"I agree with you, Major Jurgen. Decades or even hundreds of years later, when future researchers talk about this incident, they will never dream of everything being an assumption we have created, and it is exciting to think of it." Zimmerman stood up and took a glass of wine from Lieutenant Colonel Kaufman.

"No, dear Zimmerman, you have to remember that what we tell them is the truth, and always believe in it whenever and wherever we are." Jurgen put down his wine glass and shook his index finger at the Army Lieutenant.

"Sorry, you're right, Major, everything we told them is true." Zimmermann bowed slightly, expressing his humility to be taught.

"Okay, now please tell me how much facts we have grasped." Jurgen picked up the bottle Kaufman had placed on the coffee table and gave his cup half a cup of whiskey.

"The identities of the two nuns are still waiting to be verified." Kaufman put the cup on the coffee table, turned around and walked to the desk.

"One of them was beaten to death on the spot, and the other was seriously injured. Fortunately, with the help of German medicine, she was out of danger. Although she could not be tortured for the time being, we still got some useful news from her." Kaufman picked up a stack of documents on the table and turned to the side of the sofa.

"They did not carry any documents or items that could prove their identity. Obviously someone was guiding them behind their backs. These two women could use weapons. The pistols were made in Spain and were very ordinary civilian goods and could be found everywhere. The numbers on the submachine guns showed that this was a military-style equipment. It was found from the gun number that was distributed to the St. Mark's division, but the documents showed that the weapon was lost in the battle on the day of the coup." Kaufman picked up a document and handed it to Jurgen.

"Is this a post-mortem report? It seems that she was a charming woman when she was alive. This kind of woman attracted the attention of the surroundings anytime and anywhere. There should be many people who know her." Jurgen opened the folder and took out a full-body photo of the zombie.

If you don't pay attention to the hideous bullet holes all over the body, just looking at the quiet face with slightly open eyes, you will definitely agree with Ergen's statement that the deceased was indeed a beauty during his lifetime.

"The problem now is that the Roman police station sent photos to every district branch, but so far no police officer has reported seeing them." Kaufman sat down on the single sofa on one side.

"This is normal. They may all come from other places. Another possibility is that someone recognizes them, but they are afraid of being implicated and dare not report them. Anyway, the results are the same. We don't care about the true identities of these two women. We just need to prove that they were hired by some forces to assassinate Mussolini. Look at this charming body, with delicate and fair skin, and there is no trace of military training left by them. She is not a soldier or guerrilla. She should be a daughter who grew up in a wealthy environment." Jurgen threw the photo on the coffee table.

"We can now be sure that they are not members of the church. Neither of these two are virgins, and the woman who was injured has signs of having children, and when we deliberately mention her children, our emotions seemed to fluctuate." Kaufman said.

"If it were normal, this would be a very useful breakthrough, but it is no longer so important at the moment. We are not here to explore the truth, Lieutenant Colonel, although I am really curious about the story behind the scenes." Jurgen looked through the documents in his hand and said words that made Kaufman's eyes twitch straight.

"How many people have we arrested? Ten, twenty? Just before I came, more than two thousand people were arrested in Italy for this matter." Jurgen closed the document and held the eagle emblem on the cover with his finger.

"The purge has begun, gentlemen, our task is to provide reliable weapons for this operation. The evidence we have given is enough to send all the scum into hell, and we have convinced the Italians that these men have conspired to kill their leaders in order to overthrow the country, usurp their power, to invade their property, to enslave their children, and to defile their honor.

These people are sinister and vicious, morally corrupt, unforgivable, and die more than anything else, both man and god are angry, and the law of heaven is hard tolerant. If God knows the crimes they have committed, they will definitely bring down thunder because of their anger. This is what we are going to tell the Italians." Jurgen stood up with a cane, then leaned down and picked up the wine glass on the table.

"We don't need the trash inside to reveal any confessions. These things are of no value to us except for being used for entertainment after dinner." Jurgen said with his cane pointing to the door leading to the interrogation room.

"They just need to perform according to the script we wrote, say what we asked them to say, answer the answers we want to hear, and make the testimony we need them to make. The bastard who is unwilling to do this must be prepared to suffer. Sergeant Ludwig and his men will be happy to find plenty of fun in this group of low-level and inferior livestock. Although it sounds lacking in beauty, I will be happy to see it." Jurgen's voice became a little excited.

"I agree with your opinion very much, Major Jurgen. But we have received these confessions before," said Lieutenant Colonel Von Kaufmann, a little hesitant.

"I just read these confessions. Some of them can be used, but some must be modified. For example, the landlord of the apartment who rented two women's houses should have "witted" the members of the conspiracy gang entering and leaving the building. This person has a good record and is a very reliable witness. I think he should have also "inadvertently" heard the conversation between the conspirators, because it involved several big figures in the government. He was so scared that he did not report the conspiracy to the authorities in advance.

We can also find several other tenants in the same apartment to testify, and find a few taxi drivers. By the way, I almost forgot the owners of the shops nearby, and their words are also very proving. Look, a convincing link of evidence has been established." Yuergen taught two rookies with a proud look on his face. Two army officers sat upright on the sofa, seriously like two elementary school students.

"You must have worked in the Berlin Police Department before, Major." Kaufmann sighed.

"No, but I've worked around in the Security Bureau for a while."

"Gestapo? No wonder he is so meticulous about the business." Kaufman immediately felt awe.

The German police and the Gestapo had some overlap in their business before. The latter, relying on the support of Himmler and Heidrich, often took the opportunity to cross the border in the case handling case and directly extended his hand to the National Defense Forces. Because Hitler deliberately favored each other, the relationship between the two sides once became very bad. However, since the new head of state re-divided the sphere of influence and the General Security Bureau was split again, the relationship between the two has now become much more harmonious.

"In this way, should the boy's confession be revised? It turns out that it is logical for us to consider his confession?" Zimmerman said as he looked at Kaufman.

"You can't just look at logic, Zimmerman. What does this confession show? A little Avenger who secretly ran to assassinate the Prime Minister with the relics left by his mother, of course it doesn't work. Romantic Italians love revenge plots, they will regard this kid as a tragic character like Hamlet. What does Mussolini think of? The villain who killed the teenage parents? A damn dictator?

Of course no, we cannot give public opinion a possibility of shifting in this direction. This young man will only be a little villain who is exploited. His parents were involved in the conspiracy of the last coup. The kind Mussolini did not vent his anger on the rebels' family and let this vicious little boy go. However, he was encouraged by some conspirators, and he raised his pistol to the poor Italian Prime Minister and killed the great man who had seen him in a hundred years in Italian history.

The Italians must be disgusted by the name of this little boy, disgusted by this despicable behavior, and deeply disgusted by the instructors behind him. We should find some witnesses of his age, or his teachers, principals, neighbors, etc. We should prove that he has bad character in his daily life and is simply a bad wolf who has not grown up."

"What if these people are unwilling to come out to testify?" Zimmerman began to regret it as soon as he finished asking. He felt that he had asked a rather stupid question.

"They can do it, lieutenant, they will do it, because only smart people can live long, right?" Sure enough, Yuergen laughed, and he picked up the wine glass at the lieutenant.

"Now we are waiting for Berlin to send the final confirmed list, and then fill in the testimony. Whether this person is left or right, as long as we feel threatened, we will solve it here at one time." Jurgen killed the whiskey in the cup in one gulp and put the cup on the wine cabinet.

"Now I want to see how Ludwig and the others are doing. I haven't seen any progress in a few months, and whether I still have no aesthetics as before." The SS major waved the cane in his hand, then strode towards the door of the interrogation room.

ps: Please give me a monthly ticket, the ranking has dropped. Well, I no longer read the subscription, so as not to hurt my soul. (To be continued.)
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