In the past two months alone, they have organized dozens of sabotage activities against German facilities."

"Someone is manipulating all this behind the scenes. These activities cannot be organized spontaneously with just a few people." Weirler said, pulling out a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit the photo gently.

"We believe it was the Soviet intelligence agencies that provided support to them. Two days ago we foiled a sabotage activity in Copenhagen. As always, the sabotage elements carried weapons made in Germany, but this time a Ruger pistol forgot to file the production number on the gun and guess who was the original owner."

"Is it the arms we sold to the Soviet Union again?" Weirler took the photo of the pistol handed over.

"Yes, General, just shipped from Hamburg two months ago, and its destination is Riga, Latvia." Wolfstein replied.

"Is it possible for these people to touch the "gods"?" Weirler threw the photo on the coffee table, took out his lighter and lit the cigarette.

"I'm totally sure of this. They didn't know the existence of the "Gods" plan. The last time I was just a mistake." Wolfstein nodded and replied. Weirle leaned back: "I've read the investigation report. You think it was just an accident."

"It was a total accident. They just randomly selected a German vehicle until the moment of the attack. They all thought the tanker was filled with aviation fuel." Wolfstein tilted his head and pulled out two documents from the pile of documents.

"This is the confession of the prisoner captured at the attack site, this is the confession of the planner of that operation. It took us two weeks to catch this bastard, and he was about to board the passenger ship for Sweden." The Gestapo seemed to recall something, and a hideous sneer appeared on his face.

"This idiot almost cost us half a ton of water. This is the production of Nosyk Hydropower for nearly eight months. If they succeed, do you know what it means?" Weirler asked with a frown.

"The great loss of the imperial property...General?" Wolfstein hesitated.

"It's time, Wolfstein, precious time." Weirler put the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"These people have to pay for their stupid behavior, and the organization must immediately eradicate them, and all arrested prisoners are sent to Germany before being interrogated and identified."

"Await for orders at any time, General." Wolstein nodded in greeting.

The Gestapo belongs to the Imperial Security Bureau. In theory, Weirle cannot directly issue orders to the major and must go through some necessary procedures.

"How are the other work going?" Weirle picked up his glass and took a sip of brandy.

"It's been quite smooth. We are doing our best to search for experts on the list, but because of the war, some people hid in the countryside, and some people fled abroad. The local police station's files were missing, which made it difficult to find. However, we have gained a lot. Thirty-nine people have been found, and a large number of hidden materials and materials have been found." Wolfstein reported.

"We must speed up, Major, if you feel that there is not enough staff, you can transfer some people from China. As long as it is helpful to complete the task, you can make any reasonable requests to your superiors." Weirle put down his wine glass and picked up a document casually.

"General, I am not short of manpower at present. What I lack is the technicians of physics. My people are all good at following and chasing, but I can't tell the difference between ordinary books and technical information. This increases the workload of many people out of thin air and wastes a lot of precious time." Wolfstein reported.

"It's a mistake, you'll get the technicians in need, but it's time to wait until I've gone to Copenhagen. Do you have any schedules for the next one? Major." Weirle dusted his cuffs.

"I'm going to drive to Aalborg overnight," Wolfstein replied.

Weirle stood up and smiled and said to Major Gestapo, "Now it seems that your itinerary is about to change. I need you to go to Copenhagen with me and then give a detailed report in front of the Head of State."

"Wait for a moment, General, I heard right, are you talking about the head of state?" Wolfstein bounced off the sofa.

"Your ears are fine, Major Wolfstein, but you don't have to worry, you will give you plenty of time to prepare for this report." Weirler laughed: "The Head of State is still in Doron, the Netherlands, and will not arrive in Copenhagen tomorrow afternoon. I'm afraid you will have to wait until the day after tomorrow when I meet you."

"The Head of State went to Doron? Wait, is it..." Wolfstein suddenly thought of something and suddenly widened his eyes.

"It seems you have thought of it, Major." Weirler picked up his military cap and put it on his head. A cold light flashed across his single glasses: "Caesar, the exiled emperor, our once loyal to him, His Majesty William II."

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